Bet Our Favorite Psychic Didn't See This Coming...

Warning: Slashy Sex ahead. If you don't like you'll want to skip that part, though I might try another fanfiction site if that is the case.

Chapter 2:

A week had passed and Gus was due back from his aunts in a couple of days. Shawn’s game with his dad had been damn fun and Shawn was pretty sure his dad thought that if is son wasn’t an outright homosexual than he at least swung both ways. In a last desperate attempt, Henry had resorted to trying to set him up with girls, which had actually been kind of creepy. Scratch that, very creepy. Shawn had taken to hanging out at the police station following Lassiter and Jules around for the most part. Boredom leads to desperate things. Henry’s new job at the precinct only gave Shawn more opportunities to mess with him. Lassiter must have noticed as well, because more than once Shawn caught Lassiter starring at him in a way that Shawn wasn’t able to define besides the fact that it was completely unsettling. Put Mary Lightly to shame in the unsettling department, God rest his soul.

Maybe Lassiter was on to him. Sure Shawn had gotten pretty obvious. At one point he had pressed his body flush up against the detective as he walked past him while his dad was present, apologizing and claiming that he was just trying to get by. That might have worked except for the fact that there had been no one else standing within 5 feet of them. Subtlety had never been Shawn’s strong suit Maybe he was being a little too obvious. Shawn didn’t know if wanted Lassiter to think he was gay. Then again if Carlton Lassiter thought Shawn was gay, and hitting on him, Shawn figured he would have already drawn his gun a time or two and taken shots at his psychic head. The whole make my dad think I’m gay plan was getting a little old anyway so it was probably time to drop the act.

Shawn was presently leaning over Jules shoulder joking about the suspect they just brought in for stealing a steam roller and trying to get away from the cops on it. The feeling of being under watch caused him to look up. Lassiter was leaning up against the wall across the station just staring at him. He didn’t look angry or smug, he was just staring; a lazy, contemplating look on his face as he chewed on a matchstick.

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(Shawn on the phone)

“Gus! Buddy! I can’t believe you totally bailed on me. This the first time you answered your phone all week.”

“Yeah, whatever Shawn.”

“When are you coming back dude. I’ve been so bored. You know I can’t entertain myself.”

“My plane will be in tomorrow afternoon. Are you done messing with your dad?”

“Yeah man I’m sorry. It was just a joke.”

“Jokes are supposed to be funny Shawn.”

“O.K. I’m sorry. I promise never to flirt with my best friend ever again. Are you happy?”

Gus was silent for a moment, obviously uncomfortable. “Whatever Shawn I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight Buddy.”

Shawn hung up the phone. He was currently at the Psych office. It was late and business hours were already over, but he had TIVOed the Rocky Horror Picture Show and had decided to settle in with a bag of microwave popcorn for a movie night. He was just making himself comfortable on the couch when his phone rang. Lassie came up on the caller ID. “Hey Lass! What a surprise!”

“Spencer. If you’re not busy, which I’m sure you aren’t, I have some particulars on a case I’m working on that I thought you might be able to help with.”

“Seriously Lass? Your asking for some ‘psychic’ help?” Shawn about laughed into the receiver. He loved it when the detective had to stoop so low as to ask help from him. He knew calling in the psychic consultant was the last thing that Lassiter wanted to do and it just made the gloating when he solved the case all the more delicious.

“If your not interested…”

“No wait. I’ll be right there, but what kind of case are you working on at…” Shawn checked out the clock, “8:30 at night.”

“You’ll find out when you get here. Just met me at my house in 30.”

“What are we talking about Lass? Minutes? Hours? Days? 30 what? Should I bring pajamas and a toothbrush?” Shawn looked at the phone as the dial tone played in his ear. Huh! Strange that Lassie would just hang up like that? It was stranger still that Lassie would ask for Shawn’s help especially if it involved the psychic detective to be in his home. Whatever. Shawn hadn’t had a real case in over 2 weeks and since it was Lassiter asking Shawn was more interested than usual. Shawn grabbed his jacket and helmet as he headed out the Psych office toward his bike.

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Shawn rolled up in front of Lassies house at exactly 9:00pm. When he knocked on the detectives door Lassie called for him to come on in. The house looked exactly the same as it had the last time he was here, when he was pistol whipped by Drimmer and almost shot. Good times. “Hey Lass. Where are you man?”

“Up here Spencer.”

Shawn headed up the stairs. At the end of hall was an open door and Shawn could see the detectives shadow moving around the room. Maybe it was Lassie’s office? Did the guy ever take a break from catching bad guys? When Shawn entered he was surprised to find it was the detective’s bedroom. If that wasn’t awkward enough Lassiter was wearing only a white wife beater and a pair of low riding dark grey sweatpants. His hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his shoulders.

“Lassie…What’s going on?” Shawn had noticed a partially empty bottle of scotch on the bedside table. Great. The detective did not hold his alcohol well.

“I should ask you the same thing Spencer. What the hell have you been playing at this past week?”

“Well, I spent about three hours playing Halo 3 this afternoon, and three days ago I hit up the arcade for a bit, though DDR isn’t as fun without my usual dance partner?” Shawn was starting to get a bad feeling that had nothing to do with his fake psychic visions. Bad Juju.

“You know what I mean.” Lassiter prowled around his bedroom toward Shawn. Shawn had never felt intimidated by Carlton Lassiter before, but Lassie was not nearly as scarecrow-like as he looked in his suits.

“Dude, you’re kind of freaking me out.”

“I know when someone is trying to seduce me Spencer.”

“Wait, what! Whoa there Lass! You’re drunk man, and insane, and drunk.” Carlton shrugged his shoulders and just continued to stare intensely at Shawn. Yeah, definitely drunk.

“You’ve been throwing yourself at me this whole week. I might have decided to take you up on the offer.”

Shawn started to back up toward the door. “I should go?” but before Shawn could leave Lassiter was shoving him up against the wall and doing quite an expert job of kissing him. Shawn tried to push him away but a drunk Lassiter was pretty damned determined. Carlton pressed closer, his hands settling on the waist of Shawn’s pants and slowly sliding up, pushing his T-shirt up as he went. Shawn tried to stop those wandering hands but with little effect. The rough slide of the detective’s palms moved up over the muscles of his stomach, past his ribs, to settle firmly over his chest; his thumbs making small, hot, circles on his nipples. Shawn felt the beginnings of something hot and tight curl within him.

‘Not good. This is so not good.’ Shawn pulled his mouth away from the detectives though those same lips moving to work on his neck were completely distracting. “Lassie stop! It’s me Shawn, number one psychic detective and complete pain in your ass. And you know…a guy! You don’t want to do this.” Lassiter’s head bent down and blocked Shawn view of what he was doing to his chest. The warm, wet swipe of a tongue over his nipple quickly clued him in.

“Stop!”

Lassiter straightened, his blue eyes looking down into Shawn’s green, wary ones. “Why would I do that Spencer? You’ve practically been gagging for it all week. I’m tired of your damned teasing.” Shawn felt a shudder rake through his insides under the detective’s stare. Lassiter was always pretty intense but Shawn had never had that intensity so singularly directed at him before, at least never in such a lusty manner. He could not deal with Lassiter at this level.

Carlton’s head quickly moved in for another deep kiss, his tongue moving past Shawn’s lips before the psychic had a chance to shut his mouth against the invasion. The detective tasted like scotch and something that Shawn would have to guess was completely Carlton. The detective’s tongue swept repeatedly over his own, going deep into his mouth before licking over is teeth. Barely breaking apart long enough to draw in much needed air. Rough fingers continued to play against Shawn sensitive nipples, pulling them into hard peaks before thumbs swirled gently over them once again.

At the sudden absence the detective’s mouth against his own, Shawn’s eyes flew open. When the hell had he closed his eyes? Before he could say a word the dark fabric of his T-shirt was roughly pulled over his head. This was Shawn’s chance. If he didn’t want to have his ass plowed by the surprisingly horny Head Detective, than he was going to have to make a break for it. Shawn pushed away from the wall bent on making a quick dash out the door to his motorcycle waiting outside, devising plans to torment Lassiter for this evening assault for years to come, but a strong grip on his shoulders stopped his mad dash toward the exit and he quickly found himself manhandle back into the room. Straight toward the bed. Shawn bounced slightly as he was pushed down onto the soft surface of the mattress; green eyes widening in alarm to see the Head Detective crawling toward him.

Shawn shimmed backward as Carlton made a quick grab for his hands, forcefully bringing them back toward the headboard. Their bodies now lay flush up against one another and it felt…not that bad. It was definitely starting to feel like sex and Shawn liked sex. Liked the thought of sex and especially liked sex when it was happening to him. He could forget for the moment that it was with a man and that the man happened to be Carlton Lassiter. Actually, the former was a little harder to ignore with the weight of the detective’s arousal pressing against his thigh. But if it weren’t for these two facts, Shawn would be completely on board.

The hard length of the detective’s body pressing against his own was distracting in a way that was completely disconcerting to the psychic. He liked long hair, sweet scents, soft curves… he really like what Lassiter’s mouth was doing right now. The warm, scotch scented breath moved across the sensitive skin of his neck as the detective’s tongue licked at the base of his ear punctuated with a gentle nip of his teeth now and again. With a soft groan, Shawn couldn’t resist the upward thrust of his hips as Lassiter started to rock his erections against the quickly forming bulge in the psychic’s pants. This didn’t feel too bad. Actually, it felt pretty damn good. A soft, metallic, click caused the psychic to stop his some-what reluctant participation in the nights activities. His whole body froze at the cold, bite of handcuffs pressing into his wrists, eyes flying up to where Lassiter had handcuffed him to the headboard. He pulled uselessly at his wrists, now looking at the detective like he was bat-shit crazy. ‘What the hell?!’

“Come on Lassie! I always knew you were a perverted bastard, but handcuffs? Be a little more original, I really expected better of you. I’m so disappoint…” Shawn’s mouth snapped shut at the look the detective directed at him; the act for self-preservation for once ruling over his mouth.

“Shut up Spencer.” Then with the speed and efficiency that was the pride of the Santa Barbra Police, Lassiter proceeded to divest our favorite psychic of his jeans and underwear, shoes and socks already having made their way into the discarded clothing pile. Standing up from the bed, blue eyes clashed with green right before they disappeared beneath white fabric of Carlton’s wife beater as it was pulled over the detective’s head. Shawn got nice full look at the detective’s well formed chest lightly covered with dark hair that narrowed into a thin trail disappearing below the waist line of his sweatpants. Shawn has little time to wonder at where that trail ended, for the sweatpants were quickly sliding down the detective’s legs and joining the same path as the rest of their clothing.

Shawn felt his face burn in embarrassment. He never felt embarrassed. It came with having an extra large serving of (mostly unfounded) self-confidence, but this… well… this just took him way outside his comfort zone. The bed dipped under Lassiter’s weight as he settled himself between Shawn legs. Tensing as his leg was lifted from the bed in a firm grasp, Shawn attempted to pull away from the detective, but a kiss placed on the inside of his ankle caused him to pause. That kiss was followed by another, a long lick of his tongue drew a path up to the psychic’s knee. Shawn shuttered as the sensitive skin on the back of his knee was kissed softly then sucked sharply. “Ungh!” He was starting to pant. ‘Who knew Lassiter was so good at this?’ This kisses and licks kept moving further up the psychic’s leg. When the detective reached the inner section of Shawn’s thighs, the kisses turned into light nips of his teeth soothed by a little flick of the tongue.

Shawn was practically squirming now. Lassiter was just teasing him. He was almost fully hard. He wanted his hands free so he could rub his dick. He wanted Lassie to stop with the foreplay and get on with it. He could not believe he was considering going along with this. Was he actually going to let Carlton Lassiter fuck him in the ass?

The swipe of a hot tongue across the head of his dick caused all trains of thought to stop in his head. “Aaaaa! Yes!” His head fell back against the mattress as that first lick was proceeded by the even hotter cavern of the detective’s mouth moving down his erection.

Shawn didn’t resist as he was guided to his knees. He was fully erect and aching now. He could hear Lassiter rummaging in the bedside table before continuing his attentions on Shawn’s member. The slick, lube covered palm moving up and down over his cock felt fantastic. It was the slick fingers ghosting over his asshole that gave him pause. He was totally rethinking this. Handjobs, great! Blowjobs, even better! Buttsex? Well, that wasn’t on Shawn’s list of good ideas. Especially if it was his butt getting sexed.

“Hey Lassie, I think we should stop here.” He turned his head trying to look at the detective over his shoulder. “How about plan B. I jerk you off, you jerk me off, then we call it a night. Sound good?”

“Don’t be such a baby Spencer.” Lassiter grunted just before sliding a cool, slick finger into Shawn’s ass.

Shawn grunted at the strange sensation. It didn’t hurt it just felt... weird. Lassiter massaged the tight ring of muscles until the started to loosen. The addition of a second finger was the same strange sensation, but no real discomfort, and as Lassiter started scissoring his two fingers together the weird feeling started to become pleasurable. The hand still moving over his dick, not enough to get him off but enough to keep him erect, and the fingers moving inside him were working together to bring him closer to release. The third finger sliding in ruined everything. Shawn grunted. The third finger hurt. He tried to move his hips to the side hoping to evade the invading digits, but the slow movement sliding in and out of him quickly eased any pain. The pleasure those fingers were starting to evoke were sending shivers up his spine. It was at that moment that those same fingers brushed against something inside him that caused him to choke.

“Holy crap! That felt… mmmmm!!” Shawn thrust back, trying to repeat that same sensation. He realized that must have been his prostate, just never thought it would feel like that. Once again those fingers pressed against that spot. Shawn groaned deeply.

Lassiter froze behind him. ‘What the hell? Why is he stopping?’ Shawn thought, breathing heavily. The bed rocked as Lassiter leaned over to retrieve another item from the bedside table. This time Shawn recognized the familiar tearing sound of a condom wrapper. Just like Carlton Lassiter to always play it safe. A few moments later the detective was back. Strong hands gripped Shawn on hips pulling the psychic back till his arms were stretched out above him, forcing his face toward the mattress. It wasn’t that comfortable a position and Shawn was sure his shoulders would start to ache after a little while, but right now he was too turned on to care.

The blunt head of the detectives cock at his entrance dampened some of his arousal. Shawn tried not to tense as Lassiter started to press into him, but damn it. He thought three fingers hurt? He felt burning stretch of the ring of muscles past there limit. He was sure something was going to rip. He had never had a very large threshold for pain. “Ow…ow! Stop Lassie. Stop!” He tried to pull away, but with his arms stretched above his head he couldn’t get enough leverage. “Get off me! Gaaghhh!!!!!

Lassiter’s hands tightened their hold on Shawn’s hips before pressing the rest of his length into to the psychic. It took all his resolve not to immediately start thrusting and give Shawn time to adjust. “It is far too late to stop now. Just relax Spencer.” His voice was tight. He groaned as the muscles surrounding him clenched. His hands started rubbing soothing circles into Shawn’s lower back. He better adjust quickly.

Shawn tried to focus on forcing his muscles to relax. Lassiter’s hands massaging his back helped. When one of those hands move over his abs to resume stoking his cock, well he certainly wasn’t complaining about that. Actually, the pain was already gone. It felt weird. He felt stretched and full, but it didn’t hurt. He wondered if women felt the same way. He decided not to dwell on that considering he was playing the “woman” in this particular act.

When Lassiter started to move again Shawn waited for more pain to come but there was none. The detective’s thrusts were slow at first, but when he felt no resistance from his bed partner he started to pick up the pace.

Shawn panted heavily as the detectives hips rocked into him. The hard length of his cock rubbing against his inner walls felt incredible. A particularly deep thrust pressed up against Shawn’s prostate causing him to see stars. “Oh God! Right There Lassiter!”

Lassiter’s pace got even rougher after that. He tried damn hard to hit that spot every time. Shawn was a loud lover, no surprise there. He would shout, curse, and moan obscenely every time Lassiter’s dick rubbed up against his prostate. It was utterly lewd and so incredibly sexy.

The sounds coming form the detective were hot. He was growling and grunting as he moved over Shawn, hands gripping his hips in a bruising force. When one of those hands moved over his straining erection, Shawn knew it wouldn’t be long. The erratic thrusting of Lassiter’s hips told him he was close too. Everything seemed to narrow down to that moment. The sights, the sounds, the smells, everything. The heavy sounds of their breathing filling the space around them, pounding in their ears. The wet sounds of Lassiter’s dick sliding inside of him; the rhythmic banging of the headboard against the wall that he hadn’t noticed until that moment. Handcuffs that were still biting into the flesh of his wrists were no longer cool, but the metal had been warmed by his body temp, the light reflecting of their silver surface. He could smell sex, and sweat, and the smell of the laundry soap that Lassiter used. He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his back as his body tightened preparing for release. It was so intense. He felt a scream bubbling up in his throat, at the last second Shawn bit down on the sheet beneath him, releasing his gut wrenching groan into the mattress as Lassiter’s hand milked ever last bit of cum from his cock. A crude pillow biter reference flashed through Shawn’s mind, but he let it pass on account that he was currently riding the waves of bliss that only came after great sex.

A few more thrusts and Lassiter was coming as well. The detective’s shout of completion was the last thing heard before the house once again settled into quiet.

TBC


AN: I just spent hours trying to get this chapter done. I want to post at least 1 chapter a week. This sex scene was hard to write and I am not very satisfied with it. That might be because I have been looking at it for hours and really need to step away from it. Thank you all who are reading this. I hope you like the new chapter.