Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful characters... just the plot. I just play with them and hope to return them in one piece.
Rating: T just to be very safe.
Warning: subtle slash. Shawn/Lassi
The night following the end of the Panitch case, Carlton Lassiter was relaxing on his couch when a knock came to his door.
He opened the door with some caution – one couldn't be too careful nowadays – to discover Shawn Spencer on the other side. Beyond Spencer, shining in the moonlight, was the damned motorcycle.
Spencer was unusually silent, and Carlton broke the silence. "What is it, Spencer? I'm busy, you know."
Shawn peered around Lassiter and smiled. "Yes, I can see that. America's Funniest Home Videos just won't wait, will it?"
Carlton's fingers itched toward his gun. "What do you want, Spencer?"
In an utterly surprising move, the shorter man leaned up and kissed Lassiter on the mouth. It took all of Carlton's willpower to not react.
Spencer said, "That was for getting my bike back. Thank you."
True to typical Spencer form, he turned and walked away from Lassiter back to the bike. Carlton stood stupidly in his doorway and watched the other man drive away. It wasn't until Shawn rounded a corner and would no longer be able to see Shawn that he touched his mouth in disbelief.
No matter how much he tried, Bob Saget just could not recapture his attention for the rest of the night. It wasn't until three o'clock that Carlton managed to get to sleep.
He needed a new way to relax. Maybe fishing…