Rating: M

Pairing: Shassie

This particular piece was inspired by a very sexy picture by FerioWind on deviantArt.
( feriowind .deviantart com/ gallery/? offset=24#/ d4u8wiw take out the spaces!)

Lassiter's icy blues narrowed just half a second before large hands gripped Shawn at the shoulders, all the warning he got before finding himself thrown bodily against the wall in the long hallway to the examination rooms (surprisingly empty for a Friday night). Shawn grinned up at him as one of Lassiter's knees found its way in between his thighs dominantly. It was a veiled threat to a very sensitive area, but of course Shawn wasn't thinking along those lines—not with his bawdy mind and lingering crush on the superior detective.

Oh, sure, he'd tried as hard as he was able to push away those feelings for a guy, another (superbly attractive and respected and powerful and sexy) human that just so happened to have similar anatomy. The trouble was, even when he was with Abigail, even with Jules, Lassiter never really left his mind. Shawn pulled himself out of an inner monologue as the breath was pushed from his lungs when Lassie pulled him forward and slammed him to the wall again.

"Spencer!" Lassiter snapped, feeling his anger increase as he saw the faux psychic's green eyes fairly dancing in amusement. "When the hell are you going to skip town for a bit and give me a break?"

"Aww, Lassie, I kinda like what I have here." Shawn replied with his ever-present (and infuriating, according to Lassiter) grin. "You like it too! Why else would you use any excuse to put me up against walls, I wonder?" He batted his eyes dramatically, somehow managing to keep a smirk inside as Lassiter's lip curled up in disgust. He knew it was for show; there was no way the constant man-handling of him, just him, as in not anyone else, meant nothing. Maybe it was subconscious, but Shawn knew how to read body language. His ever-loyal Lassie touched him a hell of a lot more than anyone else he claimed to dislike.

Then there was the fact of the half-erection that had started digging into his ass when Shawn had decided to plop himself down in Lassie's lap after the impromptu "dance" during the Dazzle and Stretch incident. No wonder he'd so coldly commanded Shawn to get off his lap. He refocused his ever-wandering attention again to the man as those lips he really, really wanted to lick began moving.

"Not even in your dreams, Spencer. I have better taste than to want anything to do with a fraud who mocks the respectable work of the police force."

Is that so, Lassie? Shawn thought confidently. He fisted his hands in the gray lapels of the head detective's suit and jerked him forward.

In retrospect, Lassiter really should've seen that move coming.

His hands braced against the wall on either side of Shawn's head, mid-rant and mouth open, as Shawn pulled him into a lusty, open-mouthed kiss, sliding his tongue across the man's lower lip before slipping it into his gasping mouth. Despite his reckless action, he was mildly surprised when his head was knocked backwards (for the third time) against the wall from the force of Lassiter's returning enthusiasm. He could imagine Lassiter's fingers turning white as he gripped the wall forcefully, even as he trapped Shawn there against it and his unexpectedly muscled body.

Shawn had had no idea the uptight detective was so damn solid. It aroused him almost as much as the aggression and ferocity in Lassiter's possessive kiss.

Lassiter seemed to understand; his knee pressed up gently against Shawn's growing hard-on and he had to wonder how in the nine levels of hell Victoria had left such a sexy man with such kissing ability and teasing skill. The psychic made a soft, pleased noise as he bumped his hips against Lassiter's in a provocative rhythm, grinding on his leg for a maddeningly wonderful friction. Kissing the head detective was unlike anything from his lewd fantasies and raunchy dreams; the lust that seemed to be radiating through his entire body made him weak, prone to any little whim of Lassiter's, even if it was finally shutting him up like he wanted—like forcing Shawn to his knees and shoving his cock down his throat.

Shawn surprised himself by making an eager little whimper at the thought of his mouth being fucked by the obviously large erection Lassiter was sporting, pressed against his side. His imagination slid to the idea of bending over for Lassie—no, he wouldn't bend over. Lassiter would want to see his face as he shoved that giant, throbbing cock into his tight hole and fucked him into an orgasmic oblivion, making him scream his name and come so hard he would—

The sudden loss of sinfully delicious heat and firm, work-toned body sent Shawn's head spinning in a direction that wasn't nearly as pleasant as it had been from the kissing, almost sending him to the floor had he not roughly pinned. His own eyes gazed into Lassiter's dilated and lust-darkened blue. Their chests were rising and falling quickly with the shallow pants, a single strand of saliva still connecting their mouths. He felt a smirk curve his lips at the frustrated expression on Lassiter's face and licked his lower lip teasingly.

"Why don't we continue this—"

"I'm not going to screw you in the middle of the station, Spencer." Lassiter scoffed. He leaned back in, too slowly, and brushed his wet lips against the curve of Shawn's ear. "If you really want it, you'll have to come home with me for lunch in fifteen minutes."

Oh, sweet baby J in a pineapple smoothie, the Carlton Lassiter was inviting the fake psychic Shawn Spencer to his house for a round (or two! his brain shrieked excitedly) of hot, wild sex that would undoubtedly leave Shawn unable to sit for the next few days.

Shawn let out a shaky breath as Lassiter traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. "Oh, God, yes."

Ooooh, slashy Shassie sexy times...! ;D
Thanks to ff. net enforcing their "omfg no explicit sexxeh times!" rule, you will be able to find chapter two on my livejournal within the next week. There's a lot of "real-life" stuff I need to be working on, including making a resume to get my life back on track after beating cancer, so I'll need a little time to type it out and perfect it as much as I can.

Ah, yes, the link to my livejournal is as follows: www. xxspadesace. livejournal .com
I recommend taking out the spaces for the link to work properly. ;)