AN: Whump take two. xD

Lassiter wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol, or if it was indeed the fact he'd have to spend yet another Christmas Eve alone. The morning had been fine. Hell, even the afternoon hadn't been that bad. Maybe it was just coming home to an empty house, cold from the weather and the lack of having someone to share it with. All Lassiter knew was one drink turned into two, and eventually added up to he couldn't even remember how many and he was kneeling on the bathroom floor, torso over the tub, water from the shower head soaking his hair and the back of his shirt as he held the gun to his head. If he shot himself here, there wouldn't be a mess to clean up 'cause who wants to deal with blood and brain matter on Christmas? Besides Woody, that is.

Lassiter didn't hear the front door open. Nor did he hear someone walk down the hallway towards the bathroom. However, he did hear them cry out his name. He stood, spinning around, ready to fire at the trespasser, but when he took a steadying step back as they rushed towards him, his leg smacked the side of the tub and he fell, his head smacking the tiled wall and he could feel the other person's weight on him as they tripped and fell, too.

He awoke to a panicked, familiar voice.

"—ying to give him a present and I've killed him instead! Oooh, Gus is never going to let me forget this."

Lassiter opened his eyes and after a moment, Shawn's face, hovering over his, came into focus. The last time Lassiter can remember Shawn looking so worried is when Gus was held hostage in that bank. And somehow through the alcohol and pain induced haze, Lassiter realized Shawn was worried about him. It also took a moment for Lassiter to realize Shawn was currently straddling his hips and there was a red and green ribbon tied in a bow around Shawn's neck.

Shawn seemed to notice Lassiter was looking at him, and he grabbed his face and kissed him hard. If anyone were to ask . . . Lassiter didn't squeak. Nope. Not at all. "You're alive! That's great. Okay, as much as I would love to shower with you, this isn't the exact scenario I had come up with. For starters, we're both fully dressed. And that wasn't my plan for tonight. So—"

Lassiter cut him off. "What are you doing here?" His voice was slurred. How much did he drink?

Shawn blinked at the blunt question. "Isn't it obvious? No? Oh . . . well . . . ." His hazel eyes traveled over Lassiter's body, calculating. "I was going to say 'Merry Christmas, Lassie. I'm your present, so are you going to unwrap me?' and give you a suggestive eyebrow waggle that Michael Keaton would be proud of, but that's not going to work so well 'cause you're drunk and you hit your head really hard so I'm pretty sure hot gay sex is out of the question for tonight."

Lassiter stared at him while his brain processed all those words. And he finally shut the water off. Because you shouldn't leave the water running, kids.

"What about tomorrow night?"

Shawn stared at Lassiter for a moment. "Yeah, if you're up for it."

Lassiter gave him a thumbs up. "Then let's get me sober and make sure I don't have a concussion."

"Aye-aye, sah!" Shawn said, with a cocky salute. And then he yelped as his hand smacked the wall. Lassiter laughed softly as they managed to stand up and make their way to the bedroom without further injury and some well earned TLC was administered.

And with Shawn sitting on the bed with Lassiter's head in his lap, Christmas Eve didn't seem so bad anymore. Now that he had someone to share it with, that is.

AN: Look! Nobody died~!