Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 02:34:29 -0400
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych Chapter 4 revised

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!

		Plethora of A/Ns in this chapter. Sorry


(Author's note = A/N ) Please RE-READ MY CELEBRITY sexuality clause that I
will repost just so I cannot be sued by anyone... and remember that this is
JUST A STORY! 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. (I will repost this multiple times so
that there isn't confusion)


	A/N (What was written below, was written in a slightly sleep
deprived state... so if it's totally confusing or weird... ignore it)
	- ALSO!!!! Some graphic material might be located in this
chapter... it's a surprise. Tell me: Awwww HELL YEAH/OH NO HE DIDN'T!/I
can't believe that!/ What the fuck?/*your reaction to the sex* The reason I
ask this is because I am still unsure when Lassie and Shawn will... you
know. I am totally at odds with this. My readers wanted sex... so I wrote
some in this chapter. HOWEVER I am not sure if this will come back to haunt
Shawn. (may be a little too much angst/waiting for sex between our stars)
The only way I can decide for sure is from............................. you
guessed it... COMMENTS!

	- YES I overuse ellipses (...) and commas (,) whatever, it helps me
control how the sentences are read... so that you understand the
inflection. Also the stars (*) with text inside help the reader visualize.

	- (And there's semi-sex too!)

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Last time on Psych....

	Finally Shawn threw the pen... trying to symbolically remove the
part of him that loved the head detective. As Juliet left to get the pen
Shawn said, "You don't understand Jules... they're so close! And I
can't... I can never... Do you have any idea what that's like? Not to
mention what everyone else would say." Shawn was only barely able to stop
himself from saying the name aloud. "I can't bear this anymore! I can't
live like this! I am so miserable, Jules. I feel like my heart has stopped
working when I see them... then I remind myself that it can't ever happen."
Juliet looked Shawn in the eyes and said, "Don't give up hope yet
Shawn. They may come around. Never think that you don't deserve
happiness. Don't let what society has pressured make you think that
anything is just black and white. And lastly, Shawn..." Her voice was
gentle and quiet. She put the pen back into Shawn's hand, making him look
down at the pen and then back up at her. "... If you value the person as
much as you value a certain item of theirs... They definitely deserve to
have someone so loyal and loving." She winked at him and left him
open-mouthed staring after her as she walked out of the office.

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A/N -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. (Did I mention SEX? Or a reasonable facsimile
thereof?)



	Shawn was pacing the Psych office all night, trying hard to think
of a way to explain to his life-long friend why he had been so different
for the last month. Shawn also realized how much happier he was, now he at
least had Juliet as a friend who would support him and his own
decisions. At about 5am Shawn felt his eyes droop and he sat on the
couch. He looked at the sleeping pills on his desk, how had he fallen so
hard? It isn't like I would have had no one to talk to. Shawn laid down and
shut his eyes, drifting into a sweet oblivion that was not dominated by
tantalizing dreams, but by Juliet, who was guiding Shawn through a large
maze. Her expression was kind and patient as Shawn turned corner after
corner. When the duo arrived at the exit, Juliet turned to Shawn and said,
"This is the first step Shawn... the hardest step. Finding your footing. No
one goes through this *gestures at the maze* alone. Never give up Shawn..."
Her voice faded and Shawn turned to the exit where he saw a faint outline
of a person standing. Shawn moved towards the figure, tall, slim, and
well-built. As he neared his dream dissolved because he heard the sound of
the Psych office opening.

	"Gus! Buddy! It's so good to see you man! What would you say to a
couple of pineapple pancakes and some fresh juice at iHop?" Shawn felt
completely rejuvenated. Gus stopped at the door, staring at Shawn as if he
was sprouting a second head. Shawn leaped up and said, "Quick! Let's go!
I'm starving." Brushing past Gus, Shawn made his way to the Blueberry. Gus
looked completely off-balance. After closing and locking the door, he
leaned against the wall to the office for support. He wasn't sure if Shawn
was alright or if he had finally snapped and Gus was worried that his best
friend might have a breakdown. Gus pulled himself together, not sure what
to expect, hesitant to accept that Shawn had pulled a complete 180 from the
previous day. As Gus entered the car he noticed that Shawn's face was
slightly tense. Shawn put his hand on Gus' shoulder and said, "Gus, we need
to have a serious talk... I'm not sure if you want to do this before or
after breakfast. I owe you an explanation for my behavior over the last
month. *thinking a moment* I guess the last day too. I'll let you choose
*his voice was quivering* buddy." Gus felt his jaw drop. Shawn was going to
tell him something serious... now or after breakfast? Now. Gus left the
keys in the keyhole of the steering wheel and turned to face Shawn, face
set in a determined fashion. "I'd like to know now Shawn."

	Shawn's throat felt dry... too dry. "Okay Gus... but can we get
smoothies, I'm parched." Gus nodded and they both left the vehicle. Heading
to the smoothie stand, they both bought a pineapple smoothie. Shawn
motioned for Gus to follow him after paying. Gus hesitated but inevitably
followed Shawn. His voice unsteady and unsure, Shawn opened his mouth,
"Well see... the thing is... Gus... you don't choose..." He took a sip of
his smoothie. This sounded sooo much better in my head. But Shawn pressed
on, Gus listening all the while, "Sometimes when someone... but then again
they might like... Oh god, Gus. This is so much harder to say. Jules was
able to just say it for me. But I owe you this..." Gus finally said,
"Shawn! Spit it out!" "I'm in love with..." The silence hung there for an
uncomfortable second, then Shawn finished in a weak voice, "Lassiter."
Shawn stopped walking but Gus did not. "Nice one Shawn... but seriously,
what's been bothering you?" Shawn said again, with a stronger voice,
"Gus... I'm being serious. I have fallen in love with Carlton Lassiter." It
was the first time he had felt so confident about those words, and the
first time he had vocalized his inner desires. Gus frowned and said, "Okay
Shawn... Let's say that I believe you about what this. Why on earth are you
just telling me now? And why have you had so many girlfriends? I still
can't forget the incident at the Department store." Shawn shrugged, "I
don't know buddy. I can't remember when I started to feel this way... but I
haven't been thinking of anyone since and have been so afraid that I'd lose
everything. Especially you..." Another deep worry that had been stewing in
his mind since he had acknowledged his feelings.

	Gus had turned around abruptly. Shawn followed him to the car and
they both got in. Gus was putting the pieces together and had still not
said a word. Gus turned over the engine and turned to Shawn, "I need to
sort this out... can we grab lunch *his voice was strained* another time?"
Shawn noticed the inflection and it felt like a knife had just been stabbed
into his chest. His breathing was shallow and fast, he couldn't lose Gus!
Not wanting to beg for his friend, Shawn opened the car door and said is a
voice awash with sadness, "Sure thing b-buddy..." He got out, shutting the
door behind him. Gus opened his mouth to say something but apparently
thought better of it. He backed out of the parking lot and drove off into
the distance. Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell
phone. He dialed Juliet and heard her answer, "Hi Shawn! How's my favorite
psychic?" Shawn's voice still hadn't reached its normal point, "I-I
think... Guh-Gus just dumped me as a friend Jules." Juliet heard hurt in
Shawn's voice, "Shawn! Listen to me! It was a shock to me as well. I needed
to adjust. Give him a couple of hours... he just needs some time to
think. Trust me Shawn, no one loses someone who has been their friend for
more than 20 years over this. You want to meet me for some breakfast at the
station. You won't have to talk to anyone you don't want to... including
you-know-who." "Lassiter." *Juliet's voice squeaks with joy* "OH SHAWN! You
can say it! I'm so happy for you!" Shawn smiled. She was there for him.

	Shawn was sitting at Juliet O'Hara's desk when he heard a peculiar
sound, "Hey! Let me go! I'm gonna be late for the concert!" The voice was
so familiar... but from where? Just as Shawn turned he saw that Lassiter
and a man in cuffs were walking down to the interrogation rooms. All Shawn
saw of the man was the back of his head and his left arm, which was covered
in tattoos, one was a dove, another was a guitar. Shawn thought, trying to
place the voice and tattoos. Seconds later it struck him. "No way!" Shawn
was about to get up, then he remembered he would either need to A) sneak
into the interrogation room and possibly get forced out by... Lassiter, or
B) try and be put on the case by the chief... but Shawn was really trying
not to bother her... and her backlog of special cases. Maybe Jules could
help me with this. When Juliet walked to her desk she saw Shawn bounce up
from his seat and walk over to her, he had barely said anything all day. He
whispered, "Jules... I know it's asking a lot, but can I go to the
interrogation room and see the guy they just brought in? Please? I sense my
psychic visions will help speed up the case dramatically." Juliet looked at
him, he was excited, more excited than she had seen in quite a while. She
reluctantly agreed and took Shawn to the interrogation viewing rooms.

	As they approached the two way mirrors, Shawn's heart fluttered,
there was Lassiter. His chiseled jaw and bright blue eyes made Shawn
shiver. He seemed to be getting angry at his detainee, who Shawn finally
saw. Shawn gasped aloud, causing Juliet to jump. It was Adam Levine, the
lead singer for Maroon 5, wearing a white wife-beater and a ragged pair of
tight jeans that seemed to barely holding his perfect ass inside. Shawn
took a beat and then began to listen... okay stare at his two favorite
fantasies. Okay! I'm listening too! Damn it! Lassiter barked, "Half of your
stagehands, or whatever you want to call them, have either been seriously
injured, lost the use of an appendage, or, in one specific case, have lost
their lives while you and your little sideshow were on tour. The person who
died was crushed by an electric light during your rehearsal today. The only
other people to have access to that area were you, your band members, and
the master electrician for the building. How do you explain the fact that
you were seen talking to the alleged victim moments before his death on
that same catwalk where, ironically, the light fixture was that crushed
him?" Adam looked at Detective Lassiter with some nervousness, but that was
quickly masked in his swagger. Shawn caught it though, the moment of fear
and hesitation. What did it mean... it seems as though Adam felt
responsible but also had another reason, one that Shawn did not want being
spread around the station or the community. He turned to Jules, "Is he
under arrest?" "Possibly. Be careful if you talk to him Shawn, this man
potentially murdered someone." Shawn nodded and said, "What would bail be
posted at?" Juliet looked at him skeptically, "I need to earn his trust
Jules! That's the only way we'll be able to figure out what happened. Can
you talk to the Chief and Lassie to see if we can make it look as if he was
bailed out by Psych. I'm pretty sure it would help the case move
along... plus, Lassie really doesn't have enough to go on. He might be put
in jail... but only for 5 minutes. His manager will come looking for him at
any minute. Please Jules. This could let me get back into the swing of
things. I also sense that this man did not murder anyone, he'd be worried
about the tour being canceled and the loss of future venues." Juliet nodded
and walked off to talk to the Chief.

	Shawn stood at the entrance to the Santa Barbara Police Station,
waiting for Adam Levine to come out. Shawn was wearing a light blue shirt
that made his eyes bright and a pair of shades in case he stared. He wasn't
disappointed when McNabb led Adam out of the building in cuffs. McNabb
said, "Psych paid for your bail Mr. Levine, you are being released into
their care for the time being. Don't leave town." As the cuffs came off
McNabb nodded at Shawn and walked back into the building. Adam Levine
turned to Shawn and said, "Hey, were you the one who paid my bail?"
Nods. "I can't thank you enough man! But why? Do I know you from
somewhere?" Shawn said nothing, turning from Adam, he then motioned for
Adam to follow him. The station had paid for a rental for up to two weeks
to maintain a cover for Shawn, who had no car and felt that his bike would
be... too intimate. Shawn unlocked the car and got in, it was a midsized
sports car that had a plush leather interior, the office went all out for
me, Shawn thought. As Adam climbed in the car he turned to Shawn and said,
"Where are we going?" His voice was slightly uneasy. Shawn said nothing
again and gunned the engine, zipping out of the police station parking
lot. Shawn sped along the roads that led to the Psych office in silence,
taking back alleys to make sure no one was following. This did nothing to
improve Adam's nervousness. Finally Adam said in a scared voice, "What are
you going to do to me?" Shawn knew that Adam was ready to tuck and roll
from the car, so he hit the locks. Adam immediately started to offer Shawn
money, fame, and women. Shawn had to stifle a laugh. He thought that Adam
was cute when he was both helpless and afraid. Too bad, thought Shawn, he's
probably both off the market AND doesn't even sell to my country. Shawn
made the final turn to the shore that ran along the road where Psych was
located. This sent Adam into a frenzy of "Oh god! You're going to murder
me! HELP! No please don't!" Finally some useful information began to
emerge, "I didn't want Nate to die! I swear! Who is paying you to do this?
His parents? Oh god please! I didn't touch the stage lights! I didn't even
know that he was going to be on stage! You have to believe me! He was
supposed to be in the back doing microphone level checks." Adam voice was
increasing in pitch and desperation. Shawn shook his head as they turned
into the parking lot.

	Shawn motioned for Adam to follow him again, which might have been
a mistake. Adam immediately leaped from the car and ran to the nearest
building, ironically the psych office, which was, as always unlocked, and
closed the door behind him, locking it with the knob. Shawn saw Adam
searching for the phone, which Shawn had misplaced the previous day. As
Shawn began to unlock the door, he heard Adam trip. He quickly unlocked the
door and found the lead singer lying on the floor, tripped up by a small
pile of clothes. Shawn chuckled and closed the door as Adam stood, not an
evil laugh but a mocking laugh of someone who had just done something
incredibly stupid. Adam stood and looked around the room, seeing the
portrait of Shawn, he paled and backed away from Shawn saying, "What do you
want with me?" Shawn finally piped up, "To prove you are innocent! Duh!" He
then walked by Adam and plopped down in his favorite chair, grabbing his
bottom desk drawer he opened it and pulled out some red vines. "Hungry?"
Adam looked startled and more than a little suspicious but he took some of
the candy from Shawn. "Why didn't you say anything to me on the way over?"
Shawn said, "In case you were bugged. I took the fastest way here that
would lose anyone tailing us with a short range listening device. We have
about five minutes where no one will be listening in on our conversation."
Adam suddenly looked relieved and said, "Thank god! I was afraid... when
you wouldn't say anything... I didn't know if you would... or maybe you..."
He faltered and made himself look busy with the red vines. "I'm a psychic
Adam... is it okay to call you that?" nods, "I know some pretty important
stuff about your case that the police are not privileged of knowing." Adam
scoffed, "Right, a psychic. Like what for example?" Shawn laughed, this was
the fun part, "You were playing the guitar during the rehearsal today, even
though your drummer was not at the rehearsal and you play the drums
well. *Flash to Adam's hand which bore string marks matching a guitar*
You've been skimping out on meals and felt so sick that when you heard
about Nate's accident you threw up the only food you had eaten all day
*Flash to Adam clutching his stomach during the interrogation and his
ravenous appetite for red vines* and last but not least..." His voice
dropping to a whisper, so that Adam moved in close, "You did have a
disagreement with Nate on the catwalk... but it was because that was the
only place that was private and he wanted to confront you about a secret."
Adam looked left to right and anxiety was displayed across his face like a
neon sign. "You and Nate were-" "Okay! I've heard enough! You're legit! For
the first time in my life I actually believe that someone is psychic. I
never told anyone about Nate. *His voice gets serious* that was why we
fought on the catwalk, he wanted for it to be public knowledge, didn't want
to hide anymore. But then I told him that it was just physical... you know?
I'm not exactly looking for anything serious... He got really
mad. Threatening to go public. I told him that we could talk about it
later. That's when he stormed off the set. I didn't see him until I heard
the stage light crash on top of him." Adam didn't seem that troubled until
he mentioned the accident. He probably had flings in every city with every
person he could, thought Shawn.

	Shawn wasn't sure what to say to Adam. The information that the
star was giving him only emphasized Lassiter's initial misgivings. Shawn
knew that Adam hadn't caused Nate's death and that he was visibly worried
about the outcome of the impending trial. Meanwhile, Shawn knew that
Lassiter's team had probably gotten within range of the receiver Shawn had
spotted in Adam's pocket. Shawn sighed and said, "You know Mr. Levine..."
"Call me Adam." "...Adam, the information you shared does not help your
case. In fact, to the police this gives you a motive." Adam swallowed hard,
his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Shawn sighed and said,
"Now... Adam, tell me, who would have wanted to hurt Nathan." Shawn wrote
quickly on a piece of paper, 'Police are in range of bugs. Be careful of
what you say.' Adam looked nervous and said, "I'm not
sure... Nate-ummm-Nathan was a nice guy who was always helping our other
crew with anything he could. He was responsible for a bunch of different
stuff for our setups. I can't think of why anyone would want to kill
him. But I suspect whoever it was may have gained access to the catwalk
during one of our breaks. In fact, one time Nathan accidently left the door
to the catwalk unlocked during our dinner break last night. You can ask the
crew if you don't believe me." His voice seemed a little too loud, as if
trying to talk to the police instead of Shawn. Poor guy wants to clear his
name. Shawn put his finger to his head and said, "Adam... I am sensing that
you are left handed for writing and drawing, but use your right for
physical activities. Correct?" Adam's jaw dropped, "Yeah! How'd you know
that?" "I'm a psychic Adam... remember?" Adam nodded, "Yeah, I forgot."
Shawn continued, "I'm also sensing that stage light was cut using a blade
using the left hand." Not a question, *Flashes back to a file he spotted
McNabb left on Lassiter's desk. "So the question is, Adam, how well can you
use a knife in your left hand." Shawn grabbed a steak knife from his desk
and handed it to Adam. "Adam will you try and cut those red vines with only
your left hand please? I want to see your manual dexterity." Adam nodded
and took to the red vines, which Shawn hand bunched together to resemble
the photo of the stage light's wires from the file at the station. Adam
sawed at the candy for four minutes with his left hand before the knife
pierced the last vine. The cut, which was uneven and sloppy, did not match
the wires from the photo which were cut cleanly and in a single quick
stroke. Shawn nodded and said, "Definitely couldn't have been you."

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	Shawn was not accustomed to having Adam around him. Okay,
technically Adam was released and could go about as he pleased, but Adam
was convinced that a murderer was watching his every step, stalking him, as
well as his constant paranoia about the police coming to drag him
away. This made Shawn Adam's lifeline to staying both alive and out of
prison. After the two had left the Psych office, Shawn started the engine
on the car and turned to Adam. "We have two options, we can either go to
your hotel room and stay the night or go to my apartment, which only has
the one bed, but I have no problem with the couch... I have my most
prominent visions there... sometimes." Adam laughed and said, "Hmmmm, Five
star hotel or some underpaid psychic's apartment-" "What makes you think
I'm underpaid?" "I saw you clothes laying strew about the office."
"Pshhhh... whatever, that's Gus' laundry. But fine. We'll stay at the hotel
suite." Adam smiled as if he was trying to hold back laughter. Shawn sighed
and made his way to the hotel that was near the concert hall.

	As Adam left the car with the valet, he turned to Adam and said,
"You head to the room... I'll catch up. Gotta make a call to someone." Adam
looked nervous, "Who?" "Just a friend. He's gonna make sure we have a meal
prepped for tomorrow that will be both safe and freaking awesome." Adam
hesitated but Shawn urged him up the steps. Turning his back to the hotel
he waited a full two minutes before calling O'Hara. "I saw you and Lassie
tailing us. He's innocent. He doesn't have enough hand strength to pull of
cutting the wires in a timely fashion... someone would have seen him. There
are other factors that prove his innocence but most of them are not... of
this plane. So you guys can go home for tonight... I'll make sure
Mr. Levine stays in his room for the whole night and you'll both get a call
as soon as he wants to leave. Okay?" Juliet agreed and relayed the
information to Lassiter. Shawn saw Lassiter's car speed by and Shawn
breathed a sigh of relief. He had been holding his breath the whole time he
was on the phone, trying not to acknowledge Lassiter's existence. Shawn was
sure it would only lead to heartbreak if he got emotional over Lassiter,
best to bury those feelings in the deepest, darkest corners of his heart.

	As Shawn entered the room, he had another key made, he immediately
detected the smell of alcohol. He's handling the death and police pressure
well, great. Thought Shawn sarcastically. Adam Levine stepped out of the
bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and holding a bottle of Jack
Daniel's. "What's up, Shawn? You want some Jack?" Shawn shook his head and
said, "I am NOT cleaning up after you." Adam walked, unevenly, forward. He
had a swagger to him that just screamed, 'I'm the baddest! You mess with me
and I'll fuck you up!' Shawn felt a small twinge in his pants as he noticed
the swagger, but also that the towel was slowly heading south for the
winter. Shawn turned away and said, "You ready to resume our discussion
about Nathan tomorrow?" Anything to make the Brown-haired, blue-eyed god
get distracted. "Whatever." He moved in close to Shawn and put his hand on
Shawn's shoulder, "You want to...?" He let the question hang there. Shawn
was tempted. He knew that him getting Lassiter was probably a dead
end. This was a sure thing. But that damned part of him kept saying, what
about Lassie? How would he feel? And remember that this guy only wants
someone as a plaything when he rolls into town. No long term commitment, no
honesty, and above all no way to share this with anyone, who would believe
you anyway? As Shawn thought about this, Adam draped his arms around Shawn
and leaned in close. This was definitely making thinking... among other
things, very, very HARD... for Shawn. Adam leaned in for the kiss and Shawn
was taken aback. The star's mouth was firm and his jaw moved determinedly,
trying to dominate Shawn. Shawn smelled and tasted a faint hint of Jack
Daniel's on Adam's lips, it was almost nothing compared to how much was
gone from the bottle. Maybe he didn't drink as much as I thought. Shawn
started to move his head away from Adam but was met with Adam's teeth
gently biting the bottom of Shawn's lip. The voice in Shawn's head was
quickly being replaced with a new carnal hunger that Shawn didn't realize
he possessed. As Adam released his lip Shawn was paralyzed from fear,
arousal, and... guilt. How could he cheat on Lassie? Sure, they weren't
together, but still! Shawn moved back from Adam and looked at the man
standing before him. The towel had completely come off and Adam was
standing naked before him. His toned muscles glistening with sweat and
water from his shower. His eyes were unfocused and dark with lust. Shawn
said, "Adam... I don't-" -know what to say? Thought Shawn's reasoning side,
-want to do this? -know you that well? I want someone else? All sounded
completely pathetic. Adam's eyes refocused and he looked at Shawn with
disappointment, "Oh. You don't... go that way huh?" Shawn said, "I need a
couple of minutes. Let me just think for three minutes... exactly... we'll
talk then, okay?" Adam nodded and quickly sat down in a chair, using the
towel to cover his extremities.

	As Shawn shut the bathroom door behind him, he whipped out his cell
phone and dialed Juliet. "Are you alone?" "yes... what's going-?" Shawn
interrupted, "Jules... a bond of secrecy right now. This does not leave our
lips to anyone else, okay?" "As long as it isn't criminal-" "No Jules! He
kissed me!" "Who-?" "Adam! He kissed me and I really liked it! But what the
hell am I supposed to do? He only wants a booty call... no sharing with
anyone, well except you... and you're a secret. But I feel guilty! Like I'm
cheating on Lassiter. *groaning in dismay* Jules! What can I do?" "Where is
he now?" "In the hotel suite... I'm in the bathroom. Said I needed three
minutes to think it over." "*rising inflection* Shawn?" "Yeah Jules?" "You
aren't dating anyone now! And if you liked what you felt... you owe it to
yourself to explore. Lassiter may or may not be what you are looking for,
you deserve to be happy! Don't do anything you don't want to do. Ultimately
Shawn, it's your call. I can't convince you not to feel guilty if you go
through with this... but remember that Lassiter and you are not an item at
the moment. You cannot be bound to a monogamous relationship if you are the
only one in it! Think about this, it is, again, your choice. No matter what
you choose, I will be here tomorrow if you need to talk." She then hung up
the phone.

	Opening the door to the suite slowly, Shawn was still not sure what
to do. He thought about the eventuality of either Lassiter and him being
together, what would this moment mean for them? Or if Lassiter felt that he
didn't reciprocate the feelings Shawn felt coursing through him whenever he
saw Lassiter. Would this moment come up? Would Lassiter care? Would Lassie
think Shawn was just looking for quick sex? Or would Lassiter understand
the confusion, the magnetism, the hunger? Finally Shawn decided to do the
stupidest thing, okay smartest thing, and put the moment on hold. He walked
over to Adam, who was still sitting, head facing the floor, and put his
hands on his shoulder. Adam looked up hopefully, Shawn smiled at him and
said, "Adam... I really like you, a lot. There are two issues, one is that
I have feelings for someone else, who may or may not be interested. I would
like to know before anything happens between *pointing at himself and Adam*
us. Also I want to make sure that this isn't just some excuse for you to
get what you want because I'm the only one here. We can talk, we can kiss,
but for now, let's keep it light until we know each other a little better,
does that sound reasonable?" Adam took a moment and said, "Can I still be
naked?" He was smiling and his hand was on the towel. He stood and moved in
very close to Shawn, so that their lips were centimeters apart. Shawn
remembered what he had done with Juliet in a similar instance, pursing his
lips in a semi-kissing, semi-thinking way, he said, "Hmmmmmm... I don't
know. Restraint doesn't seem to be in your repertoire. Have you ever been
delayed gratification for anything?" Adam leaned in and kissed him, "Not
until now... but you, just like my audience, will get a show."

	Adam moved back from Shawn and made his way to the king sized bed,
beckoning Shawn with a finger. Shawn moved slowly towards him and watched
transfixed as Adam began to rub his right hand up and down the towel along
his groin, which was grinding into his hand. Adam then hooked his thumbs on
the towel and tantalizingly began to lower the towel, stopping just shy of
his member. Shawn stared at the singer, spellbound. Laying back on the bed,
Adam Levine slid the towel off his body, letting the fabric rub against his
member, which had been outlined on the white cloth. Shawn was now feeling
the effects of the tease as his own dick began to throb and swell. As the
towel fell off his hips, the singer moved his hands down to cover his cock,
which was becoming difficult as it had grown to an unmanageable size. Shawn
took another step forward, nearly drooling at the sight of Adam Levine laid
back and rubbing his own cock. What I wouldn't give to... STOP IT! Screamed
Shawn's brain, he's using sex to confuse you! He's played this game before!
Stay strong. Apparently the wrong part of Shawn's body heard the last bit
as Adam languidly jerked his own member. It had continued to grow and grow,
which made Shawn start to make a wet spot in the front of his
pants. Soooo... oh god, Shawn could barely think. As the star began to
speed his motions, Shawn noticed that he had to be nearly ten inches of
solid steel. Shawn knew that with Lassie he would almost always want for
Lassie to take the lead, but with Adam, he wanted to be in charge and
wanted to take that beautiful ass. Seeing Adam in front of him, Shawn
wanted nothing more than to take both 'give and take' as much as he
wanted. But this was just a show, no sex yet, Shawn promised himself. Adam
had began to groan with pleasure and Shawn moved in closer, trying to burn
every detail into his memory. When Shawn was at the edge of the bed, Adam's
eyes opened and he looked directly at Shawn while his hand moved skillfully
up and down his hard shaft. Shawn felt his cock rub hard against his pants,
desperately wanting release. The friction was causing Shawn's cock some
pleasure and some pain, as it strained against the fabric. Shawn could feel
a slight tingling in his stomach as if the orgasm that was being denied was
ready to go off at a moment's notice. Adam's groans and grunts were music
to Shawn's ears and before long Adam said, "I'm getting close Shawn."
Shawn's breath was shallow and quick, he wanted to do anything that would
give the singer added pleasure. Adam paused for a second and his chest
moved up and down in heavy breathing. His neck was red with the flush that
was the orgasm that was building in him. Adam leaned back and began to move
his hand against his cock. Shawn heard Adam's breathing catch with each
thrust of his cock into his hand. Finally Shawn couldn't stand it anymore,
kneeling down in front of Adam he firmly grasped the singer's
member. Adam's hips bucked wildly and he gasped from the strong grip. Shawn
hadn't moved his hand much when Adam gave a long, deep groan,
"Shawwwnnnn... oh god..." The singer cock erupted and sperm flew in every
direction like a fountain. The pressure from his pants and the sight before
him was too much and Shawn felt his own cock swell in his pants. Shawn
quickly shoved his pants down and let his own come land in front of the
bed. He was sure that Adam was still coming down as he put his own dick
back in his pants. But Shawn wanted to have some fun, still holding Adam's
cock, Shawn began to run his hands along the length of the shaft and then
used his fingertips to tease the tip. The singer's reaction was electric,
he sat up and twitched at the touch. Shawn continued to rub the tip,
increasing the area by encircling the tip with his whole hand. Adam body
shook and his cock jerked as the psychic's hand tormented his cock. Adam
finally stuttered, "S-Sh-Shawn... n-n-no m-m-more p-p-p-please." His eyes
were watering and Shawn released the singer's swollen member. "It felt so
good... but so intense." Adam reached for words to describe the
sensation. Shawn smiled and said, "Adam... thanks." "You're thanking me?"
His voice was incredulous and he pointed at his slowly deflating cock, "I'm
pretty sure no one has ever made me come so hard in my life! I can barely
think right now... *his face gets serious* I wanted to say-" "It's fine
Adam." Shawn interrupted, "We can talk about it tomorrow... for now, we
need to get some sleep or we'll never get to the stage in time for your
rehearsal." Adam sighed and smiled at Shawn, "Will you at least sleep in
the bed with me? It's a King-size... we might not even know we're in the
same bed." Shawn smiled and said, "I think it's best if we had separate
arrangements." Shawn stood and made his way to the couch, Adam made a fake
sad face and said, "Spoilsport." Shawn chuckled at Adam and turned off the
light, using the pillow and blanket he had grabbed from the bed as his
bedding. "Shawn?" came Adam's voice from the giant bed. "Yeah Adam?" "Thank
you." Shawn smiled as he fell into a peaceful, dreamless night's sleep.


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MANY A/Notes this time

A/N - Have a netbook now! (netbook=cheap laptop) Hopefully more chapters
coming soon! This definitely counts as two chapters!

    - I hope the comment number wasn't daunting for the last chapter... it
seemed like a good idea at the time. (Whatever) No comment number for this
chapter. I just wanted to see if you guys would be willing to humor
me. (which you did very nicely and quickly too!)

    - 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. (get it?)

    - This chapter did not undergo my usual rigorous methods of
revision/review... so there are probably quite a few errors. I'm too tired
to check (3:00am and I have NO A/C in 100 degree weather) so please be take
that into consideration.

REMINDER:

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 in
future chapters. Oh and if you haven't watched Psych... I'd suggest it. Or
just look up James Roday. *drools*