THIS ISN'T MINE. This is a friend of mines, she's on Live Journal but for some reason doesn't want to join. I love this so much i had to share the showery slash.


Guy hasn't said anything for about twenty minutes. He wonders if it's a record.

Just standing, leaning against the wall, forehead pressed to the tiles – the tiles are still damp, steamy, and the coarse smell of hospital soap and showers invades his nostrils every time he inhales. He tries to ignore it, to pick out the gentler scent of the more expensive shampoo, mingled with what he assumes must be conditioner. Conditioner, seriously. That's just going a bit too far.

Guy stole Mac's shampoo, once, actually, ages ago. He'd found it lying on the top of the lockers – very unlike Mac, he usually kept it under lock and key – and so Guy had taken it, obviously, and tried to think of somewhere original to hide it. He'd failed miserably and just stuck it behind the kettle. Mac had found it within a minute and half, put it back in his locker, pushed Guy up against a wall and told him that if he came within a ten-metre radius of any of his haircare products again he would personally sew his scrotum together. Guy had decided it probably wasn't a risk worth taking.

It was a shame, though, because he lived for the moments when Mac would finally snap. It used to be purely for satisfaction purposes – at last, some kind of reaction to weeks and weeks of careful irritating and needling – but he'd realised, after a while, that it gave him a rush of energy and excitement when Mac would finally turn on him, grab him by the collar, pulsing with anger. And the reason, he'd also realised, with dawning fascination, was that it was something he had to really work for. He'd become almost bored of his quest to bed every woman he possibly could, because it was, what with his natural Swiss charm, just far too easy. But seeing Mac's eyes blaze with passion and fury was so unusual, so difficult to achieve, that Guy found himself becoming more and more irritating as the months went by in the hope of it happening more often.

That had probably been the first indication. He was pretty sure the second was when he'd walked into the locker room one evening, looking for his electronic organiser, and poked his head round the shower door in the hope that it could somehow have ended up there. It hadn't, but Mac had. His back was to the door, his face upturned and eyes shut as jets of hot water streamed over his body. And Guy had just stood frozen, watching, thinking only to creep away again when Mac had reached over to turn the shower off and pick up his towel.

Guy had forgotten all about the organiser, and just sat in the empty kitchen, massaging his temples and wondering if he'd gone completely mad. Or bent. He wasn't sure which was worse.

And so now and again, when he was on a late shift, he'd hear the shower running when he came to get something from his locker. He always knew it was Mac, because he could smell the shampoo, and nobody else would have bothered with that. The door would always, always be just slightly open, and Guy couldn't not look in and watch. But on this particular occasion, he couldn't tear himself away as Mac switched the water off, standing transfixed as he shook his hair out, sending water flying across the room. Realising that it was too late for him to get away completely, Guy had just slipped behind some of the taller lockers and waited. He watched him walk past before stealing quietly into the shower room. He wasn't sure why, he just wanted to stand in the same place, under the same shower, and see what it was like.

So now he's leaning against the wall, and has been for a few minutes, and he doesn't know what exactly he's supposed to do. Watching people is odd, creepy, even for Guy. He's never wanted to watch anything before, really, except maybe porn, and even then his attention wanders. He closes his eyes and digs his fingers into the sockets, bright white spots appearing in the blackness, trying to work out what on earth is going on, and –

"What are you doing here, exactly?"

Guy jumps out of his skin, smacking his head off the tiles.

"Aren't you meant to be working?" Mac's framed in the doorway, topless, zipping up his jeans, towel flung around his shoulders.

Guy opens his mouth and can't form any words.

"Guy, why – " Mac's confused expression suddenly hardens, just a little. "What have you done?"

"What?"

"For god's sake, just tell me now. You've hilariously swapped the shampoo for hair dye, or you've – I don't know, you've wanked in my conditioner, or – "

"No! I haven't. I really haven't."

Mac just raises an eyebrow.

"Oh, come on." Guy rubs the sore side of his head where it hit the wall, and scowls. "You might as well keep it all in a combination safe, there's no way I could have got to any of your stuff."

Mac only narrows his eyes and frowns.

"And – well, if I'd come here with dishonourable intentions, I would have hidden your clothes or something, wouldn't I? And I evidently haven't."

Grudgingly, Mac turns away, apparently convinced. Guy just watches him retreat, noticing drips of water trickle from the ends of his hair – wet and darkened to auburn now – and run down his back. Mac starts to towel his hair dry, rubbing it vigorously, and Guy tries to slip away, sidestepping out of the shower room door and across the locker room, but a voice stops him in his tracks.

"Guy." Mac doesn't turn to face him, but he stops drying his hair, and his voice is different, somehow. "You really didn't come here to abuse my personal property, did you?"

"No."

And then Mac does face him, and Guy just bites his lip and stares as Mac looks him in the eye.

"Do you really think I haven't seen you here before?"

Guy blinks. "No," he says again, truthfully.

Mac smiles slightly, and runs a hand through his hair. "Oh. Well, I've been buying new shampoo every week, each time I see you slipping away when I'm in the shower. I didn't even want to think about what you'd probably done to it. And I did wonder why nothing ever went missing, either, yeah."

"Oh." Guy wonders if his powers of speech are planning to return at any point at all during this conversation.

"So, you know, why are you here?"

Guy slumps down heavily onto the bench. "I don’t know. I have no idea."

Mac picks up the towel again, putting it back round his neck, and sits down next to Guy, his expression still politely inquisitive. And Guy realises he'd give anything at all for Mac to snap now, to just grab him round the throat and push him back against the wire mesh under the pegs, to put his face just inches away and tell him he's an arrogant Swiss bastard and to shut the f*ck up. But Mac just sits, and looks, and fiddles with a lock of hair, and is genuinely bemused.

Somebody has to snap, and apparently it's not going to be Mac.

And so when Guy turns on Mac, and pushes him back against the wire, it's just like old times, really. The same rush of energy and passion and surprise – although there's substantially less threatening involved, and suddenly rather more tongues and running of hands through hair. It's only a couple of seconds before Mac – previously motionless and stunned – begins to respond, pulling Guy towards him, discarding the towel and kissing him back.

They break apart, breathless, and both of them look as surprised as the other. Mac, despite everything else, looks very slightly concerned. "Jesus. Am I really, really slow?"

"I don't think so. I don't know what I was."

"I just never – didn't even consider…"

"No, neither did I."

"So."

"Yeah."

"Enough talking?"

"I think so." Guy steps out of shock and back into the real world, where Mac's smiling, expectant, one eyebrow raised. "Come on, ginger boy."

And Mac doesn't resist at all when Guy pulls him up and back over to the showers, pulling his shirt off as he goes, and even has the sense to lock the door before he starts the shower running.

nnnnnnnnnnnghh

thanks for that, PR's friend
twas amazing

*left speechless*

I have returned after changing my knickers.

What great slash, really teasing. Mmmm.... If your friend is ever tempted to write more Mac/Guy slash, be sure to send it this way.

Oh, and :drool

OMFG

:jawdrop

Have no words to describe how great that was.

EDIT: speach returns- That was HOT

Bloody hell.

*wipes away drool, and falls off chair*

:blink:

wow that was amazing, so wll written.

hehe, glad everyone liked it. that was pretty much my reaction when i read it a few weeks ago. xpingux, elledoll, d'you agree?

i've passed on your comments to strnage umbrella, plus your plea towrite more, EGB.

whoa....I can't think of anything to say, that was amazing, the style of writing and everything. well done to that person :o

Wow! That was......amazing! BB Hospital seems very mellow now lol but lad I'm not the only one who writes Mac/Guy slash hehe. But seriously :drool

:jawdrop woah.... thats all i can say!!!!!!

okay now my vocal cords have returned that was AMAZING!!!!!!!

Hehe, I have a stash of Green Wing slash and smut on my computer, I hope your friend doesn't mind if I save this one too.

strange umbrella says: Omg I'm so flattered, tell your friends they are all great. If I ever write more Mac/Guy I will indeed chuck it in your direction... hahaha, seriously, I'm really happy now :D

so hopefuoly she will write more!

she's doing english a level. i'm sure she'll pass, no?

shell definitely pass!!!!! that was one of the most amazing things ive read and ive read some amazing fics on this site!!!!!

:o :drool

*faints*

Sweet Jesus.

:jawdrop BLOODY HELL!!

*faints*

F*cking hell, how bloody amazingly hot, erotic and all-round brill was that?! I'm not generally a slash fan but I keep reading GW slash that I can't help but like. Strangeumbrella is a truly talented writer and I only hope she writes more of this sort of stuff. I think I need a lie down after reading this. Wow!

ooooooooHHH i like ur friemd is v v good

flllllllllsffffffffffffffffffrraghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I can't really form any words, that was soooooooooooo HOT, it was awesome... Mac and Guy i really think that that is the best gay pairing ever!!!!! T'was FAB xx

erm... as lovely as the fic is, please can you not vote for it for lyndons?

strangeumbrella isn't actually a member of this forum, however much she thinks the lyndons is a good idea, and it's a bit unfair on members of teh forum.