A/N: So, this is my first psych fic. it's also my first male/male pairing fic. so.. yeah. I worked SUPER hard on this, it is kind of a NYE fic, but it took WAY longer than i thought it would and it's late... the next chapter won't be as long, this chapter... it's crazy long. I apologize. Without further adieu here, we go!

"Come on Gus, don't be a rotten banana peel!" Shawn exclaimed, "of course we're going to Jules' party!"

"No Shawn, you know I have an important meeting tomorrow." Gus argued.

"But it's New Years Eve! And plus you know how excited Juliet is about this! We've gotta be there!" Shawn had started bouncing up and down and was now poking Gus' arm repeatedly.

Gus sighed; he knew Shawn wasn't going to stop this until he agreed to go.

"Fine, but we're leaving right after midnight." Gus said firmly.

"Of course." Shawn smirked

"And don't even think about doing anything stupid, Shawn." Gus added

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about Gus." Shawn said innocently

Gus just looked at him.

He knew this was a bad idea, he knew Shawn was planning on drinking, which pretty much guaranteed he would do something stupid.

Shawn left the psych office to get ready for the night. He wanted to actually look nice, but look like he wasn't trying too hard, and that look took a long time to accomplish.

It was a New Years party. Jules was clearly going to be there, since she was the one throwing the party. But what excited Shawn even more was that Lassie would be there.

Everyone was more than aware that Shawn had a thing for Juliet; however, very few people knew how he felt about Lassiter.

Of course, he knew nothing would ever come of his feelings for Lassie, but he was just so much fun to flirt with and tease.

He figured tonight would be the perfect opportunity to have a little fun with the tall tightly wound detective. He wondered if Lassie would be drinking. It WAS a New Years party.

He smiled as he thought about the one and only time he had seen the detective… 'wasted' was the word he had used to describe Lassiter's state that night.

"You astound me" he recalled the detectives drunken words.

Tonight would be fun.

Shawn and Gus showed up to Juliet's party around 9:30. There were a decent number of people there. Shawn glanced around trying to see who as there. He quickly spotted Buzz and a woman who Shawn guessed was his wife, he spotted Juliet across the room by a table that seemed to have every alcohol known to man on it. He saw a bunch of other familiar faces from the station and some faces he didn't recognize. There was one person he didn't see.

Lassie wasn't there.

Shawn couldn't hide the disappointment from his face, as his smile went away at the realization.

"What's with you?" Gus asked noticing the sudden deflation in Shawn's attitude.

"Huh?" Shawn snapped back realizing how apparent his change in mood had registered. He quickly became reanimated and brushed off Gus' question.

Maybe Lassie was just coming later. He smiled at the thought.

"Come on! Let's go greet our host." Shawn said to Gus, pulling him towards where Juliet was standing.

"I'm going to go check out the food situation." Gus said pointing at some sort of snack arrangement that was directly across from Juliet.

Shawn rolled his eyes, and then nodded. Walking over to where Juliet was standing.

"Jules!" Shawn exclaimed with a huge smile

Juliet spun around towards him.

"Shawn, Hey." She said smiling instantly when she saw him.

"So, uh, what's the tradition here?" Shawn asked, as Juliet just crinkled her forehead in total confusion. "Isn't the host supposed to kiss all the guests." He smirked raising an eyebrow.

Juliet laughed softly and shook her head.

"Can't say I've ever heard that one Shawn, so no, I haven't kissed any guests." she looked down, shaking her head again.

"Haven't or wouldn't? It's a very important distinction Jules." Shawn gave her his best 'serious' face.

"Haven't," she paused and looked back up to Shawn, "and shouldn't." She tilted her head and gave him a faint smile.

"That's not a wouldn't then?" Shawn smirked. "Good to know."

Juliet rolled her eyes.

"So are you here alone or did you drag Gus with you," she asked.

"I'll have you know Gus insisted I bring him along. And well you know, I couldn't very well leave him alone, he's not completely house trained yet."

Juliet just smiled and shook her head.

"He's around here somewhere," Shawn paused, "Speaking of other halves, where's your partner. Didn't you say he agreed to come tonight?" Shawn looked away, scanning the crowd once again to see if he could see Lassie.

Juliet looked around the room. "He was here," she shrugged, "maybe he left," she continued to look around in an attempt to locate her partner, clearly missing the disappointment that washed over Shawn's face.

Shawn quickly snapped back from the disappointment, and tried his best to look unaffected.

"I'm surprised he even agreed to come in the first place," Shawn chuckled.

"It took a lot of convincing," she sighed, "I can't believe he left," she sounded just as disappointed as Shawn felt. Probably for different reasons, Shawn thought as a grin spread across his face.

"Come on Jules! It's only Lassie! You've still got me! I'm way more fun than grumpy ol' Lassie face!" Shawn said trying to cheer her up.

"Yeah…" she sighed, " I just wanted him to have a little fun."

"Jules," Shawn tilted his head and gave her his best 'really' look. "Fun and Lassie? We all know those two words should never be used together." Shawn laughed.

Juliet just glared at him.

Shawn scanned the alcohol selection on the table that Jules was standing next to.

"What's this?!" Shawn said as he started jumping up and down and he reached for a bottle of liquor.

"Oh yeah." Juliet smiled "I saw that and thought you might enjoy it."

"Pineapple flavored vodka? Jules! You get an A+ for the night," he smiled, as he went to mix himself a drink.

The party was a bit, like a college party. Shawn thought.

Assorted alcohol bottles on a giant table, some red cups, ice, and assorted juices and drink mixes in the fridge.

Shawn laughed to himself at how cute Jules' attempt to throw a part was.

There was some assortment of snacks across the room. Gus was of course, over by the food, shoving what looked like chocolate covered pretzels. There was music playing, some sort of pop hip-hop mix. But despite the college feel to the party everyone looked like they were actually having a good time.

Ah, the wonders of alcohol.

Shawn made himself some concoction of pineapple vodka with some sort of fruit juice that had appealed to him.

He walked over to Gus who was still going through the snacks.

"Dude!" Shawn yelled, "You wanna save some for the rest of us?"

Gus just turned around and glared at Shawn.

"Lassie's not here." Shawn said sadly.

"Good!" Gus said with a mouth full of food. "We both know you have done something stupid."

"Tsk." Shawn looked away from Gus, over exaggerating an eye roll.

"You know I'm right Shawn." Gus pointed some sort of baked good at him.

Shawn couldn't really argue, he knew Gus was right. He did stupid shit when he was drunk. Which was the exact reason why he didn't drink very often. Hey, he could still flirt with Jules, which was one of his favorite things to do.

Shawn and Gus went over and talked to Juliet for a while. Shawn was shamelessly flirting with the cute blonde detective, who appeared to be slightly drunk.

She was laughing a bit more than she usually did. She also kept hitting or touching Shawn when he said anything. Her eyes were a bit glazed over and she was looking at Shawn with obvious lust apparent her eyes.

Gus has gone off to talk to one of Juliet's friends, using his favorite line about Pluto to strike up a conversation with her.

Shawn had even been too busy charming Juliet to notice that Lassiter had, in fact, re-emerged in the room.

Jules was giggling like a giddy schoolgirl at something Shawn had said which might have been marginally funny. Shawn himself was starting to feel buzzed, from the alcohol.

"Jules! Are you drunk?" he gave her a questioning look and poked her arm repeatedly.

"No!" she all but yelled, before breaking out into hysterical laughter. "I don't even feel anything," she tried to look serious, but couldn't hide her smile.

"My senses are telling me," Shawn put his hand up to his head, "that you are a liar liar and that your pants are in fact, on fire."

"Oh stop that!" she said attempting to slap his hand away from his head, accidently hitting him in the face. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she said as she clasped her hands in front of her mouth trying to contain her laughter.

"Do you bludgeon all of your guests or am I just special?" he laughed

She just burst out laughing, no longer able to contain herself.

Shawn looked around the room while Juliet was getting her laughter under control and that's when he saw him, talking to someone from the station, looking miserable.

Lassie.

Shawn's eyes widened. Suddenly he felt his heart start to beat faster and he took a deep breath and finished his drink in a large gulp. He put his empty cup down and told Juliet he'd be right back.

Whoever had been talking to Lassiter had apparently gotten bored and left quickly, leaving him standing alone, looking like the weird kid no one wanted to talk to at the school dance.

Shawn walked towards the angry looking detective. He was holding a glass of some sort.

Where the hell did he get a glass? Shawn thought as he watched Lassiter take a sip of the amber colored beverage in his class, focusing specifically on Lassiter's mouth.

God that glass was lucky.

"Lassie!" Shawn shouted, a huge smile spreading across his face, as he approached the detective.

"Spencer" Lassie grumbled at Shawn.

"We thought you'd left early! We were all very sad," he pouted his lips and looked at the detective.

Lassiter scoffed rolling his eyes at the man standing in front of him, who appeared to be more energized than normal, if that was even possible.

"Come on Lassie face! Lighten up, this IS a party," Shawn put his hand on the detectives shoulder.

Lassiter swatted at Shawn's hand,

"Touch me again, and I will shoot you." Lassiter scowled.

"You're so hot when you're all angry Lassie," Shawn paused and looked away thoughtfully "but hey, I guess that's all the time" Shawn smirked as he looked up at Lassie, before turning on his heels and walking away.

Lassiter just stood there slightly stunned, not so much by what Spencer had said, but the way he said it, and the smirk that followed the words. He shook his head and rubbed his temples.

He needed another drink.

Shawn walked over to Gus was standing.

"Dude, where'd that girl you were talking to go, you kind of look like the creepy guy who stands against the wall at parties and talks to no one." He chuckled.

"I saw you talking to Lassiter Shawn, you need to be careful," Gus said ignoring Shawn's question.

"Oh Relax Gus!" Shawn said hitting Gus in the shoulder, "I didn't say anything I wouldn't normally say to him." Shawn started laughing.

"No Shawn, No, this isn't funny. You know what'll happen if Lassiter finds out."

"No, actually, I don't." Shawn grinned as he leaned in and continued in a whisper, "I'm not actually a psychic Gus." He laughed and looked at Gus who was just glaring at him. Shawn continued, "don't worry buddy! I won't tell if you won't."

Shawn saw Gus' new friend approaching them and decided he would leave the two, this girl appeared to actually be interested in Gus and Shawn didn't want to get in the way of that.

Shawn walked over to get himself something more to drink. He was already feeling the effects of the alcohol, but he wanted to feel more. He wanted to get smashed.

It WAS New Years Eve.

He spotted Lassie sitting down, fairly close to the assortment of alcohol. He saw that Lassiter now had a shot glass in hand and was taking a shot of what Shawn figured was some sort of Whiskey. Judging by the detectives change in posture and facial expression it wasn't his first shot.

He looked more relaxed, and the usual scowl that was on his face was gone.

Shawn grinned and glanced back to where Gus was standing, talking to the leggy red headed girl he had been really hitting it off with all night. Gus looked over toward Lassiter than back at Shawn. He just gave Shawn a look that clearly expressed his disapproval.

He knew Shawn was going to over to Lassiter, and that he'd most likely say something that he'd regret. But Gus figured he would just stay out of it. He knew he couldn't stop Shawn from saying whatever he was planning on saying, and he didn't want to be around to hear what it was.

Shawn smiled and gave Gus a thumbs up before continuing towards the alcohol, and Lassiter.

Shawn poured himself a drink, or rather; he just poured himself some of the pineapple vodka. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lassiter take yet another shot.

This was too tempting. There was no way he could pass this up.

"Lassie!" Shawn yelled gleefully as he approached where Lassie was sitting.

Lassiter just looked at the younger man who was approaching him. He poured himself another shot and quickly downed it.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Slow down Lass! You don't want to miss midnight!" Shawn said taking a giant gulp, of straight up vodka, from his own cup.

"Go away Spencer,"

Lassie didn't sound angry, he sounded kind of… sad?

"Why so glum Lassipuss?" Shawn sat in an empty seat adjacent Lassie's seat. Shawn noticed, as he got closer that Lassie definitely looked depressed.

Well this wasn't fun. He needed to cheer him up… somehow.

It became apparent Lassiter wasn't planning on saying anything.

"Hey! Remember the time you told me that I astounded you?" Shawn smiled and pushed on Lassie's shoulder.

"What did I say about touching me?!" Lassiter snapped.

"Come on! You remember!" Shawn grinned ignoring the detective's angry warning. Shawn took another swig from his cup.

Lassiter just looked at him with a blank look on his face.

"At Tom Blair's Pub!" Shawn continued

"I never said that you astound me Spencer." Lassiter denied, but Shawn caught a small tug at the corners of his mouth, which suggested he did in fact remember that night.

"You do remember!" Shawn's grin turned into quite possibly the biggest smile Lassiter had ever seen on his face.

"Do you listen when people talk Spencer? I clearly stated that I said no such thing."

"Oh come on Lassie! You really can't admit that you complimented me? Shawn's voice deflated "Jeesh, I didn't know you hated me THAT much Lassie." Shawn said disappointedly as he looked down at his drink and quickly chugged down what was left in his cup.

Lassiter noticed that the psychic's demeanor had changed.

Because he thought Lassie hated him? Why would that matter to him? Lassiter wondered.

Lassiter laughed as he looked at Shawn pouting.

He looked cute when he pouted. Lassie thought.

Wait, What? Lassiter didn't think Shawn was cute, where the hell did that come from. He was just pathetic, not cute. Lassie shut the thoughts out of his mind.

"I don't hate you Spencer," Lassiter admitted, "You're probably just the most annoying person I've ever met." he added.

"Aw, Lassie, you're so sweet." Shawn said a warm smile returning to his face.

Shawn was suddenly hit with the effect of the alcohol he had been guzzling. He felt his head go fuzzy and he felt warm all over. He giggled to himself at the realization he was drunk and sitting with Lassie, having a somewhat civilized conversation.

"So… this party huh?" Shawn let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, not really O'Hara's best idea." Lassie nodded.

"Lassie, man, what are you talking about! This is the place to be. This place is just crawling with hotties! I mean of course, there's me," Shawn said motioning towards himself "there's Jules, there's you, there's that girl over there, there's –" Shawn continued babbling, but Lassiter had stopped listening.

Did Spencer just… call him a "hottie?" Lassie thought as he felt his face ignite. Why was he blushing? Damn it, coming here was a mistake. He hated himself for agreeing to come to this dumb party.

Shawn looked at Lassie and stopped what he was saying, noticing the detective was blushing. Shawn raised an eyebrow at the man, and just started giggling.

"What's so funny?" Lassiter snapped at the psychic.

"You! You were totally blushing Lassie-face!" Shawn continued laughing

"I-I was not!" Lassiter stuttered " My face just turns red sometimes when I drink!" Lassiter defended.

Yeah, that sounded like a reasonable explanation. Lassiter thought to himself.

"Whatever you say Lassie." Shawn smirked.

Maybe something with Lassie wasn't impossible after all. Shawn thought as he just stared at the detective.

Lassiter needed to get away; he had talked to Spencer for far longer than he cared to.

Lassiter stood up a little too quickly causing him to lose his balance and fall back, not into his own chair, but into Shawn's lap.

"Oh wow! You sure movie fast detective!" Shawn teased

"Shut up Spencer! I just lost my balance!" his words now sounded slightly slurred. The alcohol had hit him hard when he attempted to stand.

Shawn couldn't believe this. Carlton Lassiter was in his lap. He knew the detective had just stumbled and fallen on him, but hey, this would be fun to tease him about tomorrow.

"Well if that's the case…" Shawn met Lassiter's eyes with his own "Why haven't you moved Carly?" he smirked.

"I-I… I'm just trying to get my bearings so I don't fall back into this god awful position." Lassiter growled, as he made a move to get up.

This time he was successful, much to Shawn's dismay.

"Where ya going Lassie" Shawn yelled to the man who was standing above him.

"Away from you." Lassiter said as he slowly took a few steps back, holding on to a table for stability.

Shawn jumped up from his seat with much more success than Lassie had. Shawn did wobble a bit, before coming to a steady stance. He looked and Lassie and smiled triumphantly.

"Show off." Lassiter said as a slight smile crept across his face.

Shawn just smiled and stared at Lassiter warmly.

"What?" Lassiter asked shrugging his shoulders, looking around. Shawn was just staring at him; it was beginning to creep him out a bit.

Shawn quickly realized he was staring at him, and shook his head.

"What, what?" Shawn tried to play it off like he didn't know what Lassiter was talking about, giving Lassiter and innocent look.

Lassiter just shook his head and looked down, trying to hide a small smile.

What was going on? Why did Shawn's foolishness make him suddenly want to smile, and not want to strangle him like it normally did?

"What time is it anyways?" Shawn asked out loud, more talking to himself than Lassiter, as he looked at his watch. "Oh! It's 11:50! Almost time!" Shawn started jumping up and down and ended up almost falling over.

"Time for what?" Lassiter asked

"Midnight. The New Year. The Big Moment. The reason we're all here."

"Oh yeah, that." Lassiter grumbled.

"You know you're happy that you're spending New Years with me Lassie!" Shawn took a step towards him, tripping over his own feet; he stumbled and slammed his hands into the detective's chest, catching himself from falling. But instead of moving he stayed there, with his hands pressed up against the detective's chest.

"Spencer, what are you doing?" Lassiter just looked down at the man leaning against his chest.

"Wow," Shawn said, still not taking his hands off Lassiter, "much harder than I imagined, kudos Lassie." Shawn said, not really thinking. He finally removed his hands from Lassiter's hard chest.

Lassiter just looked confused, as if he was processing what Shawn had said.

Had Spencer really just said his chest was harder than he had imagined it would be? Spencer had imagined his chest before? No, No, that couldn't have been what he meant. Right? Lassiter thought to himself.

Shawn froze as he realized he had practically just felt up the detective. Shawn had touched him before, and crossed lines, but this was different. He was drunk; he had all but admitted he had thought about Lassiter's body before.

No, there was no way Lassiter would be suspicious, he probably just figured Shawn was teasing him or something. Yeah, that worked.

"You are so…" Lassiter's voice trailed off as if he was searching for the perfect word.

Shawn quickly rebounded from his worry.

"Cute? Adorable? Irresistible? Sexy?" Shawn offered.

"Spastic," Lassiter said sternly.

"Thanks Carly, I think you're special too." Shawn laughed.

Lassiter rolled his eyes.

"Admit it Lassie!" Shawn exclaimed, " You actually like me! I remember the time you got my bike back for me, you wouldn't have done that if you didn't like me." Shawn was fidgeting excitedly with a huge grin.

"I never… I don't know what you're talking about Spencer." Lassiter protested.

"Oh come on, you do to! You're a terrible liar Lassie!"

Lassiter shook his head, and sighed.

"You're alright Spencer."

"Alright? I'd like to think I'm much more than all right. I'd to think I'm quite dashing." Shawn chuckled "I mean, I don't have that whole angry sexy cop think you've have, but I'm pretty cute right?" Shawn titled his head and looked at Lassiter with an expectant grin.

"Yeah." Lassiter smiled and nodded, he didn't realize what he had just agreed to or, he didn't have a chance to think before letting his words come out. He realized what he said and his smile faded.

"Lassie-face!" Shawn exclaimed his already huge smile widened. "Did you just call me cute?"

"No… That's… I… I didn't…" Lassiter stuttered and failed to form any sort of sentence. He quickly pushed past Spencer and stumbled across the room, pushing through the people who were in his way carelessly.

He went through a door and was surprised when he ended up in what appeared to be a bedroom.

Damn it, He thought that was the front door.

He shut the door behind him and walked clumsily towards the bed. He sat down, practically collapsing, on the bed. He took in a deep breath and put his head in his hands and leaned forward.

Why the hell had he agreed with Spencer? Did Spencer really just call him sexy? Why the hell couldn't he form a sentence to explain that he wasn't saying? Why did he run away? Why did he care about ANY of this?

Suddenly the door flew open. Lassiter looked up and saw Spencer standing there with a goofy grin.

"GO AWAY, SPENCER!" Lassiter groaned scrubbing his face with his hands.

Shawn just ignored him and skipped over to Lassiter and grabbed his wrist yanking him towards the door.

"Come on Lassie!" Shawn continued tugging at the detective. "You're going to miss it!" Shawn finally managed to get Lassiter on his feet.

Lassiter ripped his arm from the psychic's grasp and just glared at him.

"It's almost midnight! You can't be in here all alone! Come on!" Shawn said excitedly, reaching his hand out to grab the detective's arm once again.

"Touch my arm and I'll shoot you." Lassiter scowled

TEN! They could both clearly hear everyone starting to countdown in the next room.

NINE!

EIGHT!

Shawn looked around the room

SEVEN!

He looked over at Lassiter, who was just silently staring at him.

SIX!

He smirked as he decided now was the perfect time to do something he had always wanted to do.

FIVE!

He stepped closer to the detective.

FOUR!

He closed the distance between them with a final step.

THREE!

His head was spinning. He knew this was a bad idea, he knew he shouldn't do it. He knew he'd probably regret it and that he'd probably end up dead, but he had WAY too much to drink to care about any of that right now.

TWO!

He looked at Lassiter, who hadn't moved, hadn't spoke, he was just standing there like a statue, staring at Shawn with a look Shawn couldn't quite figure out.

Lassiter had to know where this was going, what Shawn was thinking. Clearly, or at least to Shawn anyways, this meant he had no objections.

ONE!

It was now or never.

Shawn leaned in and his lips crashed against Lassiter's. Shawn pressed hard against the detectives firm, rough lips.

HAPPY NEW YEAR! He heard everyone scream in the next room, as his lips and Lassiter's moved together in perfect harmony.

Much to Shawn's surprise Lassie didn't pull away. No, Lassie was in fact was pressing back.

Holy Shit. Detective Carlton Lassiter was kissing him back.

Shawn tilted his head to the side and parted his lips slightly, deepening the kiss. He felt a hand run through his hair and let out a small moan in to the detectives mouth.

Lassiter snapped out of the daze he had been in and quickly realized what was going on. Suddenly Shawn felt himself being shoved back.

"What the hell Spencer!" Lassiter yelled just staring at the psychic with a look of pure terror.

Shawn opened his mouth to say something but for the first time in his life he was actually speechless.

Lassiter quickly stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

A/N: So? how was it? awful!? I'm sorry! Well anyways please let me know what you think. I also apologize for any errors, I do not have a beta. *any volunteers?!* but please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!