Date: Sun, 8 Jul 2012 02:56:30 -0400
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych edited Chapter 2

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. Copyright 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!

(Author's note = A/N You are going to hate me... bwahaha... Comment if you
despise me... or not, I enjoy the comments)

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Last time on Psych....

	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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	Shawn woke with a start! Flinging himself forward as he desperately
tried to touch... wait... what? Where the hell am I? Shawn thought. Seconds
after he flung himself forward he felt his knee smack into his coffee
table. Fuck, that hurt! He turned and surveyed his apartment. Clothes were
lying strewn about the room, a peculiar and somewhat unpleasant smell hung
in the air, and Shawn saw that his answering machine was blinking with a
message. Shawn stood and thought, What happened to me? Unconsciously, Shawn
ran his fingers through his hair, still perfect. He then turned back and
saw that he had slept on the couch with a series of folders on his
chest. Was I dreaming about the case? And what exactly was going on with
Lassiter? The details of his dream were quickly slipping away from him. Did
he solve the case? Why was he in a hospital? And for the love of god why
did he decide to stay at Lassie's house. He picked up the folders and saw
that the name Maria Gomez, she was a religious woman who had been saved
from a car accident by Shawn's father. Shawn thought back to his
dream... wasn't she... the murderer? Something about black magic and having
god on her side. Shawn was having trouble recalling the dream, which was a
shock to him considering he could remember even the most minute details
from his early childhood.

	Shawn picked up his cell phone and saw he had a message from
Gus. <Chief wants to know if you solved the case yet> Shawn sighed, he had
been working on the murder of a Wiccan priestess, Selena Gomez, (A/N - Had
to do it) her coven had called her, and had come up with nothing that would
hold up in court. The woman had been strangled with her own veil... kinda
sad... kinda Isadora Duncan, almost. Shawn chuckled at himself. He then
looked back at his phone, <Nothing solid yet. But tell her the spirit world
is abuzz with information. But say it spookily XD > Shawn sent the message
and a minute later he hear his phone chirp. <The chief said "find me some
evidence that isn't ephemeral soon or we'll be off the case."> Shawn
replied, <tell the chief I am not ephemeral, I just have a not-so-manly
scream when chased by a potential murderer. Oh, and that we'll have
something concrete soon.> *BEEP* <Remember last week when you dove through
the windowsill in the office screaming "manly-like" because you thought
that Lassiter was going to kill you? Also, Ephemeral means ghostly or not
present in a 'sixth sense' way> <I've heard it both ways>

	Shawn walked out of his apartment with the two folders in hand,
somehow I think these cases are related. Thought Shawn. Maybe if I can get
the records of when Maria was in the hospital I can either find out if she
could be responsible for the death of the mystic on Euclid or at least
cement that she was not there. Shawn yawned as he stretched his arms out
and went into his bathroom, despite how much he talked about his hair,
frequently he barely messed with it. He hopped into the shower and took
five minutes to think about the case as he washed. As he exited the shower
he remembered something from his dream. Did Lassiter hug me? Or did I hug
him? Shawn shook his head trying to come back to reality. It was a manly
gesture... totally innocent. Feeling slightly embarrassed that he had spent
so much time thinking about the dream, Shawn walked out of the apartment
and got on his motorcycle. He cranked the engine and sped towards the
police station.

	When Shawn arrived at the station, he saw that Gus' blue hybrid was
sitting in the parking lot. Playing a hunch, Shawn checked his phone and
saw that Gus had texted him on the way over. <Chief needs to see us ASAP>
Shawn climbed the steps into the station and saw Gus waiting just inside of
the doors. "Did you get some food? I'm starving." "Two pineapple smoothies
and two Japa dogs... our taste buds won't know what hit them." "You know
that's right." As the two men started walking towards the office, Shawn
felt his pulse beat more quickly. Hmmmm, though Shawn, wonder what that's
about. When Shawn rounded the main desk he saw Head Detective Carlton
Lassiter talking with Detective Juliet O'Hara and Shawn felt himself
unconsciously blush. Okay, thought Shawn, what the hell is going on? Gus
and Shawn approached the two detectives, who were having an argument over
something. Shawn immediately piped up, "Jules is right Lassie!" Lassiter
leveled a glare at Shawn that made the young man uncomfortable. "You didn't
even hear the conversation Spencer, so I'll tell you only once, shut it."
His voice was firm and commanding. Shawn opened his mouth to respond but
was met with a mental blank. Lassiter looked at Shawn again and said with a
mocking tone, "What was that Shawn? I couldn't hear you..." Shawn felt his
cheeks turn red so he just took another swig of his smoothie and finally
said, "Is the chief in her office?" Juliet turned and said, "Yes,
Shawn. She said she wanted to see you, Gus, and detective
Lassiter. Something about another victim on your case." Jules turned back
to a stack of paperwork and motioned for the trio to move away from her
desk.

	As they entered her office, Shawn got the uneasy feeling that
something was about to happen that he had seen before. Déjà vu. Where
have I seen this scene. He spotted a set of papers and folders on the
chief's desk that listed several names and places. Shawn's mind went into
overdrive as he spotted the picture of a new victim, this one's body was
mangled and had a series of slashes along their chest in the shape of a
catholic cross. Shawn blanched as he thought, it's her... it's gotta be
her. Gus seemed to have noticed Shawn's reaction because he said, "Shawn
are you okay?" Chief Vick then lifted the papers and showed them to Shawn
and Gus. Gus visibly paled and excused himself. Seconds later, Shawn heard
the sound of Gus running for the bathroom making heaving noises. Shawn
turned to the Chief and said, "I think I may know who did this... but it is
relying on a fuzzy psychic vision." The Chief raised an eyebrow and said,
"Who is it Mr. Spencer?" Looking at Lassiter as if to say, write this down
now! Shawn put his finger to his temple and said, "I'm seeing a necklace, a
cross... She's surrounded by crushed metal! Now she's being hauled from the
wreckage... DAD! What are you doing!?" Shawn then slumped into the nearest
chair as Lassiter looked up from a notepad he had whipped out and said,
"Chief! Henry Spencer pulled a woman from an accident two weeks ago, right
before the first attack. She was deemed healthy and was released shortly
after they admitted her. The hospital wanted to do a psychological
evaluation because she had been ranting about evil sinners that needed gods
vengeance."

	Shawn, meanwhile, had been staring off into space, just listening
to Lassiter's voice, it's so smooth and deep. Shawn thought, wait a minute!
I think I'm starting to fall for Lassiter. Oh crap! Shawn looked sidelong
at the detective and felt himself shiver at Lassiter's strong features. NO!
This can NOT be happening! I am straight! I've had sex with countless
women, many of whom I've never called back, I can't be attracted to Lassie!
The very idea... Shawn scoffed. This drew the attention of both the Chief
and Lassiter. "Yes Spencer?" Said Lassiter. His eyes seemed slightly less
cold than usual and his posture was less defensive. "Nothing..." Grumbled
Shawn. He stood up and said, "Chief, let me know if you arrest that woman
and if you need me for any other cases... right now, I'm going for lunch
with Gus." And hopefully I'll be able to forget about this thing about
Lassie. Shawn sighed as he turned and left the office.

	Gus was waiting outside of the station with his hands crossed over
his chest, looking around the parking lot. He smiled when he saw Shawn and
said, "Did you help them get any leads?" Shawn nodded and said, "I think we
got the person already." Gus looked surprised but said nothing, "Lunch?"
Asked Shawn, "You know that's right." Gus said as he climbed into the
blueberry with Shawn. The two spent a five minute silent car ride over to
their favorite Mexican restaurant, this left Gus unnerved because he knew
something was bothering Shawn. "Shawn, you know if there's something on
your mind, you can always tell me..." His voice was cautious. Shawn stared
at him for a minute as if turning something over in his mind. Finally he
turned back to the window and said, "Yeah buddy, I know."

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	Later that evening, Shawn went to his apartment, maybe some rest
will help me sort this out, Shawn thought. He climbed into his bed and set
his iphone for a two hour nap. It wasn't late so Shawn figured he could
wake up for a night on the town after a short rest. Just what I need to
clear my head, he thought.

	Shawn woke to the sound of his alarm blaring. His sheets were moist
and Shawn realized he had just come in the bed. Shit! He kept himself flat
on the bed so he could remember the dream. Lassiter had asked him to come
over to his house after the case had been solved for a celebratory
dinner. Shawn had misgivings but had said yes. As he arrived, Shawn
realized he was wearing a dress suit and had a rose. Shawn knocked on the
door and heard Lassiter say, "Come on in Spencer!" His tone was light and
Shawn opened the door. In the center of Lassiter's house was a candle-lit
table for two. Shawn felt his pulse race as he approached Lassie, who's
back was to him, making the final touches to the meal. Lassiter was wearing
his usual police uniform and his holster. Shawn walked over to Lassie and
tapped his shoulder. Lassiter turned with a grin and as he saw the rose,
his bright blue eyes shone with a brilliance that made Shawn's breath catch
in his throat. Even though, Lassie's face seemed to lend itself to more
serious facial expressions, when Lassiter smiled, his whole face lit
up. "Hey Lassie!" Shawn's voice felt slightly deeper and Shawn felt his
body moving in closer to the detective. Lassiter looked down at Shawn from
his 6'1" slim frame. Shawn couldn't stop looking into his eyes, they're so
blue, like crystals. Oh god how lame... I sound like a moron. Lassiter
moved his hand to Shawn's back and Shawn immediately forgot about his
stupid simile. Pulling Shawn close, Lassiter put his forehead against
Shawn's. "You smell soooo good Shawn..." His voice purred, Shawn felt his
body start to go into overdrive, trying to send an appendage through his
dress pants. "... And you have never looked more handsome than you look
now." Shawn felt his heart pounding in his chest, his brain desperately
trying to send him some signal, which he was ignoring. Lassiter moved his
lips against Shawn's and Shawn felt his whole body tingle. Lassiter's lips
were gentle but demanding. Shawn moved his hands to the detective's back,
feeling the powerful muscles that flexed as Shawn searched his
body. Lassiter's lips moved to Shawn's neck and Shawn grunted as he tipped
his head back, his styled hair held perfectly and Lassiter kissed Shawn's
Adam's apple. Shawn felt himself losing control and he knew that if Lassie
kept at such an intimate level, Shawn was going to come in his
pants. Trying to get Lassiter's attention, Shawn pushed on Lassiter's
shoulders, to no avail. Oh god! Shawn thought as Lassiter began to mark
Shawn's neck and his hands moved down towards Shawn's zipper. Shawn gasped
and said, "W-wait! Lassie... Oh-oh Sh-shit. Please..." Shawn couldn't even
manage words, so when Lassiter's hand rubbed Shawn's straining member,
Shawn felt his body betray him as he slipped over the edge. Lassiter held
Shawn's body as the orgasm swept through the younger man. Shawn felt his
body slump down a little and his breath became ragged. I did not just... He
thought incredulously. That hasn't happened since high school! A second
later he heard an alarm buzzing next to his ear. Wait this is a dream!

	Shawn sat up from his bed. This cannot be happening to me! I have
never been attracted to men before, this doesn't make sense! Why now!?
Wouldn't my subconscious have told me by now!? Why did it have to be
Carlton Lassiter of all the men I know? Why not Gus or Buzz? Hell even the
bald guy from forensics would have been better than the stations head
detective. Shawn put his head in his hands, he felt conflicted, should he
tell someone how he felt? God, who would understand? Gus? He'd probably
freak out... Just like I am. One part of his brain decided to be a somewhat
more direct and asked Shawn, say what you are thinking Shawn... What is the
concern you are trying to avoid thinking about? Damnit brain! Shut up! But
the voice, which sounded an awful lot like his father nagged at him until
he said out loud, "FINE!!!! What if..." His voice faltered and he paused a
minute, trying to voice the question that was scaring him the most. "What
if he doesn't love me? He's voiced his hatred of me forever and this would
just give him cause to ridicule me forever. But worst of all, I am fairly
certain he... doesn't swing that way." There it was. Shawn was frightened
and dejected, knowing his mind and body would yearn for the detective who
would remain close but forever be just a friend.

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(A/N) - I think I will be setting a comment number before I will post the
next chapter. I'd like five comments from different people, good/bad/ugly I
don't care. I just want to make sure that there are people out there who
want this story to continue... It takes me a couple hours to fine tune
these chapters. If I only have a few people reading I may move back to my
other stories which seemed to be very popular.

	Hey all... I know it's been a while and this chapter is
short... I've been busy. Sorry. Anyway the sex will come... eventually. I'm
trying to create a less sex obsessed story, it sounds easy in theory. Also
I may be incorporating other celebrities you may know... re-read the
disclaimer at the top... just for copyright's sake. Also the next chapter
will be more geared to Shawn's reaction to his new attraction, how will he
deal with it? who will he tell? Will they accept him? I'm not 100% sure
right now. Either way I think Shawn needs to go through some serious
emotional turmoil so that the relationship can sustain enough intrigue for
future chapters. If you don't like what I'm doing... then this is your
chance to shape the outcome of the story. I am giving you a small taste of
what is to come. I want to thank all of my readers who have commented
already and I hope that you guys continue reading. One of the best stories
I have read had a liberal portion of absolute heartbreaking sadness. Having
a story with such an impact is something all writers strive to have. I only
hope you guys enjoy reading these chapters as much as I enjoy writing them.

As I stated previously:

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*