A/N: This little drabble came about late at night when I couldn't sleep, which explains why Carlton can't sleep. :P First fic, please be gentle. :)
Disclaimer: Any characters you see here are the property of their creators, and I can only wish I made them up.
Sweet Dreams
Carlton lay in bed, unable to sleep. He looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand that shone back at him bright red numbers.
2:09 AM.
He sighed. Seriously, he shouldn't be awake like this, especially when he had to get up for work in a few hours. But he couldn't help it. His mind was running rampant, and it was all because of one person.
Shawn Spencer.
'How did that even happen?' Lassiter asked himself as he turned over in bed. 'I mean, one minute we were talking, and the next minute…' His thoughts trailed off as he shook his head. He didn't even really want to think about what had transpired between Shawn and himself at the police station earlier, but the memory just wouldn't fade.
And the truth was, he didn't really want it to fade either.
Just the thought of Shawn's lips on his was enough to make him smile slightly in the dark. Only seconds later, however, he frowned. He did like the thought of kissing Shawn… but would that be enough to make it happen again?
He closed his eyes and tried to clear his head, but it seemed that the harder he tried, the more the memory replayed itself in his mind. 'I guess one more time won't hurt me,' Carlton thought as the ghost of a smile again crossed his face.
*
The way Shawn found Carlton's mouth was a bit unnerving, almost as if he had explored that particular space of territory before. Only a second ago, Lassiter had been lecturing Shawn on 'proper personal space etiquette' after he'd found Shawn at his desk yet again, and as soon as the words had come out of his mouth, they seemed to fly out the window as soon as the psychic's lips touched his.
They were in a deserted hallway in the police station, which was far enough away from the bullpen and the chief's office to get away with something, but not too far as to not be discovered at a moment's notice. Carlton immediately wondered how he'd gotten himself into this predicament, but pushed the thought away when he felt hands grabbing the front of his suit jacket and pulling him closer. He pushed his body up against Shawn's and placed his palms flat against the wall, pinning the younger man's body in the space.
After another few moments of kissing, Shawn broke the contact. As Lassiter stared down at him, wondering what just happened, he could see the slightest hint of a smirk cross Shawn's face as he removed Lassy's arm from the wall. Though he still felt a bit fuzzy, Carlton was trying to regain his composure, and just managed to glare down at Shawn as if nothing had just happened.
"May I ask what is so funny, Mr. Spencer?" Lassiter asked, clearing his throat. There was that smirk again.
"For a minute there, I could've sworn you liked me Lassy." There was a small chuckle, and suddenly, Spencer was gone.
Carlton blinked and turned with his back to the wall and leaned until he felt something solid. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes.
This was going to be an interesting week.
*
As soon as Carlton felt himself start to drift, he relaxed and took a deep breath in. He turned to his side and grabbed the pillow next to him and held it close to his body, snuggling into it. The last thought he had before he fell into unconsciousness was one of Shawn.
'I guess I do like him a little bit.'
*
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