A fluffy little one piece featuring Shawn and Lassie. I don't own Psych, Nintendo, or the Mario games (Damn). Unless you count owning most of the consoles starting at the Super Nintendo. Don't sue.

Carlton sighed, covering up the sweet little piece of joy he had just felt. "I guess it's your turn then."

Shawn grinned. "You beat the level! Now you get to watch me dominate the next one..." As he spoke he used extravagant hand motions, causing Carlton to dodge his head to the side so he wouldn't lose an eye.

They were at Shawn's wierd laundromat apartment, sitting on his bed and playing a Mario game on an ancient Gameboy. Carlton was sitting with his back against the wall, and Shawn on his lap. Well, in all fairness, Shawn wasn't completely on his lap. Shawn's back was against the wall intersecting with the one Carlton sat against, and was sitting on Carlton's lap. They had started off at level one, world one, and were currently halfway through world three. They were switching off whenever the other died, and Shawn was playing for longer so far. Carlton was starting to get the hang of it though, and was feeling good about beating a level without Shawn's help.

Shawn was staring at the tiny screen intently now, and let out a whoop after Carlton heard a rapid tune start playing.

"You got the star?" he asked.

"Oh yes. That wierd brown thing never saw me coming," Shawn confirmed in a serious tone.

Carlton smiled, and slid his left arm around Shawn's waist. Shawn leaned closer without looking up, humming the happy sounding music.

"Got it!" Shawn said triumphantly, looking at the screen. "Your turn," he grinned, holding the Gameboy towards Carlton.

Carlton didn't say anything, just put his other hand on Shawn's, leaned closer, and kissed him. He felt him kissing back for a second, when Shawn suddenly pulled away.

"What's wrong?" Carlton asked, worried.

Shawn frowned. "We're never gonna finish the game at this rate!"

And they didn't.