Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 02:37:22 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych Chapter 8

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.

(Author's note = A/N )

A/N - People have asked about my stories... I have written a total of five
on Nifty, the list is as follows (Oldest to newest)

- Chuck -The First story I ever wrote... more sex than plot

- Merlin -My second story that took a back seat to Psych... still has time
for a revival. Equal story to sex ratio

- Psych -My Third and tied for favorite/most popular story... equal parts
plot, romance/sex, and humor (hopefully it is humorous)

- O'Leary & Button -One chapter only, celebrity sex (not considered to me
as a story) with no plot...  none

- The Avengers -My fourth story tied for favorite and most popular with
Psych... Plot with only a little romance so far... I am sure there will be
more to come - Captain America/Steve Rogers & Agent Phillip Coulson

IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTES BELOW PLEASE BE SURE TO READ THEM. THANKS! - Mike XD

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Last time on Psych....

	Lassiter walked out of the building in a haze. Nothing felt right.
The world kept tilting making him unable to walk well. He was sure it was
partly from the toxic smoke... but also a part of him was breaking because
he was about to lose someone he had just discovered. The cable Gus had tied
around the speaker snapped and the door swung shut as Lassiter, Adam, and
Gus heard a yell of pain from the inside. Shawn. Lassiter sat down on the
Blueberry and stared at nothing as the buildings upper floors lit and
eventually caved in... crushing Lassiter's hope, heart and the man Lassiter
had come to love.


IMPORTANT AUTHOR NOTES BELOW PLEASE BE SURE TO READ THEM. THANKS!
- Mike XD

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	INTERLUDE -

	Lassiter pulled Gus and Adam to the Blueberry and had Gus race to
the front of the building, firetrucks had began to arrive on the
scene. Juliet was cuffing the two men and looked at Lassiter. "Where's
Shawn?" She said hesitantly. Lassiter couldn't say anything but shook his
head and looked away. Juliet let out a gasp and said "H-h-he'll be okay,
Carlton." Lassiter told the trucks to go around back and to try to save
Shawn, who was the only person left in the building. Juliet ran over to
Lassiter and pulled him in for a hug. "He told you." She said and began to
cry into the Head Detective's chest. Lassiter looked at Juliet and said
with some surprise, "You knew?" "Yes... we talked a while ago and now..."
She couldn't finish the sentence and Carlton felt like a knife had just
been slammed into him. Spencer cared for me for a while and I didn't know?
His heart hurt and he kept his expression stoney and neutral. Not because
he felt nothing but because he would fall apart if he let any emotion out.

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	Shawn felt the heat build in the room quickly. He saw that the
speaker was completely surrounded by flames and he moved quickly to pick up
the door he had take off it's hinges. He placed it back into it's hinges
and waited a moment. Then he heard the sound, smiling as he searched the
room quickly. He found a fire extinguisher in a glass case in a dark corner
of the room, throughout the building Shawn heard the roar and crackle of
wood splintering. He also heard a soft whine that was quickly rising in
pitch. Shawn hoped he was right about his instinct. The sound rose in
octave until Shawn had to put his hands over his ears to not be deafened or
driven mad by the shrill piercing shriek. He heard pop and quickly moved to
the corner furthest from the door but on the same side of the room. He
began to wonder if he was going to - *BLAM* The sound of a large crack and
explosion followed by the door being blown off it's hinges made Shawn's
heart stutter. He quickly lowered his hands and grabbed the Fire
extinguisher and made for the door.

	The speaker had exploded, the heat causing the center of the
speakers, where volitaile materials were housed, to excite and explode,
much like a battery exposed to too much heat. Shawn saw tht the speaker had
split nearly in two and the top half had been thrown against the exit. This
made Shawn's heart drop, he could leave the room but his exit was now
blocked. He climbed over the speaker quickly, burning his hands against the
hot materials and turned to the fire. The brilliant light from the licking
flames made his eyes ache and burn, he had only just regained his ability
to see and was not enjoying the high intensity of the light cast by the
flames. Shawn ran for the easy exit but was met with strong resistance. He
pounded against the "pull" door... maybe Lassie can help me get this open!
Shawn thought desperately. He screamed "LASSIE! GUS! ADAM!" He pounded the
door and then used the extinguisher to get more force. The result was that
the door shook with force but still would not budge. Shawn felt the heat of
the flames lick against him and he screamed in pain as his hand brushed
against hot metal. He turned and leveled the fire extinguisher at the
flames and sprayed the base, making the flame retreat several yards with a
short blast. Shawn took a step back and placed his weight on his right
foot. Shifting his weight in a full circle, left foot, lift the right, lean
forward, just as his dad had taught him, Shawn slammed his foot into the
door three inches to the left of the lock. The door shook and flung
open. Just as Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the building begin
to fall. He raced out of the building and kept running, not sure how far
the building and debris might fall. He made to the edge of the concrete
where the roof ended over his head when he saw and felt small chucks fall
on his head and shoulders. OW! Shawn stopped to rub his head which was
throbbing from the hard pieces of, essentially stone.

	That stop, Shawn would learn later, was a mistake. Seconds after he
stopped a large piece of roof fell. It struck the Psychic, okay... fake
psychic on the head. Shawn, who had began to move forward, fell, rolling
away from the building, unconscious. The firetrucks rounded the corner and
saw the man lying on the earth and the door to the building open, and the
large piece of stone, covered in blood, next to the man. They quickly
grabbed the man and put him on the truck speeding towards the
entrance. They met an ambulance and handed Shawn over to the drivers saying
what had happened and that the man, Shawn, had lost a lot of blood, needed
oxygen to counteract the smoke and needed to be taken to the emergency
room... NOW! The ambulance exited via a side road and turned on it's
lights, racing for the hospital, calling in about the unconscious man they
were bringing back for emergency treatment.

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	Lassiter was leaning against his car for support as Juliet O'Hara
walked towards him. She had just loaded the two criminals into the back of
a squad car. Her eyes were misty as she gently put her arms around
Lassiter's. Lassiter would have normally flinched and moved away but, right
now, he wanted human contact. "We can have a service tomorrow." Juliet's
voice was just above a whisper and Carlton felt the emotions in her voice,
making it quiver. Carlton opened his mouth to speak but his throat was dry
and no sound would come out. Instead, Lassiter just nodded his head. Gus
made his way to the two detectives and said, "Mr. Levine left his statement
with two officers. Shawn had found out that Maroon 5's manager was
smuggling drugs into the country whenever the band had one night tours in
foreign countries. Apparently they were about to call you and Lassiter when
the manager came to the hotel, which he had bugged, and took them. You know
the rest." He sounded tired and upset. Lassiter couldn't blame him, it had
been unbearable seeing Shawn so helpless. Lassiter cleared his throat and
said, "I'll call Henry and..." His voice broke. "Uh... why not let me do
that Detective Lassiter. I think it should be someone he knows." Carlton
gave a nod and turned to climb into his car. Juliet followed him and said,
"Carlton, are you going to be okay to drive?" Lassiter said, "Yes,
O'Hara. I'll see you at the fun- tomorrow." He couldn't quite get the word
out. Gus offered Juliet a ride and she accepted. Carlton then drove off.

	Lassiter felt like he was on autopilot and didn't realize until he
had stopped, that he had pulled up to the Psych office. He felt like he
wasn't in control of his own body. He got out of the car and walked to the
door, expecting it to be unlocked. It was. He walked inside and saw that
the office had undergone some extensive cleaning. Dirty laundry no longer
littered the floors and the office smelled clean. Lassiter made his way
through the office and sat down at Shawn's desk. He looked at the bare
desk. It had a picture of Shawn, Gus, Lassiter, Juliet, and the Chief from
an office party from around Christmas. Lassiter had a little too much
scotch and was actually smiling in the picture. Shawn was looking over at
Lassiter with a genuine smile that Carlton hadn't noticed before. He cared
about me for a while... and I never knew. The words ran endlessly through
his mind. Lassiter opened some drawers in Shawn's desk and found some red
vines and a pen that belonged to him. Why did Shawn take his pen? He
thought about it and decided to ask O'Hara tomorrow. Lassiter found one
drawer locked and managed to open it with a key taped to the bottom of the
desk. Inside were a few photos of Shawn and Gus, Shawn and Juliet and an
envelope. Lassiter opened the envelope and found pictures of Shawn with
Lassiter. Only one of the pictures had Carlton smiling, and that was
because Shawn was being escorted out of the police presinct by McNabb.
There was one picture with Carlton holding Shawn against a wall. He studied
the picture for a moment and saw that Shawn was staring at Lassiter with an
intense look. Was it lust? Carlton thought so. It looks like Shawn wants to
kiss me, no wonder he wanted to keep this. Lassiter thought. Just as
Lassiter was about to close the drawer he found a small letter taped to the
roof of the drawer. He removed it and saw it said, "To Lassie." Carlton was
taken aback and opened the letter slowly.

	"Dear Lassie, or should I say Carlton,

	If you are reading this letter, then I am probably no longer with
you, or you searched my office for some other reason... if that is the
case, please stop reading now and wait until I am killed by some wild
marmosets or get eaten by rabid bunnies, whichever comes first. First of
all, if I am indeed no longer amongst the living, know that no psychic on
the planet will be able to contact me from beyond the grave, they lie, all
of them... even me. Second, if I didn't tell you while I was with you, I
want you to know something. I am not sure when I realized this but I needed
and wanted to let you know that I, Shawn Spencer, love you. I love your
beautiful, icy blues and those slightly big ears. That sexy swagger and
nice ass. I love the crap out of you Lassie! This isn't some lame... last
ditch effort to make a joke Lassie. I truly care about you and if I didn't
know how great you are at your job, I'd ask you to quit and stay with me,
so that you would be safe. But that is 1. Totally selfish, 2. Not who you
are, you're a cop through and through, and 3. The only person you put above
yourself is... well everyone else. Oh Lassie, I wish we could have been
together in the real world but apparently one of us couldn't seem to
express what we meant to the other. The reason I never told you was because
of your potential reaction of disgust or anger. I can deal with a lot
Lassie, but you rejecting me for who I really am, that would have hurt
worse than being trapped in a building and being burned alive. Anyway
Lassie, now that you know my secret, I hope that you can at least treat me
with some dignity at the funeral. (Whenever that happens) Please be
careful... even though I am no longer with you, know that your friendship
meant the world to me and that, I would still care if you were taken from
the world before your time.

I love you Carlton Lassiter, with all my heart,
Shawn Spencer"

	Lassiter belt the tears hit the lapels of his jacket. Shawn,
thought the detective heartbrokenly, you've managed to break my heart
again. The head detective set the note down and looked at another photo of
himself and the pseudo-psychic. The younger man had a huge smile on his
face and had his hand around the detective's waist. Lassiter looked at
himself, he was smiling in the photo. The one time we both were happy about
the outcome of a case, he thought. Lassiter sunk down into Shawn's chair
and put his head in his hands. He was barely holding it together and hoped
that no one would come by the office and see him crying.

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	The funeral for Shawn was at noon, "When Shawn usually began to
work in the office" Gus joked. Gus stood at the podium to deliver Shawn's
eulogy. Lassiter, who stood off to the side, couldn't cry. It wasn't in his
nature. But that did not stop his heart from breaking and his jaw from
tightening at the reading of Shawn's eulogy. Gus had trouble reading the
paper through misty eyes and shaky voice. Juliet hadn't stopped crying
since she had been told about Shawn's death. Henry, like Lassiter, wore a
stoney expression that gave away nothing... but when Gus gave Shawn's
eulogy, Lassiter saw the man brush away tears. Lassiter couldn't even look
at a photo of Shawn anymore and had resigned himself to a week off of work
so that he could clear his mind. That week he had spent in his house,
crying as he held his only pictures of Shawn. Lassiter felt broken and
couldn't seem to fix himself.

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	The hospital had taken their John Doe out of the emergency wing and
into the overnight area. The man was in and out of consciousness and could
not seem to formulate words. None of the staff knew him and no one had come
to take him home. The staff had asked around town to no avail. They finally
decided to try looking for the man online but had no luck. With no
identification, the nurses began to take shifts bathing and feeding the
man. The female nurses seemed particularly fond of the man but until he
regained steady consciousness, no one could help him find his family.

	Three weeks later, the man had stablized and had hours of
wakefullness. He did not seem to remember who he was. The doctor had come
in and told him that it was retrograde amnesia. The doctor said that the
man, who the nurses called "hazel-eyes." may never regain his memory. "But
Doctor Shield, how did I get here in the first place?" The man asked,
looking at the doctor's ID for his name. "You were brought in by an
ambulance after there had been a fire downtown." Hazel-eyes looked
perplexed. "I don't remember a fire..." His voice was troubled. He stared
at the doctor's hands and saw the faint image of a wedding ring. "When did
your wife finalize the divorce?" The doctor stared at the patient and said,
"Monday... how did you...?" The man shrugged and said, "Can you tell the
nurses not to try and show off their... *clears throat* assets. I am not
sure *thinks hard for a minute* but I think I'm taken." The two men heard
an audible groan from the hallway as a nurse, who apparently had been
listening, walked away yelling to the station, "He's taken girls!" The
doctor smiled and turned to leave. "Wait! Doctor... can you contact my
family for me?" The man looked at him and said, "We have no ID for you. Do
you know who your parents are?" Hazel-eyes looked sad and shook his
head. No one wanted to come get me? I must not be a very good person.

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	Lassiter woke to a stinging pain in his shoulder. The room in which
he was situated was white and he recognized it as a hospital. He saw a
doctor come into the room. "Hello, I'm doctor Shield. I managed to get the
bullet from your shoulder but the damage to the nerves was substantial and
I want you to stay in the hospital for a few days while we run some tests
on the extent of the damage." Lassiter rolled his eyes, at least I'm
covered by my medical insurance. "Ok, doctor." "Oh... you have a visitor, a
detective O'Hara?" Carlton sighed and said, "Send her in." O'Hara walked
into the room quickly and said, "CARLTON! How could you get yourself shot!
If McNabb hadn't been near your position..." Her voice trailed off. The man
had been distracted the last week at work. Not that I can blame him,
thought O'Hara. It had been hard knowing Shawn wouldn't be coming into the
station and causing ruckus or helping the department solve cases. O'Hara
thought to the incident at hand. Carlton had responded to a distress call
from a local grocery store. Some kids had decided to rob the store and had
fired shots. Lassiter had gone in guns blazing, which was his first
mistake. He disarmed all but one of the robbers and had them in cuffs. The
last one had snuck up on him and shot him in the left shoulder. Lassiter
had returned the shot and had blown the gun out of the last assailant's
hand. After cuffing the last man Lassiter felt his vision swim and saw that
he had lost a lot of blood and was in considerable pain. McNabb had arrived
first and called an ambulance for Lassiter who passed out in the taller
man's arms.

	O'Hara stared at the head detective, he had been slightly cavaleer
with his life in the last few cases they had completed, barely managing to
diffuse the situation before it deteriorated into a shootout. The chief had
noticed and called O'Hara in her office. "He's risking his life out there
unnecessarily!" Both women had said at the same time. Chief Vick sighed and
had tried the office psychologist but had reached a dead end. Calling for
the ex-Mrs. Spencer, Shawn's mother, had yielded a successful but extremely
sad results. She had discovered the detective's feelings for her son and
how the younger man had met his end. She had difficulty listening, knowing
it was about her son, but managed to get through the whole session without
crying. She then informed the chief that the detective had lost someone
very close and was having difficulty letting go because of unexpressed
feelings. The chief had asked for the best course of action, Lassiter had
taken a week off but seemed no better. Mrs. Spencer said that the head
detective needed to find a way to say goodbye to the person themselves.

	O'Hara said, "Lassiter, I know you miss Shawn, but I'm sure he
didn't want you to risk your life like this just because you miss him." She
placed her hand gently on Lassiter's right shoulder and gave him a hug. She
left the room and said, "Carlton, I'll be back with some lunch. Call me if
you need anything, okay?" Lassiter nodded and the junior detective
left. What felt like seconds later, thank you pain medication, Adam Levine
walked into the room. "Mr. Levine, I thought you would have left Santa
Barbara by now." His voice was flat and slightly curt. "Detective
Lassiter... we need to talk about Shawn." Carlton felt his heart twist
angrily. "No, WE don't!" Adam sat down in the chair next to the bed. "He
loved you..." The singer said softly. Carlton stopped and stared at
Adam. "W-What?" "He said he loved you... he never wanted to hurt you and,
even though neither of you were in a relationship. He still wanted to wait
for you, however long it took. Even if it meant... *voice breaking* he
would never have you." The singer choked and a few stray tears fell down
his face. Lassiter's heart went out to the man, he understood that Adam had
feelings for Shawn and had never gotten the chance truly know the man, as
Carlton had. "Adam... I'm sure Shawn knew how you felt about him. He has an
annoying way of knowing things like that." Adam laughed and said,
"Yeah... I know. I just wish he hadn't been taken away from you... or me."
Lassiter grunted. "I know that he was going to choose you over me," Adam
said, "I just wish I could have known him a little better. I don't get many
true friends on the road. He qualifies." Lassiter chuckled, "Yeah... he had
that annoying habit too. He could make anyone be his friend... Make anyone
fall in love with him." Adam nodded. "I know it still hurts. Hell, it hurts
for me too, but I'm sure Shawn wouldn't want you endangering yourself like
this Detective." Lassiter swallowed hard and then nodded. His eyes welled
and he turned away from the singer. Adam noticed and said, "Hey, it's okay,
Carlton." Lassiter looked at him and said nothing. The two men shared the
moment of missing Shawn together.

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	Hazel-eyes had taken to walking around the hospital a couple of
times a day as part of his physical therapy. The doctor hadn't insisted but
the nurses had. He felt their eyes following his movement in the thin
hospital nightgown. He flushed as he felt the robe split at the back and
the nurses stared at his naked ass. He then heard a nurse say in a hushed
tone, "GUUUURRRLLL... I could look at that ALL day!" Hazel-eyes twisted his
head and saw the nurses quickly look off in different directions. He
continued down the hall, the nurses had been gossiping about a detective
who had been brought in after being shot. Hazel-eyes wasn't sure why, but
the name "Lassiter" had stuck in his brain and he wanted to see the man
before he left. He walked down the hallway and looked in the window of room
204, where the detective was being held. He saw another man who looked like
a rock star talking to him. Just as Hazel-eyes started to move away the
detective looked over the other man's shoulder at the door's window. He
quickly hid from view but heard the man shout something. He stood frozen in
fear. Was I a wanted man? Maybe he's trying to capture me. Hazel tried to
move but couldn't. He heard the door swing open and he stared intently. The
detective walked out quickly, he was attached to an IV drip and screamed
out the open door, "SHAWN!! WAIT!!!" Hazel-eyes who had managed to move to
an open doorway hid from view. He called me "Shawn" is that who I am?
"SHAWN! *another voice cuts in*... NO! I SAW HIM DAMMNIT! SHAWN PLEASE COME
BACK!" Hazel-eyes poked his head around the corner, the man was desperately
looking down the opposite end of the hallway. He said please... and he
looks concerned. Okay, so I'm not a fugitive, now what? Hazel-eyes moved
from behind the doorway and said, "Ummm... are you talking to me?"

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	Lassiter couldn't believe his eyes. "Shawn." His voice was
quivering and he slowly moved to the shorter man. Adam had come into the
hallway and when he had made eye contact with Shawn, he turned white. Shawn
stared at the two men blankly and said, "Ummm... are you talking to me?"
Lassiter felt himself go pale as he realized. "What's your name, sir?"
Adam, gasped in realization. "Ummmm.... I don't know. I have retrograde
amnesia. No identification. Three weeks ago I was in a fire downtown-" His
words were cut off as the two men ran at him and hugged him. The men were
crying and hugging him tightly. I guess they're my family Shawn thought.

	Shawn felt lost still... he couldn't seem to remember either of the
two men. They had re-introduced themselves to him as Detective Carlton
Lassiter and Adam Levine, front singer for Maroon 5. Shawn smiled at them
and said, "Nice to meet you both! I'm who again?" They talked with him for
an hour, moving to Lassiter's room when the detective began to pale from
the pain of the bullet wound. He wouldn't have said anything but Shawn
noticed immediately. Lassiter called Juliet O'Hara, Gus, Henry Spencer and
chief Vick immediately and told them to come to the Hospital now! Juliet
arrived first and screamed loudly when she saw Shawn. She then ran into his
arms and hugged him. When Gus arrived he sounded annoyed, "What the hell do
you want-? OH MY GOD!!!! SHAWN!?" Gus burst into tears and ran over to
Shawn. "Chocolate bears give the best hugs." Shawn said instinctively, he
then stared at Lassiter. "Why did I say that?" Lassiter shrugged and Gus
said, "You know that's right." Lassiter told Juliet and Gus about Shawn's
memory and they looked at Shawn. "He doesn't remember us?" Shawn shook his
head, "I'm right here! and no I don't." "But you just said..." said Gus. "I
know. I just said it out of reflex." Henry arrived next he stopped in the
hallway and sniffed. He then burst in the room and said, "Where's Shawn?"
Shawn looked at him and said, "That's my dad?" Everyone nodded and Shawn
walked over and hugged him. Henry returned the hug awkwardly. "Yeah... this
feels familiar." Said Shawn. Finally chief Vick showed up and was bowled
over by the psychic's appearance among the living. "Mr. Spencer I-" She was
at a loss for words.

	After a few hours of talking, Shawn had regained a few memories,
nothing substanial though. He remembered the pineapple upside-down cake he
had tried to cook, Lassiter's nicknames and the first time he met
Juliet. The doctor had come in and said that visiting hours were over and
that everyone, excluding Shawn and Lassiter, who were still recovering, had
to leave. Shawn stayed with Lassiter and when everyone had left Shawn said,
"So, Lassie... *his voice was a little tight* what was our, uh,
professional relationship like?" Lassiter looked at him and said, "You
drove me crazy and I yelled at you... frequently threatening large amounts
of violence." Shawn cleared his throat. "I, ahem, see. What about outside
of work?" Shaw had begun to feel familiar emotions and desires surfacing
when he talked with the detective. Lassiter had managed to shield his true
feelings through the day, leaving Shawn unable to read the man. Lassiter
blushed and cleared his throat as well. "Well, when we found out that the
feelings were, uh, mutual between us, you were trapped in a burning
building. I thought you were going to die." Shawn looked at the detective
blankly, "Oh. *moving closer* BUT, the feelings were mutual, right?"
Lassiter gulped and said, "Uh... yes. *Shawn puts his hand on the
detectives opposite, and good shoulder* Ummm... Spencer, what do you think
you're -" He was cut off by Shawn's lips. Lassiter leaned towards the other
man, crushing their lips together tightly. Shawn's tongue moved in and
Lassiter opened his mouth. After a minute, Shawn pulled away, gasping and
panting. Lassiter saw spots as his brain fought to regain oxygen. His lips
were tingling, whether from oxygen deprevation, the circulation being cut
off by Shawn's lips, or the fact that it was Shawn, Lassiter didn't
care. He just wanted to do it again.

	The two men continued kissing until Shawn leaped up on the bed,
which groaned under the weight of the two men. "Shawn-" He was cut off by
the psychic's lips again. Shawn kneeled over the detective's waist,
grinding into his groin. Lassiter moaned as the younger man's ass rubbed
against his cock. Lassiter felt his cock come to life and strain against
the fabric of his dress pants. "Oh Shawn." Shawn moved down the detectives
chest, kissing his neck and throat. When he reached the detective's nipples
he sucked and licked each one, making them stick up straight. Lassiter was
growling low in his throat and pulled the psychic in for a kiss. His other
hand grabbed the psychic's front and pulled up his robe. Shawn hissed as
the detective's hands wrapped around his cock. Shawn moved away quickly and
unzipped and unbuttoned the detective's pants. Shawn then pulled opened
Lassiter's boxers and began to suck Carlton's steadily growing cock. Shawn
gagged a few times, making Carlton's cock throb. Finally, Shawn moved back
up and slowly began to lower himself onto the detective's cock. Shawn
winced as Lassiter's cock entered the first, tight ring of
muscles. Lassiter stopped him, seeing the wince. "Slowly Shawn... don't
hurt yourself." Shawn just grunted and said, "I won't break Lassieface." He
then dropped himself the rest of the way and Lassiter felt himself almost
reach the point of no return. Lassiter gasped and said, "Hold on a minute
Shawn or I'm gonna..." Shawn smiled and the two waited, kissing one another
as they got comfortable. Finally Shawn began to raise and lower himself
onto Carlton's throbbing cock. Both men were on cloud nine. As Shawn moved,
Carlton pulled him in and kissed him, rubbing his hands all over, wanting
to memorize everything about Shawn. Shawn placed his hands on the bed,
trying to get leverage to move up higher and drop himself more. Carlton's
cock was stabbing into Shawn's prostate, which was making the psychic see
stars and each time he dropped himself he let out a series of sounds
punctuated with the rubbing of his prostate, "oh FUCK... that's so fuckng
GOOD. Oh GOD. again! Right THERE Lassie. Oh CARLTON... I love you!" The
last words made Shawn look at Lassiter in panic. Carlton didn't stop but
just stared into Shawn's eyes, "I love you too Shawn." The detective's
hands found their way to Shawn's erection and he began to jerk and twist
Shawn as the pace increased. Shawn could hardly breathe, he moved up and
down more quickly and said, "So close Carlton... I can't..." He looked like
he was about to pass out from the build. Shawn moved his hands to try and
stop Lassiter's movements. Lassiter smacked his hands away and then leaned
up to kiss Shawn on the lips. Shawn let out a whimper and then a long low
groan as he reached the point of no return. Lassiter realized how much he
was affecting Shawn and felt his own orgasm take over. As Shawn gasped,
"Lassie!" Carlton let out a long low predatory growl. Shawn shot cum all
over himself, Carlton, and the bed. Lassiter tried to pull out but Shawn
held him in, tightening his ass muscles around the detective. Carlton shot
into Shawn's ass and continued to jerk the psychic's cock. Shawn's eyes
glazed over as his orgasm hit and he quickly winced in pain as his cock
became very sensitive. Lassiter, seeing this, released his hold only to
have Shawn grab his own cock again and yank roughly, "F-feels, s-s-s-so
good." He said. Lassiter smiled at him. A brief moment of silence passes
between the two men as Shawn turns his head and stares at the room
expectantly. "We're not even at your place Lassie, just what kind of a guy
do you think I am?" Lassiter stares at him blankly and said hesitantly,
"You remember where I live?" Shawn looked surprised and said, "Oh my god!
My memory is back!"


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Mike XD


A/N - Weeeellll... how about that?? If you have been a loyal reader for the
last... *sighs* Shit!... Eight Chapters and many thousands of words later.
I am not sure... but I BELIEVE that this chapter will be the end of the
Psych Story. If you have not commented yet and would like to my email is at
the top of the page. I enjoy comments and always try to respond. That being
said, you are more than Welcome to try and convince me to continue the
series, but I guarantee nothing. I have greatly enjoyed writing this series
and hope that my other works are as well received in the future. For those
who have commented, you have been great and I have enjoyed every one of
your emails! You all gave me the enthusiasm to keep writing even during
rough times and positive feedback to better my writing and I appreciate it!