Date: Sun, 20 Jan 2013 02:20:14 -0500
From: Mike XD <uberjedi12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Psych Chapter 9

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 - 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

Last A/N - Fake police codes/paperwork titles, humor me... yes I know it's
a short chapter. You want more? You'll have to tell me. (I'm not psychic)

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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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	Shawn was on cloud nine, he had finally regained his memory, which
in turn led to Psych getting a fat paycheck from both the FBI for breaking
up a longstanding drug ring and Maroon 5 had given both Gus and Shawn
special tickets, back stage passes, and an enormous payment for "services
rendered." Shawn and Adam had discussed their future and had come to a
mutual decision... okay so I decided, thought Shawn, whatever. The two men
said that if Shawn were ever single, Adam would be first in line to ask the
psychic out on a date. Shawn said, "I will ALWAYS let you pay for dinner
Adam." Adam laughed and gave Shawn a hug, "You are definitely my best
friend Shawn. I cannot thank you enough... for *emphasis* everything."
Shawn blushed and said, "You know... all in a days work. Except weekends, I
have slept through an entire weekend once."

	Lassiter had been extremely attentive to Shawn ever since they had
returned from the hospital. Lassiter had asked Shawn to move into his
apartment with him, "So that I can keep an eye on you." Shawn had leapt
into the detective's arms saying in a condescending tone, "Oh Lassie. If
you INSIST. But isn't it a little soon?" "What, more than a couple a years
is too fast? What are you a glacier?" Lassiter then let go of Shawn who
tumbled to the floor of the Police station. "OUCH! Lassie, did you just
crack a joke... what is the world coming to?" Shawn stood up and walked
into the chief's office.

	"Chief I have two things to say: One is that we never received a
check from the station for our work in the Maroon 5 case, and the other
thing is that... *taken aback* there is a squirrel in your office." Chief
vick sighed and looked at the top of the bookshelf where the squirrel was
resting peacefully. "Yes Mr. Spencer, there is a squirrel in my office. It
climbed in through the window. The check will be here tomorrow. Now, what
was the other thing you wanted to mention?" Her voice was somewhat
agitated. Shawn mentally rubbed his hands together, we can finally get that
ski system for the office. It was really just a machine to practice skiing
but... oh yeah, thought Shawn, the other thing. "Your head detective just
assaulted me!" Chief Vick leveled a hard glare at him and said nothing. She
then turned back to her computer. Shawn got up and left the office, walking
to Jule's desk.

	Juliet O'Hara talked with Shawn while she filled out forms to
process the two men that they had arrested on the scene. O'Hara looked
tired and Shawn said, "Jules, you look like you could get some sleep. I can
finish filing the paperwork for you. Go home and get some rest." Juliet
raised an eyebrow, "Really? You?" "Yeah... my dad was a cop once too. Fill
out form Z340 and 1013.1B... *rolling his eyes in exasperation* Geez,
Jules!" Juliet looked at Shawn for a moment and then got up. She told the
Chief she was heading home and the Chief agreed, especially after hearing
that Juliet worked two double shifts in a row the last two nights. Shawn
had just finished with the paperwork when he saw Gus walk into the police
station. "Gus! What's up?" Gus looked at him and said with a shrug, "I got
a text from the chief. She wants to see us in her office ASAP. It's a
private mission." At the last statement, Gus raised an eyebrow
suggestively. Shawn said, "Jackal mode?" "You know that's right." As Shawn
walked over to the chief's office and Gus... jackaled over to the door,
Shawn saw Lassiter track them with his eyes and he quickly walked over and
enter the office behind Shawn. The Chief said, "Detective Lassiter, this
was supposed to be a case for just Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster-" "That's
okay Chief." Said Shawn. The chief stared at Shawn as if he was growing
another head but sighed and continued. "As you know, Mr. Spencer, when you
stopped the drug deal at the MGSquared building, we arrested the two
perpetrators. *Shawn nodded* But unfortunately they were waiting on someone
else. Because the meeting was stopped we arrested to major
criminals. However the syndicate, which the manager said he would tell us
about, needs to be taken down, preferably from the inside. Can you help us
with this case Mr. Spencer?" Shawn nodded and turned to Gus, "Whaddya say
Gus? Want to go take down a major drug ring?" Gus said indignantly and
firmly, "NO!" Shawn sighed, "Don't be a nearly empty tube of toothpaste,
Gus. A drug RING? It's like taking your job and marrying it." "No it isn't,
Shawn. It's like taking hardened criminals and having them kill each other
over money. Then on top of that they sell dangerous drugs to the public to
turn a buck!" Shawn shrugged. "I've-" Gus interrupted, "DO NOT say 'I've
heard it both ways.' or else I will slap you face clean off of your face!"

	Chief Vick interrupted the two of them, "Actually Mr. Guster,
because of A) the nature of the case, B) Your other job, C) The probability
that Shawn has dragged you into too many questionable circumstances, and D)
The fact that Detective Lassiter is here, I can let you stay here for the
duration of the assignment." Gus gave a smug smirk at Shawn. Shawn rolled
his eyes and said, "Okay, chief what's the assignment? Parachuting over the
Mexican border? Giving me a gang outfit *with a hispanic accent* so I can
get een with a gang, yo'?" The chief looked at Shawn like he was crazy
again. "Actually, Mr. Spencer, the job calls for an escort." "Like a limo
driver?" Gus chimes in, "That's a chauffeur, Shawn." "Noooo, that's a
microwave dinner!" Gus shook his head, "No that's 'Stouffers.'" "Isn't that
on top of the oven?" "That's a stovetop Shawn." "ENOUGH!" Said Karen
Vick. "Mr. Spencer, in this situation, the San Fransisco police department
has teamed up with the Santabarbra PD to take down the whole drug ring. We
believe, from information from our two informants, that the drug ring is
centered from an 'escort service' in San Fransisco."

	Shawn looked at Gus with raised eyebrows as if to say, 'and you
didn't want to take this case.' "Wait... Chief if it's an escort service,
why not ask Juliet? Considering she is the only genetic female in our group
of merry... uh... people." Gus facepalmed. Lassiter was looking at the
ceiling, trying not to meet the psychic's eyes. "Mr. Spencer, it's
*emphatically* San Fransisco..." "So?" "We believe the company is involved
in the... 'alternative' type of escort services." Shawn said, "Oh." He then
looked at Lassiter and waited for his eye contact. Carlton could almost
hear Shawn's voice saying, 'Did you tell her?' Lassiter quickly shook his
head and coughed. Shawn turned back to the chief and said, "What do I have
to do?" The chief smiled at him and began to lay out a plan to integrate
Shawn as an escort and infiltrate the ring of smugglers.

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	"What is it this time Shawn?" The voice of Henry Spencer was
aggrivated and demanding. Shawn brushed by his father as the door was
opened. "The police want me to pose as a male escort!" Henry snorted and
began laughing. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Shawn shouted. "What do you want me to
say Shawn?" "Well you know I worked in the adult entertainment industry, so
it's not so far out of my field of experience." "Shawn, you worked at an
adult bookstore for three days and were fired because you kept ruining the
endings of the stories... not that there was much to ruin." "I-" "... and
wasn't your 'quote/unquote' 'dream job' being paid for sex?" "Well yes,
but..." "Where's the downside kid?" "It's an escort service in San
Fransisco... DAD. It's a MALE escort service for MALES in San Fransisco."
Henry just kept laughing. Shawn glared at him and said nothing.

	When Henry had finished he said, "So instead of sleeping with
Lassiter for free, you'll get paid now? *mockingly* That's HORRIBLE Shawn!
How dare they make you suffer so much!"

	Shawn felt his jaw drop to the floor, what did he just say, thought
Shawn to himself. "WHAT did you just say!?" Henry rolled his eyes, "OH
please, Shawn! Like I can't tell! I knew you had a hidden frog in your room
before you had even brought him into the house. You think I wouldn't notice
the looks you and Detective Lassiter kept passing one another in the
hospital? I'm not stupid Shawn." Shawn couldn't believe this. His own
father... WOULDN'T EVEN LET SHAWN COME OUT TO HIM HIMSELF! "You're a
bastard! You didn't even let me tell you." "I'm sorry Shawn. I'll try to be
a more oblivious parent the next time around. Plus, when EXACTLY were you
going to tell me? Honestly now Shawn..." Shawn shrugged, "Maybe a month or
so..." Maybe never, thought Shawn. He had always worried about how his dad
would respond to the fact that Shawn preferred men over women. He had never
broached the subject but... Shawn thought about it. His dad had mentioned
it a few times, talking about an ex-partner on the force who preferred the
company of other men. Henry had said how great of a cop he was, and how it
didn't matter to him. Thinking this the next words out of Henry's mouth
were, "I doesn't matter to me Shawn." "No... but it matters to ME!" Shawn
turned on his heel and jumped on his motorcycle driving off to find someone
who would sympathize with him on this case.