Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 16:48:51 -0400
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the tv
show Psych... Whether or not my character portrayal is accurate, these
stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course, of
legal consenting age...)... if you don't like men having sex... why the
hell are you on Nifty and do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you
have comments please send they will be welcome.  Please leave positive and
negative feedback so I know whether or not to hang up my computer. Again no
money is being made so no copyright infringement is being done.  This story
is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality
of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private
lives. Copywright belongs to the company USA network. I am trying my hand
at a new tv show. If you have not read my previous works and like this one,
check out "Chuck" and "Merlin" in the Celebrities section. Have fun
reading!

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	"Spencer! In my office... NOW!" Came the bark of interim chief
Vick. Shawn Spencer sighed and stood as he approached the door to her
office. As he brushed past officer Mcnabb, Shawn saw Head Detective Carlton
Lassiter standing in the office with his hands on his hips glaring at Shawn
as he made his way into the office.

	"Listen, Chief, if this is about the male stripper I hired for
Detective Lassiter's Birthday next week... he said he's expecting singles
and no coins." Shawn grinned as Lassiter's face flushed and contorted with
rage.

	"You little punk!" Lassiter made a movement towards Shawn, who
moved into a defensive pose, guarding his torso with his knee and hands, he
then let out a little scream. Chief vick's expression became slightly
perturbed. Shawn looked at the desk and saw a folder with the words
"Spencer, Shawn" in bold. He then saw a photo taken from a seance he had
conducted during a case. Then he saw a newspaper with the heading, "Psychic
discovers Dinosaur." Finally, he saw a small note written in pen that he
captured mentally. He read it in his mind, "The psychic is going down. He
is using black magic and god has given me the power and mission to smite
him. Let him know his days are numbered." Shawn smirked at himself as he
thought of the number of people that had accused him of being a fraud. Very
few had ever condemned him even after they believed he had a gift.

	"Chief, I'm sensing a person is... stalking someone. They're
stalking... *furrows his brow in concentration* me?" He looked up
quizzically.

	The chief looked slightly taken aback but nodded as Lassiter
started to laugh. "Well at least he can figure out that people don't like
him. *Sarcastically* What a surprise."

	"Chief, I'm also sensing that this person has a particular
agenda. They think that I'm... santa? no wait... satan? Satanic?" The chief
nodded and picked up the note.

	"We just received this from the post office. No return address or
envelope. They said they would have thrown it out if it weren't for two
things... first the newspaper from your dinosaur discovery *holds it up*
and that the person who saw the letter had a case solved by you a few
months back. They wanted to make sure you were okay."

	"What's the big deal chief? Sounds like someone just doesn't like
me. Why take this seriously?" He tilted his head.

	"We weren't going to until... this." She pulled a photo out of her
desk. It was of a woman laying prone with blood covering the floor. Shawn
noticed that the woman was wearing long flowing robes and a veil around her
head. A sentence was written next to the corpse, in blood, that said,
"Vengance from the hand of God." Shawn visibly paled as he realized the
severity of the situation. "We received the picture with the note. The
police are still searching for the woman from the photo." Shawn focused his
attention to the photo and saw a small bracelet on the woman that said,
"The Third Eye."

	"She worked at "The Third Eye" on Euclid Avenue." He said
briskly. The chief looked surprised and picked up her phone, saying, "get
two black and whites down to The Third Eye on Euclid Avenue." She then hung
up the phone and said, "We do not know who the murderer is nor when he will
strike... so until further notice, Mr. Spencer, you are on a vacation from
police work." Her voice was firm.

	"How am I going to pay for my red vines?" He whined

	"We will give you compensatory pay until the murderer is
found... and so that we know you are safe, I am assigning Detective
Lassiter to be on security for the next few days or weeks. However long it
takes to catch the murderer."

	 Lassiter, at this point, flushed again and said, "Chief... with
all due respect, I don't think that Mr. Spencer needs my help. It wouldn't
be very effective to use the department's resources like that. Can't he
just "psychically" tell us where to find this murderer and arrest them?"
His voice had an undertone of anger and Shawn was sure that Lassie had
mocked him when he had said 'psychically.'

	Chief Vick glared at Lassiter and then turned to Shawn and said,
"Well... did you get anything off of the documents? If not, you and
Detective Lassiter will be staying in your appartment under 24 hour
surveillance until further notice." Shawn paused, looking closely at the
photos and letter. He didn't see anything that would let him out of this
circumstance. "No chief... sorry." He shrugged. The chief turned to
Lassiter and said, "Okay Lassiter. I want calls every 8 hours and if
anything goes awry call the office immediately. I'm trusting you with
Mr. Spencer's life." To which Lassiter said, "Yes chief."

	As Shawn and Lassiter left the office, Shawn noticed that a
newspaper on Lassiter's desk read, "Retired Police Officer Saves Family
from Crash" Shawn's jaw dropped when he saw a picture of is father with a
woman and young child on the cover of the paper. When did that happen?
Shawn thought as the two made their way out of the precinct. Lassiter
grabbed Shawn's arm roughly and said, "Now listen to me Spencer! For the
next few days you are under my supervision and I will NOT have you messing
up my perfect record because of some 'vision.' Do I make myself clear?" His
tone was harsh. Shawn nodded and said jokingly, "Come on Lassie! It'll be
just like a sleepover... you have had a sleepover before, right?" Lassiter
mockingly smirked at Shawn before shoving him out the door of the
station. They both climbed into Detective Lassiter's car and drove over to
Shawn's appartment. Lassiter said that the murderer was probably going to
target Shawn's appartment first and so, "You will be staying at my house."
Lassiter said firmly. Shawn sighed and shrugged his shoulders. After
Lassiter went through the appartment, he allowed Shawn to go in and get
some clothes and toiletries while he guarded the door to the
appartment. Shawn came out five minutes later lugging a sack full of
laundry. Lassiter stared at Shawn with his mouth agape. "Where are your
clean clothes!?" His voice rose. Shaw said, "It's laundry week. You have
detergent I can use right?" He continued down the stairs and out the
building after locking up the appartment. Lassiter noticed that Shawn only
had a small bag with him that was not clothing. What else did he bring?
Carlton wondered. I'll find out later.

	Finally the duo left the complex and drove over to Detective
Lassiter's house. Lassiter glanced over at Shawn a few times, the man was
oddly quiet. Lassiter imagined that given the opening, he would talk the
whole way over about nothing. So Carlton said nothing, enjoying the
silence. They arrived at the Detective's house after a few minutes and
Shawn got out of the car so that he could get the sack of
clothing. Lassiter walked up the stairs and unlocked his front door. He
wasn't sure how long he would have to babysit for the chief but his house
only had one bedroom. He figured either he or Shawn could sleep on the
couch, afterall, he had spent many a night sleeping on the couch during his
marriage. Shawn walked in the house and let out a low whistle. "Nice house
Lassie! Though I figured you'd have more photos of your busts." He
joked. You haven't seen my bedroom yet, thought Lassiter. He turned to
Shawn and said, "Spencer, I don't really care where I sleep. So if you'd
prefer my bed..." He trailed off. Shawn laughed, "Is your bed big enough
for two?" The sentence had some sexual tension underlying it. Lassiter
flushed, getting extremely angry. "Listen Spencer. I didn't volunteer to be
your baby sitter for the next few days or weeks. This is an imposition. I
was offering my bed as a gesture of hospitality. You knew I was going to
sleep on the couch. So if you don't start treating me with some respect, I
will make your stay here a living hell!" His tone made Shawn's demeanor
change. Shawn sighed and said, "Lassie, it doesn't matter to me where I
sleep. I was just busting your balls. Can we make a concession? For the
next few days or weeks, however long it takes, can we promise to give one
another some slack. I'll lighten up on the jokes if you'll not take
everything I say so seriously. Deal?"

	Lassiter was slightly taken aback about how sensible Spencer was
acting. He reluctantly nodded and the two men shook hands. "Now, what are
we going to do about dinner?"

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	A few weeks had passed where the two men had gotten along fairly
well. Shawn had made a few calls to Gus and Juliet during those times to
see if the case had taken up any new leads. No change had been reported.
	Lassiter walked into the house after shopping at a local grocery
and noticed as he came in that Shawn was asleep on the couch. The two men
had decided to take shifts on the couch, every other day. So far the idea
had been equal but Lassiter was sure that Shawn was sleeping less on the
couch than Lassiter. Carlton looked at Shawn's sleeping body as he put away
the food. The younger man was full of surprises, albeit he made terrible
desserts, Shawn's cooking was an improvement over Lassiter's. Shawn had
also been very responsible about making sure he cleaned his own messes and
kept the Detective's house in good condition.

	Once Carlton had finished putting the groceries away he sat down on
the couch and turned on his television. Shawn stirred but did not
wake. Carlton put on a baseball game between the New York Yankees and the
Red Sox. About halfway through the game Shawn's body slowly shifted right,
sliding closer and closer to Lassiter's. Carlton thought about waking the
psychic but decided that Shawn probably did not sleep well due to the couch
and the fact that the killer was still at large. Finally the psychic's head
landed on the detective's lap gently. Lassiter turned down the volume on
the television and looked down at the psychic. It was amazing how nice
Shawn was when he wasn't flapping his jaw or being over-dramatic. After the
game had ended, Lassiter began to shift his body. During the game he had
absentmindedly been stroking Shawn's hair. Lassiter put a pillow under
Shawn's head and had stood up. It was Lassiter's night on the couch and he
noticed Shawn was beginning to toss and turn, troubling dreams making the
young man restless. Lassiter crouched in front of Shawn and gently lifted
him off of the couch. The psychic didn't wake but seemed to settle into the
Detective's strong arms, turning inward towards the sudden source of heat
and comfort. Lassiter made his way to his bedroom and gently set Shawn onto
his bed. He then checked the room for any signs of entrance and made sure
his door was shut and locked from the inside before leaving the room and
laying down on the couch for his sleep. When sleep did come, his dreams
were confusing but comforting. 'His wife was yelling at him but Shawn had
stepped in and soon the three of them were getting along well. Then, Shawn
smiled at Lassiter and the two were suddenly walking along the pier on the
coast talking about a case they had just solved.'

	The next morning Lassiter woke early and made his way to his room
so that he could change for the day. The two men had made a pact that if
one person was in the room that they would have privacy to change by
locking the door. Lassiter gently knocked but was met with silence, he must
still be sleeping. Carlton quietly unlocked the door and peered into the
room. Shawn was still asleep but his sheets were strewn about the room and
he was shivering, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed. Lassiter
made his way to the bed and grabbed the nearest blanket, pulling it close
to Shawn. He then pulled the psychic towards him and layed onto the bed,
having Spencer's body beside his. He was only in his night shirt and
boxer's but he felt that Shawn needed to have restful sleep and that for
the time being Lassiter would be the only source of comfort in the strange
house. Shawn's body curled against Lassiter and the psychic's breathing
slowed to a moderate pace before his hand gently rested on Lassiter's
chest. Carlton felt the psychic's grip loosen and his consciousness drift
away. Lassiter stood and went to his closet and pulled out his outfit for
the day. While he changed he heard Shawn begin to rouse. Quickly, the
detective changed his clothes. Not fast enough apparently. "Woah Lassie!
You gonna take me out for dinner first?" Came the yawning voice of Shawn.

	Lassiter sighed and finished dressing before he left the room. As
he opened the door he heard Shawn say something, "What Shawn?" Came
Lassiter's agitated voice, the spell from Shawn's peaceful sleep
broken. "How did I get in here?" His voice was slightly uneasy but Lassiter
said nothing, rolling his eyes. Once Lassiter had finished preparing
breakfast, toast, eggs, bacon, and a fresh pot of coffee, he heard Shawn
enter the room. The detective turned to Shawn and offered him a plate of
food. Lassiter said that he needed to go in to the station to pick up his
paycheck and check for any updates to the case. He told Shawn to stay in
the house and make sure the doors were locked and not to answer the door
for anyone. "You worry too much Lassie! I'll be fine for a couple of
hours." He said confidently. Lassiter left shortly afterwards, checking
around the house to make sure everywhere was secure. He then left for the
station.

	Lassiter was pissed and worried as he made his way back home. Not
only had the station taken forever to prepare his paycheck, something about
the checks being written while he was waiting, but also the case had taken
a new, unfortunate turn. Another person had been killed, a
palm-reader. Lassiter had beat a speedy retreat back to his house because
he suddenly felt that it was a mistake to leave Shawn by himself. Just in
case, he called Juliet over and brought her back with him to his house. As
he pulled into the driveway his heart fell into his stomach, his front door
was kicked in and he could see signs of a struggle as lamps and other
various items were strewn about the room. Immediately, Lassiter told Juliet
to call in to the station and he ran inside his house gun drawn, preparing
for the worst. He quickly swept the entire appartment and found neither
Shawn nor anyone else. Finally as he walked back through his living room,
he saw a note on the countertop in his kitchen. It was from the
killer. "Naughty, naughty detective. Hiding a sorcerer is a sin in the eyes
of god." Lassiter felt as though he had fallen into a bucket of ice
water. He looked around the house for any sign that Shawn was
okay. Finally, he found a small piece of paper with a clue from Shawn in
his bedroom, it said the words "6-08-12 Woma" on the back of a piece of
newspaper. Lassiter ran for his room and saw the newspaper from the
previous week. He saw the title, "Retired Police Officer Saves Family from
Crash." Lassiter grabbed the paper and saw Shawn had circled the
woman. Lassiter ran out the front door and told Juliet to take him to the
station.

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	Shawn had been working on the case from his house when he the phone
rang. He answered and heard someone breathing on the other end. Immediately
he hung up the phone and called the station, playing a hunch. He asked
Juliet to text him the picture from the first murder and Juliet told him
someone else had been killed. Shawn said to give him both quickly. He heard
someone knocking on the front door, emphatically. He received the text and
quickly scanned the bodies before he found something a small mark from a
necklace. It was in the shape of a cross... where had he seen it? Then his
memory flashed back to the office where he saw the newspaper with the woman
who had been saved by Shawn's father. He immediately looked for Lassiter's
newspaper and circled the woman and the cross. He hid the newspaper in
Lassiter's bedroom as the pounding on the door increased in intensity. Sure
that it was the killer, Shawn ran into the living room and ripped out a
strip of newspaper. He began to write on the back but was interrupted by
the sound of the door being kicked off it's hinges. Shawn hid the strip of
paper quickly and turned to the woman from the photo. She had a crazed look
in her eyes and said, "Hello sinner. Today's judgement day." She then ran
towards him with a cloth and Shawn beat a hasty retreat before tripping
over an end table and smacking his head into the coffee table in front of
the television. Shawn was dazed but not unconscious, unfortunately the
woman covered his face with the chloroform soaked rag. Shawn went limp
instantly but was only slightly woozy from the chloroform, wanting to keep
his consciousness for his escape.

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	Lassiter was starting to full on panick. No one in the office could
find an address on the woman from the newspaper. The child wasn't even
hers! How could this have happened? Detective Lassiter called Shawn's dad
and through tight lips he said, "Shawn's been taken. The killer target's
what god considers a sorcerer or psychic. They have murdered two people and
have just taken Shawn. We have a suspect but it was the woman who you saved
last week. Did the woman give you an address?" Carlton heard Henry take a
deep breath in, trying to calm himself. He thought back to that day, trying
to remember any details that would help the police find her. He remembered
a key to a motel on the outskirts of town and said, "She's in the Motel 5,
room 25, on the edge of town..." He heard Carlton run yell out the location
and he hung up the phone. Henry loosed his grip on the potato he had been
peeling, only to note that it was crushed.

	Lassiter ran out the door and practically leaped into his car,
putting on his lights and calling an ambulance to the motel. He did 80-100
mph to the motel and kicked in the door to the room, gun drawn. He saw
Shawn tied to a chair and his heart felt relieved... until he noticed that
Shawn wasn't breathing. He ran over and shook Shawn. No repsonse. He looked
at Shawn and saw a small mark in his neck, a small cross. Lassiter's heart
began to pound faster and he looked closer at Shawn's still body, finally
he saw a small pool of blood by his feet and Lassiter said, "no." He found
gashes on Shawn's body, almost everywhere. With a shaky hand he put his
hand to Shawn's neck and felt a pulse, it was slowing down however and so
Lassiter grabbed Shawn and lifted him over his shoulder and carried him
outside of the hotel. The ambulance arrived a minute later, but to Lassiter
it seemed like an eternity. He watched helplessly as they took Shawn into
the vehicle and gave him a sedative. they said that he needed a blood
transfusion as soon as he got to the hospital. Lassiter called the hospital
and told them to prepare a transfusion, stating Shawn's blood type. The
ambulance workers said that it might be too late and Lassiter stayed at the
crime scene until more black and whites arrived. He then immediately got
into his car, avoiding the other police officers and to hide the fact that
his eyes were red. He drove to the hospital and as he got there he heard
chatter over the radio stating that the murderer was still at
large. Carlton turned off his radio and walked into the hospital.

	He walked to the front desk and asked if Shawn had survived the
trip, his chest tight with emotion. The nurse on duty looked at the
clipboard and Henry burst through the door calling out to Lassiter. The
detective turned and saw worry etched into the face of the older, retired
police officer. Lassiter nodded to Henry and said in a somewhat shaky
voice, "I was just checking in on him." The nurse looked confused and said,
"Can you name or describe the patient please?" "Shawn Spencer." Said
Lassiter. Henry had noted Lassiter's reaction to his presence when he
entered the hospital, fear, guilt, sadness, and hope. The nurse said, "He
went into the ICU for the transfusion and I will let you know as soon as he
is put somewhere else." The way she said that, 'somewhere else' made
Lassiter sick to his stomach and he turned to Henry, who had noticed the
nurse's tone. "Henry..." His voice was unsteady, "I'm so... sorry."
Lassiter turned away, trying to not break down in front of Shawn's father,
who didn't need this now. Why am I so emotional over this? It was just
Spen-... Shawn, thought Carlton.

	Henry knew something was wrong with the detective when he turned
from him. He looked at Lassiter's body posture and instantly a idea
occurred to the retired police officer. He reserved his judgement and said
nothing. He knew Carlton was dealing with multiple issues now and honestly,
thought Henry, I'm more worried about Shawn. "He was on my watch... I only
left for twenty minutes. I had to check in at the office." Came the voice
of Lassiter, it was stronger than before. "She must have come in when she
saw me leave." Henry gently placed his hand on the detective's shoulder,
"It wasn't your fault Carlton. You couldn't guard him twenty-four, seven."

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	The next few hours went by with little spoken by anyone. Finally at
four in the morning, the nurse said, "Detective Lassiter and Henry
Spencer?" The two men bolted over to the desk, "He's in room 130." She
said. The two men heaved sighs of relief and they walked quickly to room
130. They burst in the door and saw Shawn on the bed, eyes closed but
breathing. Henry looked at Shawn and said, "Thank goodness." He then put
his hand on Shawn's head and tousled his son's hair. Shawn did not wake so
Henry said, "You're staying aren't you?" to Lassiter, who nodded. "Alright
then... I'm going home to bed. Please keep a eye on my son Carlton."
Lassiter said, "Yes, sir."

	As Henry left, Carlton sat down in a chair next to Shawn, he felt
so relieved that he started to chuckle, then he started to laugh, then he
was laughing so hard he was crying. Then he felt the tears flow
freely. What is going on with me? thought the detective
incredulously. Finally the tears stopped and Carlton felt tired. He closed
his eyes for a while until he heard Shawn thrashing in the bed next to
him. Lassiter moved towards him and heard him say, "She's here." He wasn't
awake but Lassiter knew he meant in the hospital. Lassiter drew his gun and
he put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, calming the psychic's tossing and
turning.

	It didn't take long, and Carlton was able to get a black and white
down to the hospital. She came into the room dressed as a nurse. Carlton
almost didn't recognize her until he saw the necklace in the shape of a
cross. She held up a syringe and said, "Some morphine for the patient." She
said in a sweet voice. Carlton leveled his gun at her and said, "Guess
again, bitch!" The nurse looked at the gun and said, "You think mere
bullets can stop the messenger of god?" She lunged at shawn and Lassiter
fired. The woman crumpled to the ground and the police officers burst into
the room. Lassiter was shaking. He looked down at Shawn, who was covered in
a sheen of sweat. Lassiter used gloves and took the syringe placing it in
an evidence bag and giving it to the other officers. Lassiter called to the
office and said that Shawn needed a new room and that room 130 was now a
crime scene and that the hospital needed to bring up the files on the nurse
who had been shot.

	Shawn moved to the second floor and was given twenty-four hour
surveillance outside his door. Lassiter stayed inside the room and called
Henry and told him that the woman was dead. Henry sighed in relief, knowing
that Shawn was safe. He said to Lassiter, "Let me know of ANY updates on
Shawn's condition." Lassiter missed the emphasis on 'ANY' and hung up the
phone. He turned to Shawn, who was beginning to stir. His eyes opened
slowly and so Lassiter lowered the lights to ease any pain Shawn felt by
the piercing lights. Shawn looked around the room once his eyes ajusted. He
saw Lassiter standing by the lights with his back to him. Shawn looked
around the room and saw that he was in the hospital. He turned to his
Electrocardiogram beeping steadily. He saw the sensor on his finger so he
leaned back and shut his eyes again and slowly removed the sensor... which
caused the machine to flatline. Lassiter whipped around and saw Shawn, who
was lying still, and the machine which was flatlining. Lassiter grabbed
Shawn and said, "Oh god no! Spencer? Wake up! Please! Your dad will kill
me! Not to mention the Chief!" Carlton was pleading, barganing, and near
crying for Shawn to wake up, "Spencer?" His voice was weak and his throat
was dry, "Please don't... not after everything we've been through." Shawn
quietly attached his sensor and the machine beeped again. Lassiter let out
a cry of joy and grabbed Shawn, who was still motionless. The detective
kissed him on the lips lightly and set him back down. A nurse came in later
and checked on them. Lassiter told her about the flatline and she said that
it was probably caused by a finger slipping in and out of the
sensor. Lassiter turned to Shawn, who was breathing softly. "You didn't..."
His voice was just below 'anger' ... 'ready to explode.' Shawn did not
move, but Lassiter was sure he saw a small smile on the psychic's lips.

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	Shawn was out of the hospital in three days and was told to stay in
Lassiter's house until the investigation had been closed. The station
thought that it was possible that the killer might have had an
accomplice. Shawn had taken the bed, even though he had protested, stating
that they had arranged another schedule. Lassiter just rolled his eyes and
said nothing. Lassiter had realized some of his feelings for Shawn that
night in the hospital but had kept them to himself, thinking about how his
wife would say, "That explains a lot." Bitch.

	Lassiter was making his last checks for the night, he had installed
a new solid oak door with a deadbolt. As he approached the door to his
bedroom he heard Shawn breathing fast and shallow. Lassiter opened the door
and saw Shawn was curled into a fetal position and covering his neck. He
was asleep but Lassiter was sure his dreams were not happy ones. Quietly as
he could, Carlton closed and locked the door. He changed into his night
clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed. Shawn whipped his head,
shaking it violently to expel the unwanted nightmare. Carlton rolled onto
the bed and pulled Shawn's body close to his. The young man had tear
streaks on his face, eyes shut tight. Carlton held Shawn as close as he
could to his body and felt Shawn's body wrap around his. Shawn was sobbing
softly and his hands were clinging to Carlton as if his life depended on
him. "Lassie will get here soon... he's coming... he'll... he'll save me."
The words were soft and desperate. Shawn's actions slowed and his breathing
eased. Lassiter, who was not used to the amount of intimacy Shawn was
displaying, simply held Shawn and pulled up the blanket.

	Sometime during the night Shawn woke, frightened because it was
dark and he heard breathing. The killer had left him alone to die... in the
dark. He breathed in, expecting to smell the coppery smell of blood again,
but was met with a sweet, musky smell. It was Lassie. His heart beat
quickly as his mind worked in overdrive to remember how he got where he
was. His consciousness had been fleeting at best the last few days and
finally he remembered that the hospital let him stay at Lassie's
house... that and the police. But why was Lassie in the bed with him, and
why was he holding Shawn so close? Shawn slowly turned over to move to the
other end of the bed. Lassiter's hands tensed and Lassie's eyes opened. The
two men looked into one another's eyes and Lassiter's grip released. They
said nothing as the psychic repositioned himself. Lassiter rolled towards
the door, only to have Shawn take his hand gently, "please don't go." His
voice was soft. Lassiter grunted and rolled back to the center of the
king-sized bed. Shawn then slowly pushed himself, slowly because he was in
pain, towards the detective.

	Shawn put his body flushed with Lassie and soon fell into a deep
peaceful sleep. Detective Lassiter looked up at the ceiling and drifted off
sometime shortly after, one hand resting on Shawn's hip. Shawn's body
rolled into Lassiter, waking the detective. Lassiter felt his breath catch
and his body respond finally to the intimacy of the situation. His arm was
trapped under Shawn's body and Shawn had put his head into the crook of
Lassiter's neck. Shawn's body was also responding, he nuzzled in closer to
the detective, hands wrapping around the older man's body. "Spencer?" His
voice was soft but tight. Shawn did not wake but reacted to the words, his
head buried itself into his neck more and Carlton felt the psychic's lips
brush his throat. This caused Lassiter to let out a soft rumble from deep
in his throat. Shawn's body moved even closer until the detective noticed
that Shawn's 'entire body' was reacting to the prescence of someone. The
psychic's erection was pressing into Lassiter's hip and Lassiter was
enjoying it. Carlton slowly moved his free hand down the curve of Shawn's
body, resting on his hip. Not wanting to be accused of some form of sexual
misconduct he said, "Spencer..." Shawn's eye's fluttered and he looked at
the detective, who was looked like he wasn't sure what to do. Carlton's
face turned red, but it was dark and Shawn could not see,
"you... uh... rolled over." He finished lamely. Shawn felt the detective's
hand on his hip and realized why Lassie was acting so strangely. Shawn set
his chin on the detective's shoulder and began to kiss his neck, while
using his hand to move the other man's hand down. Lassiter felt his hand
brush Shawn's erection and Shawn's breath caught in his throat. Lassiter
was quickly losing control over his own body and he was conflicted. What if
Shawn was just playing with him? Or what if he didn't realize he was awake?
Shawn's actions were causing Lassiter to lose his focus on not getting to
full mast. Finally Lassiter said, "Spencer... I don't want to... take
advantage of your... circumstances. *gasps* oh shit! W-wait Spencer." Shawn
paused and moved back to look at the detective skeptically. "What's the
matter Lassie? I thought you wanted me." His voice was questioning, as if
he wasn't sure if he had read the signals correctly.

	Lassiter turned his head away from Shawn, not sure if he could go
through with this. "I... it's not that... I'm flattered... I just..." his
mouth, nor the rest of his body, seemed not to be working well with his
mind. Shawn was starting to have misgivings... maybe I read this wrong. No!
... wait, did I? Lassiter was trying not to initiate anything with Shawn at
the moment and even though Shawn could feel the detective struggling with
something, Shawn, for once in his life, could not figure out what it
was. Finally, Carlton said, "Shawn... I haven't ever even thought
about... but you... and when I thought that you might... I couldn't... and
now... I want this but I don't want you to regret anything in the morning."
The last phrase was void of emotion but Shawn immediately
understood. Lassie's afraid that tomorrow I'll be mad at him because I'm
vulnerable. Shawn said, "Lassie, I understand what you mean. But I am sure
I want this and if you want to wait I'll understand but I have been waiting
for this *moves in close and whispers* forever." Carlton shivered in
anticipation. Finally, when Shawn held his head against Lassiter's and his
lips moved close, Carlton threw caution to the wind. He leaned in and
kissed the psychic on his pineapple sweet lips. Shawn wrapped his hands
back around the detective and deepened the kiss.


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(A/N)

Hey everyone! I just wanted to let you know that I have two other stories
on nifty. "Merlin" and "Chuck" so if you enjoy this story feel free to read
the other two (also in celeb. section). I appreciate and greatly enjoy
comments (the good, the bad, and the ugly) so please, even if you hated
this story or want to say hey, shoot me an email. I am completely chill and
confidential. Your comments let me know that there are people reading the
story and inspire me to write more. Even if you just want to correct
something, I don't mind at all. By the way my stories usually don't start
with sex... I gotta keep the story flowing. But expect some more sex come
future chapters. Oh and if you haven't watched Psych... I'd suggest it. Or
just look up James Roday. *drools*