Written in response to a prompt at psychkinkmeme over on LJ that said "Shawn dressed as a Responsible Adult (bonus points for suit and tie) and/or Lassie as Casual Slacker.


Lassiter sprawled comfortably in the driver's seat, relaxed and ready for a potentially long wait, and peered intently at Shawn over the rims of his sunglasses. "Now, you remember the plan, right? Because, so help me, if you mess this up-"

"I got it, Lassie. I'm not exactly escaping from Alcatraz here." Shawn squirmed in his seat and tugged on his ridiculously expensive tie. You would think that a suit that cost more than a year's rent at his first apartment would have been a little more comfortable, but no, it was like wearing a straight jacket. A straight jacket made of dark, worsted wool with a raw silk noose. Shawn fidgeted and made a face at Lassie. "How do you wear one of these every day?"

"It's just what grown ups do, Spencer," Lassiter said as he reached across and swatted Shawn's hands away, jerking the tie's knot back into place. "Don't forget that you're supposed to be playing one right now. I know it's a stretch, but I need to you to at least try to pretend that you have a maturity level higher than a twelve-year-old's. Think you can pull that off, or should we throw the towel in now?"

Shawn eyed Lassie's torn jeans and old, worn t-shirt enviously. "Is it too late for us to switch places? After all, you're the one who's good with ties. And I'd love to get into your pants."

Lassiter rolled his eyes. "You're the one who threw a fit about wanting to be involved. Maybe if your 'psychic visions' were a little clearer, you would have know what you were volunteering for before you committed to doing this. Besides, they know what I look like. If I went in there, I might as well go in dressed in full uniform with a neon sign flashing the word 'cop' over my head."

Shawn perked up and stopped twisting his cuff links. "Do you still have your old uniform? Not for now, obviously, but it could be fun later."

"Focus," Lassiter snapped, glaring more at Shawn's tie than at him as he fastened a tie pin to it. "Now remember, the camera's in the pin. All you have to do is go in the store and record the exchange. The instant the money changes hands, get out of there. Understand?"

Shawn grumbled something about hating ties and dress slacks and uncomfortable, shiny shoes that Lassiter took as a yes.

Lassiter smoothed the front of Shawn's jacket and adjusted his tie one more time before grabbing him by the back of the neck and yanking him in for a hard, brief kiss. "You pull this off, and I'll show you exactly how good I can be with a tie later tonight."

Shawn grinned as he pulled away and climbed out of the car, barely glancing at the ritzy cigar shop down the block as he started backing up toward it. "Promise?"


Second part, which will bump the rating up to M, will be up in the next day or two.

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