Title: Phoenix: Ch 3: Shower Scenes
Author: LavenderJade
Fandom: Law & Order
Email: lavenderjade@comcast.net
Pairing: Jack/Lennie
Summary: Some good (not so) clean fun
Disclaimer: Not mine (wish they were!), not making money
Saturday Afternoon: Shower Scenes
They had spent a long, lazy morning in bed, exploring the new sensations - and old ones given a decided twist. They finally decided to get up and get some lunch, having missed breakfast entirely. Lennie reclaimed his pyjama pants and ducked back into his bedroom to grab his robe, as Jack dug through a pile of laundry to find a pair of sweats. //Here we go!// Lennie thought with a mischievous grin, realizing that with Jack's arm strapped down to his chest, the simplest acts of dressing would give him plenty of opportunity to "take advantage of the situation." Not to mention to tease his lover. Oh, yes, this would be good!
Lennie leaned in the doorway of Jack's room, watching him struggle vainly to pull the sweats up over his hips with only one hand. "Need some help there?" he said, trying to suppress the grin. Jack had also been thinking about the situation, and knowing his roommate's sense of humor, he had a feeling that Lennie would never be able to adopt the clinical, no-nonsense attitude his mother had taken when he had broken his arm as a teenager. "I don't suppose you could just help out without making a scene, could you?" He glared at Lennie, but he was also suppressing a grin, so the effect just fell flat. Lennie chuckled, came over, and simply tugged the offending garment into place. "But only because I'm hungry," he said as he turned to head kitchen-ward.
After lunch, they remained sitting at the kitchen table. "God, what I wouldn't give for a shower," Jack said, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, you're gonna have to make do with sponge baths for a while, my friend. No showers until they unstrap that wing. Which is next Friday. You need to give that shoulder a chance to heal. But I tell you what," Lennie's eyes were twinkling. "I'll head out and get one of those hand- held shower heads, that will make things a little easier." "Hand held? Lennie, I only have one hand to START with right now, how is a hand held shower head going to help?" "What makes you think YOU'LL be holding it?" Lennie grinned.
A couple of hours later, Lennie had installed the new shower head. Jack was now very glad he had remodeled the bathroom years ago, trading the traditional tub/shower for an extra roomy stall shower that easily held two people. Lennie scrounged a plastic chair from the balcony, placed it in the shower. "Hmmm, kinda chilly in here. Need to warm things up a bit." Lennie stepped out of the shower, turned the water on and fidgeted with the temperature. "You want to close the door, Jack?" He had intentionally not showered before going out earlier in anticipation of this moment. Jack's eyebrows climbed as he realized what Lennie was up to. Lennie's clothes were now on the floor and he stepped into the shower, leaving the door open so that the whole room would steam up - and so Jack could see every movement. Jack stood transfixed, watching the water stream over Lennie's body. He still wasn't quite used to the idea that he was sexually attracted to another man. But he couldn't tear his eyes off that long, lanky frame, and the rapidly growing erection . . .
Lennie grinned as he caught the expression on Jack's face. //Oh, yeah, play this for all it's worth! // He reached for the soap and worked up a good lather, starting with his chest and working down. He bypassed his crotch for now; plenty of time for that later. He placed a foot on the chair and bent forward to wash the leg, then switched legs. He reached up for the shampoo, took his time to work up the lather, then leaned back into the water to rinse it from his hair. Finally, he reached for the soap one last time and lathered up the tangled mass of hair below, moaning with pleasure as he finally touched himself. Knowing Jack was out there watching was turning him on beyond belief, and it didn't take long before his climax crashed over him. He leaned back against the wall and opened his eyes to see Jack still standing there, mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. Lennie shut the water off and reached for a towel as he stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried off his arms, chest and face, pulling the towel back over his sopping hair once to get at least the worst of the wetness. He dropped the towel and moved toward Jack, leaning in to kiss the already open mouth, hard.
"So, did you like the show?" Lennie's rich baritone seemed to have dropped almost an octave. Jack swallowed. "Oh, god, yes." Lennie ran his fingers through Jack's hair and smiled, saying simply, "Your turn!" He slid his hands down Jack's body, careful not to disturb the wounded arm, slipping under the waistband of the sweats, pulling them down. He left them in a puddle around Jack's feet, then turned back to the shower to reposition the chair, turn the water back on, and point the shower head toward the back wall. He stepped aside so Jack could take his place in the chair.
Not quite sure what to expect, Jack sat down and leaned back; Lennie had chosen a chair that would allow him to work on Jack's hair without getting that shoulder wet. Lennie took the shower head and played the warm water over Jack's body, carefully avoiding the bandages. He reached for the soap, held it under the spray to work up the lather, then started with Jack's good arm. He ran his hands over the shoulder and down the arm, spreading the warm soapiness, lifting to get the underside and the unbandaged parts of Jack's chest. His touch was a caress, sending shivers down Jack's spine. He pulled Jack forward slightly to get to his back, then reached for the spray to rinse away the suds. He knelt as he repeated the process for each leg, his hands covering every millimeter of Jack's skin. He stood again and had Jack lean back as he brought the spray to soak that thick silver hair. From behind, Lennie worked the shampoo into a thick lather, massaging the scalp and face and neck below it. The feeling was so sensuous that Jack let out a small moan. Then the warm water was washing it away . . .
Quite a while later,. . .
Lennie turned the shower back on to wash away the last of the mess as Jack ducked out to grab a couple of towels. "Hey, Lennie," he asked as he tossed a towel to the other man, "How about we save DRESSING for tomorrow. I don't think I can take any more "help" today!"
Editor's note: OK, this just got TOO hot for prime time. If I didn't need it for a later reference, I had planned to leave it out. So this is the best edit I could come up with; hope it's toned down enough. If you want the rest, you know where to find me.
Saturday Afternoon: Shower Scenes
They had spent a long, lazy morning in bed, exploring the new sensations - and old ones given a decided twist. They finally decided to get up and get some lunch, having missed breakfast entirely. Lennie reclaimed his pyjama pants and ducked back into his bedroom to grab his robe, as Jack dug through a pile of laundry to find a pair of sweats. //Here we go!// Lennie thought with a mischievous grin, realizing that with Jack's arm strapped down to his chest, the simplest acts of dressing would give him plenty of opportunity to "take advantage of the situation." Not to mention to tease his lover. Oh, yes, this would be good!
Lennie leaned in the doorway of Jack's room, watching him struggle vainly to pull the sweats up over his hips with only one hand. "Need some help there?" he said, trying to suppress the grin. Jack had also been thinking about the situation, and knowing his roommate's sense of humor, he had a feeling that Lennie would never be able to adopt the clinical, no-nonsense attitude his mother had taken when he had broken his arm as a teenager. "I don't suppose you could just help out without making a scene, could you?" He glared at Lennie, but he was also suppressing a grin, so the effect just fell flat. Lennie chuckled, came over, and simply tugged the offending garment into place. "But only because I'm hungry," he said as he turned to head kitchen-ward.
After lunch, they remained sitting at the kitchen table. "God, what I wouldn't give for a shower," Jack said, running his hand through his hair. "Yeah, well, you're gonna have to make do with sponge baths for a while, my friend. No showers until they unstrap that wing. Which is next Friday. You need to give that shoulder a chance to heal. But I tell you what," Lennie's eyes were twinkling. "I'll head out and get one of those hand- held shower heads, that will make things a little easier." "Hand held? Lennie, I only have one hand to START with right now, how is a hand held shower head going to help?" "What makes you think YOU'LL be holding it?" Lennie grinned.
A couple of hours later, Lennie had installed the new shower head. Jack was now very glad he had remodeled the bathroom years ago, trading the traditional tub/shower for an extra roomy stall shower that easily held two people. Lennie scrounged a plastic chair from the balcony, placed it in the shower. "Hmmm, kinda chilly in here. Need to warm things up a bit." Lennie stepped out of the shower, turned the water on and fidgeted with the temperature. "You want to close the door, Jack?" He had intentionally not showered before going out earlier in anticipation of this moment. Jack's eyebrows climbed as he realized what Lennie was up to. Lennie's clothes were now on the floor and he stepped into the shower, leaving the door open so that the whole room would steam up - and so Jack could see every movement. Jack stood transfixed, watching the water stream over Lennie's body. He still wasn't quite used to the idea that he was sexually attracted to another man. But he couldn't tear his eyes off that long, lanky frame, and the rapidly growing erection . . .
Lennie grinned as he caught the expression on Jack's face. //Oh, yeah, play this for all it's worth! // He reached for the soap and worked up a good lather, starting with his chest and working down. He bypassed his crotch for now; plenty of time for that later. He placed a foot on the chair and bent forward to wash the leg, then switched legs. He reached up for the shampoo, took his time to work up the lather, then leaned back into the water to rinse it from his hair. Finally, he reached for the soap one last time and lathered up the tangled mass of hair below, moaning with pleasure as he finally touched himself. Knowing Jack was out there watching was turning him on beyond belief, and it didn't take long before his climax crashed over him. He leaned back against the wall and opened his eyes to see Jack still standing there, mouth slightly open, breathing heavily. Lennie shut the water off and reached for a towel as he stepped out of the shower. He quickly dried off his arms, chest and face, pulling the towel back over his sopping hair once to get at least the worst of the wetness. He dropped the towel and moved toward Jack, leaning in to kiss the already open mouth, hard.
"So, did you like the show?" Lennie's rich baritone seemed to have dropped almost an octave. Jack swallowed. "Oh, god, yes." Lennie ran his fingers through Jack's hair and smiled, saying simply, "Your turn!" He slid his hands down Jack's body, careful not to disturb the wounded arm, slipping under the waistband of the sweats, pulling them down. He left them in a puddle around Jack's feet, then turned back to the shower to reposition the chair, turn the water back on, and point the shower head toward the back wall. He stepped aside so Jack could take his place in the chair.
Not quite sure what to expect, Jack sat down and leaned back; Lennie had chosen a chair that would allow him to work on Jack's hair without getting that shoulder wet. Lennie took the shower head and played the warm water over Jack's body, carefully avoiding the bandages. He reached for the soap, held it under the spray to work up the lather, then started with Jack's good arm. He ran his hands over the shoulder and down the arm, spreading the warm soapiness, lifting to get the underside and the unbandaged parts of Jack's chest. His touch was a caress, sending shivers down Jack's spine. He pulled Jack forward slightly to get to his back, then reached for the spray to rinse away the suds. He knelt as he repeated the process for each leg, his hands covering every millimeter of Jack's skin. He stood again and had Jack lean back as he brought the spray to soak that thick silver hair. From behind, Lennie worked the shampoo into a thick lather, massaging the scalp and face and neck below it. The feeling was so sensuous that Jack let out a small moan. Then the warm water was washing it away . . .
Quite a while later,. . .
Lennie turned the shower back on to wash away the last of the mess as Jack ducked out to grab a couple of towels. "Hey, Lennie," he asked as he tossed a towel to the other man, "How about we save DRESSING for tomorrow. I don't think I can take any more "help" today!"
Editor's note: OK, this just got TOO hot for prime time. If I didn't need it for a later reference, I had planned to leave it out. So this is the best edit I could come up with; hope it's toned down enough. If you want the rest, you know where to find me.