A/N: Hello good people! Welcome! If you're reading my other Psych story, don't worry, I'm still working on it. But this just kind of popped into my head, and having multiple stories going at once is the best way to stop writer's block before it starts (talk to your doctor!), so I'll be working on them both.
Here, we begin when Shawn and Gus chase Despereaux on skis in "Extradition British Columbia." Be warned, this story will contain sex, violence, cursing, maybe spoilers, and little to no editing on my part. Be sure to tell me what you think, reviews make me write faster! It's been proven by science. I own nothing Psych-related. Thanks for reading!
When you're an international art thief, concealing your identity is something in which you take great pride. So, when you're locking your boots into your skis, just about to head down the slopes, and someone calls your name… well, you take notice. You check that they're not pointing a weapon or a badge at you (they aren't) and then you take off down the hill as fast as your ten-thousand dollar skis will go. Which is very fast, so you allow yourself a smug smile as you zip past pine trees and snowdrifts.
When that someone actually chases you, yelling and flailing down the mountain in a manner that can only be described as inept, your smile turns into laughter, and you dodge into the trees. There is no way these two idiots will be able to follow you through such an advanced path.
Pierre Despereaux chuckled and shook his head as he wove expertly through the trees. Sunlight flashed on blonde hair coming loose from his cap. What on earth had that been about? He would have to figure out who those two were, probably change hotels just to be sure… but they clearly didn't pose any real threat.
Movement near the edge of the tree line caught his eye, and he squinted through his goggles. Someone was… standing in the path? Just where the trees ended and the hill sloped gently down toward the lodge and parking lot. There was definitely someone there. He swerved away as the figure suddenly stepped right in front of him, but he was going too fast and he slammed into the person hard enough to knock them both down. In a tangle of limbs and skis they rolled down the hill, spraying sparkling snow into the air.
"Aagh… oh, god… my spleen…" Finally, they tumbled to a stop. The kid was muttering and wriggling, but they were very much intertwined, and Pierre had made sure he was on top when they stopped rolling. He was no longer amused, and needed to find out exactly how much these two knew and how they knew it. Interrupting my leisure. How impolite.
The kid squirmed beneath him, but Pierre put a hand on his shoulder, pinning him on his back. With his other hand, he ripped the goggles from the kid's face, and flung them away.
"Ow, hey!" the kid whined, bringing a gloved hand up to shield his eyes from the sun. "Man, I just bought those. Well, Gus did. But I like them!" He tried to pull away again, still chattering, as Pierre looked him over.
No one he recognized, which meant little danger. Big, sparkling hazel eyes, short auburn hair, and a grin that lit up his whole face when he turned it on Pierre, saying in a singsong, "I know who you are."
Pierre stared grimly back, resisting the infectious smile. Hm. Wasn't expecting him to be so… pretty. He looked around. The other kid was struggling toward them, having apparently taken the long way down. He was shouting. Any moment, someone was going to come investigate the noise, and that was really more attention than Pierre felt comfortable with, especially this close to a job.
The kid was still trying to get away, squirming, thrusting his hips upward, one leg coming up to press against Pierre's groin. He sighed. Much as he would have liked to pursue this, it was time to go. He leaned in so his mouth brushed the kid's ear, and whispered "You don't know anything. You haven't seen anything. I'll be watching you." By the time he was finished, the kid had gone absolutely still and was staring at him with flushed cheeks and parted lips. It seemed he hadn't been the only one enjoying the situation a little too much. With a last, soft chuckle, he rose and slipped into the trees.
As he darted between shadows, he heard faintly, "Shawn! Are you all right? Who was that guy?"
"I take back what I said earlier. Abigail would be totally justified in being jealous of that dude."
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Gus was worried. He didn't think they should pursue Despereaux without backup. Shawn knew this because that night, when they finally got to their hotel room, Gus said, "I'm worried, Shawn. I know you want to go charging off to follow some clue you picked up from the way his pants were wrinkled or something, but we shouldn't pursue Despereaux without backup."
During the walk to the hotel, all Shawn could think about was the mountainside. Despereaux had first caught his eye because he was attractive, in a ten-years-older-than-Shawn sort of way. It was only as he looked closer that he realized he'd seen those brooding eyebrows and dimples somewhere before. Then, they were tumbling through the snow, and the art thief was lying on top of him, pressing his hips into the ground, menace in his blue eyes.
His voice – soft, with a posh British accent, but containing enough gravel to make it intriguing. His warm breath on Shawn's neck, lips brushing his ear as he whispered… was it a threat? "I'll be watching you."
I'll be watching you. A shiver made of equal parts fear and lust ran down Shawn's spine.
"Shawn! Are you listening to me?" Right. Gus. His friend was sitting on his bed, absently flicking through the channels on their TV, but clearly watching Shawn.
"Totally, buddy. But, listen, no – just hear me out. Think how mad Lassie will be when we catch him! All on our own!"
Gus stopped even pretending to watch TV. "When we catch him? Shawn, he is dangerous! And a criminal mastermind!"
"And he looks sexy on skis."
"We will never catch –wait, what?"
Shawn turned away, picking up Gus's suitcase and throwing it on the bed. He opened it and began rifling through it, deliberately scrambling the neatly folded contents.
"Oh, no. Shawn. Please don't do this. Not now." Gus got up and walked over, ignoring the blatant violation of order that was happening in front of him. Not good, that meant he wasn't going to be distracted easily.
"Do what?" asked Shawn innocently. "Gus, where is your bubble bath? I think after the day I just had, I deserve some relaxation!"
"Stop changing the subject! You know exactly what. You are going to try and seduce Despereaux."
"Seduce? Really, buddy? I think that implies the use of fainting couches and maybe corsets or something. Shouldn't–"
"Shawn! I know that look! Listen, Despereaux's not just going to beat you up a little and then run off. He will actually kill you. And maybe me."
Giving up on the suitcase, Shawn threw his hands in the air. "Despereaux's not going to kill me! Or beat me up, and I don't know why you dwell on that so much. It's only happened a few times." He was unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips, as a plan began to coalesce in his mind.
Gus folded his arms. "A few times? You remember that biker last year? Erik, or something? And the fireman? And, um, what's-his-face, with the exotic animal preserve?"
"Ok, that last guy may have been a bad idea. How was I supposed to know he wanted the lions to be part of our relationship? Anyway, I don't see how any of this is related. Despereaux is an art thief, not a fireman with daddy issues," he continued, as he went to the bathroom to inspect the shower. "I'm sure he'll be a total gentleman. Ooh! Gus! Tiny hotel soap. Score!"
Gus spluttered, his disbelief getting the better of him. As Shawn came back into the main room, Gus was putting things back in his suitcase, shaking his head and muttering to himself. He'd already changed into pajamas, the ones with little bulldogs all over them. Sensing that any further conversation would only aggravate his friend more, Shawn went to the window and looked out over the glittering city.
I'll be watching you…
Another shiver ran up his spine. Somewhere in that web of light, Despereaux was waiting. With a smile of anticipation on his face, Shawn flopped down on his bed, and absently rubbed a hand over the day's worth of stubble on his chin. He could never tell Gus this, but the danger was part of the reason he was attracted to these guys. It wasn't like he didn't see the twitch in their hands, the hardness in their eyes, that said they could explode into violence at any moment. It wasn't like he missed the million signs saying they were broken, and wanted to break him.
I don't know how I'd ever be able to make Gus understand. Even after years of friendship, there were some things Shawn still felt unable to voice. Gus was, at his core, rational and calm. There was no way to explain the elation of dancing on the edge of a cliff to him. No way to explain that sometimes no matter how much mayhem he caused, no matter how many new things he tried, he got so restless he couldn't breathe. Anyone could jump off a building if there was already a noose tight around their neck.
They didn't talk about Despereaux again; Shawn was too busy planning, and Gus was clearly hoping Shawn would forget about it. There was very little on TV, so they settled on a wrestling marathon, and watched the brightly-lit, spandex-clad drama until they were both almost asleep.
Eyes closed, Gus finally mumbled, "Buddy… Despereaux… really bad idea. You know m'just worried… 'bout you…" A soft snore relieved Shawn of the burden of answering. He's such an old woman sometimes, thought Shawn fondly as he watched his friend sleep for a moment, before turning off the TV and crawling under his own covers. Besides, art thief? Not exactly the most violent of occupations, even though it is awesome. This is going to be so much fun… With that thought, he drifted off.
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The sun was blinding, stabbing down from a clear sky and reflecting off miles of undisturbed snow. Clean white lines stretched away into jagged smudges of pine forest.
Shawn lay on his back, naked. The snow burned his skin, but he barely noticed. The man lying on top of him removed his goggles and mask, revealing blue eyes and a smile that slowly widened as a breeze blew strands of fine blonde hair across his eyes. Suddenly, he too was naked, and he was leaning down to whisper in Shawn's ear, "Do you really want me to be a gentleman?"
"D-Despereaux… aah!" He whimpered and dug his nails into the other man's back as Despereaux trailed not-quite-gentle bites down his jaw, then his neck, then his chest… teeth and a tongue teasing his nipple made him bite his lip on a moan that escaped anyway.
His back arched and he gasped as a strong hand wrapped around the base of his cock and began slowly pumping.
"Ssh," came the quiet voice, and then any sound Shawn might have made was swallowed by Despereaux's lips. He pushed his tongue into Shawn's mouth without waiting to be let in, growling as Shawn moaned again.
As one of Shawn's hands grabbed a handful of soft blonde hair and pulled Despereaux's head down harder, their harsh gasps echoed loud in the empty expanse of mountain.
An unearthly ringing sounded over them.
Shawn's eyes snapped open. He was lying in bed, curled around a pillow, panting. He was still hard, almost painfully so, his erection rubbing against the thin fabric of his boxers. It was still dark outside, the faint orange glow of the city tinting the edges of the sky.
The ringing finally stopped as Gus grabbed the phone, and mumbled, "H'lo? Yes, thank you," before letting it drop to the floor. Hurriedly, Shawn made sure the blanket was pulled up over his waist and shut his eyes. He listened to Gus moving around the room, getting ready to go for a run.
Perfect. I can be out of the room by the time he gets back. I need to figure out how close Despereaux is to doing the job.
As he heard the door click shut, he slowly reached a hand down inside his boxers. Eyes squeezed shut, feeling cold wind and hot breath on his face again, he finished himself off with a few quick jerks. After a moment, he wiped the sweat from his face, kicked off the covers, and went in search of breakfast.
A/N: Well. Hope you liked it, I know it's really long but my internet's been out, so I figured I'd just keep writing… tell me what you think! Thanks again for reading!