Okay so I'm posting this because it was requested by SpookyClaire who is friggin' geekerific. If you haven't read any of her work then get on it bitch because it's really awesome. Especially 'Only The Curious Have Something To Find'. Speaking of which, Spooky, please update! These shorts have been revised and edited and to anyone from LiveJournal who thinks they sound familiar…they are. That's where I first posted them.

Summary: The title says it all. Just five Shassie shorts, or drabbles if you will. They're based on five of my favorite songs or the at the very least the titles of the songs. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes that lay within are my oopsie. Feel free to criticize the shit out of me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or any of it's characters. This is purely for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of the Shassie fans around me. I am not profiting from this and no copyright infringement is intended. So please, do not sue me for I have no job and not a penny to my name.

-Squeedle

#1 Something In Your Mouth by Nickelback

Carlton Lassiter downed his fourth scotch and sighed heavily. Why did he even agree to come this stupid club with them in the first place. Earlier that night, just after he dropped off the last of his paperwork with Chief Vick, Carlton found a certain pain in his ass sitting on his desk.

"Hey Lassie, since you're finished with all that boring paperwork how about you join me, Jules, and Gus for a little fun?"

Carlton glared at Shawn as he gathered up his things to leave. "How about no Spencer?"

He had just grabbed his keys and was headed towards the exit when Shawn latched onto him whining "Please Carly? Please, please, please, please, please-"

Carlton cringed and shouted "Sweet mother of justice Spencer! If I say yes will you shut that cavernous pie-hole of yours and let go of me?"

Shawn, who had previously clenched his eyes shut, opened them and nodded as he dragged Carlton to where Gus and Jules were waiting.

Carlton sat at the bar of Club Something-Or-Other trying to drown the headache that the all-too loud music was causing him when a loud round of cheers rang from the crowd. Carlton turned to find that the cause of the cheers were, unsurprisingly enough, Shawn and his dance partner. His male dance partner which, again, wasn't very much of a shock seeing as how Spencer had made it his goal to dance with everyone in the club, female and male.

Just as Carlton was about to turn back to yet another scotch he noticed something. Shawn had his thumb in his mouth. The bane of his existence was sucking on his thumb and Carlton, though loath to admit it, found it slightly arousing. A red tint crept up his face and as he downed his fifth scotch he blamed the slight bulge in his pants on the fact that he hadn't been laid in a while. Hell, he'd probably find an overweight, mole-ridden junkie arousing at this point.

Too wrapped up in his mental heterosexual freak out, Carlton paid no mind as someone pulled him out onto the dance floor. Until he felt said someone grinding their ass against his groin that is. He was just about to bitch the person out when he realized that the person was Shawn, still sucking on that damn thumb of his. His eyes traveled down Shawn's body until they came to where Shawn's left thumb was hooked into his jeans pulling them down ever so slightly. Carlton felt hypnotized as he stared at the small patch of exposed skin. The skin wasn't what had him starring though. No, it was the glimpse of the tattoo on Shawn's left hip that had him so mesmerized.

Needless to say, any vocal skills he might have had vanished completely and soon after, he found himself grinding back against the pseudo-psychic.

"That's the spirit Lassie! Though if you keep up the enthusiasm I can't be held responsible for my actions." Shawn shouted over the music, his thumb never once leaving his mouth.

Carlton leaned down pressing his lips against Shawn's ear and just said "Keep that thumb in your mouth and neither can I Spencer."

Okay, so there's the first one. Let me know how you feel about it…or not it's all good. Flamers are excepted. Actually, they're expected. I should be posting the next one in about a day or so because I have to rewrite it all seeing as how I never saved to a disc before my mom wiped out the computer Oh, and this might come out unerlined. If so I'm truely sorry.

Until next time homies,

-Squeedle