Happy Memorial Day!

I was going to make you guys wait longer, but I got really inspired this weekend so decided to post the next chapter to celebrate the holiday.

Enjoy!


The first thing Carlton was aware of was a cramp in his left leg. He stretched out to relieve the pain and kicked something soft. This quickly led to awareness number two; something warm was pressed against the left side of his body. Awareness number three came when the warm something murmured a protest and flung an arm across his chest.

He froze and his eyes flew open. It took a moment for his sleep-addled mind to recognize where he was but the events of the last few days quickly came back to him. He relaxed slightly, but not completely, because there was still the issue of the warm body pressed against him. He looked down at Spencer and cursed silently. He had known this would happen, which was why he had been so against sharing a bed in the first place.

It really didn't help to find his arm had curled around Spencer while they both slept. His subconscious mind may be okay with his crush, but his conscious mind knew better. He let go of Spencer and tried to slowly slid his body away from him. He stopped when the arm over his chest curled around him at the same time Spencer buried his face against his chest. It didn't look like he was going anywhere for awhile.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. He had only been asleep about four hours; Spencer not much longer than that. He could wake Spencer up and get him back to his side of the bed but he knew once they both fell back asleep they would likely wind up in the same position. Unless Spencer decided to stay awake and let him have the bed and Carlton didn't like the idea of sleeping while the other man was puttering around the room doing who knew what. No, he should probably just try to ignore Spencer and go back to sleep. God knew he needed it.

He also firmly ignored the part of his brain pointing out that he was enjoying having Spencer lay next to him. He was just being practical; that was all.

He closed his eyes and tried to relax. He could feel sleep pulling at him but Spencer's presence was proving to be too much of a distraction. He could feel every place the two of them were touching; from the bare skin of his arms and legs to the warmth soaking through his shirt and boxers. Spencer's arm was still curled around him like an anchor, his fingers twitching slightly as he dreamed. But most distracting was where Spencer's head was lying against his chest, his warm breath seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

To his horror, he felt himself start to harden. Oh no, this is bad. Extremely bad. It was one thing to have Spencer wake up cuddled against him; it was another if he found out Carlton was turned on by it. He tried to pull away again, but the grip around him tightened to stop him. Then, to his growing terror, the other man started to stir, opening sleepy eyes to glance up at him. "Lassie?"

"Spencer," he said curtly.

Spencer yawned, stretching along Carlton's body. "What time is it?"

"Early."

"'K." Spencer settled back down, obviously planning on going back to sleep.

While Carlton was glad the other man hadn't noticed anything yet, he didn't want to push his luck by staying where he was. "Spencer, get off me."

"But you're so comfy," Spencer whined. He nestled deeper into Carlton's side, his arm dropping down perilously close to Carlton's waist and erection.

"Spencer, I mean it. Get off," he growled.

"No." Spencer grabbed him tighter, his arm sliding a bit lower. He felt Spencer stiffen suddenly and knew he had just been found out. Spencer looked up at him. "Maybe I should let you go now," he said softly.

Carlton didn't wait. He shoved Spencer off him and jumped out of the bed, being sure to keep his back turned to the other man. He took a deep breath, trying to think of the least sexy things he could to get rid of his problem.

Democrats. Gun restrictions. Unwashed, dirty hippies. That crazy old lady I had to book for streaking in a public park.

"You know, it's perfectly normal," Spencer said, breaking his concentration and turning on the light. "Someone cuddles up to you in your sleep and your subconscious imagines it's a beautiful woman. It's only natural that you would get wood from that."

"Shut up, Spencer," Carlton snapped. He tried to focus again, this time bringing out the big guns. O'Hara naked. The Chief naked. My mom naked. An image from yesterday of Spencer fresh from the shower popped into his mind, completely destroying any progress he had made.

"So who's the girl?"

"What?" He half turned so he could glance back at Spencer.

Spencer waved at the general direction of his groin. "The girl you were thinking about that caused that to happen."

"That's none of your business," he said sharply.

Spencer pouted. "Come on, man. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Just drop it," he growled.

"We spent the night in the same bed. We woke up cuddling. I think I deserve to know who you were dreaming about," Spencer said, not letting it go.

"I wasn't dreaming about anyone," Carlton snapped. He clenched his jaw tightly, kicking himself for letting those words slip out.

Spencer's eyes widened. "So what you're saying is. . ."

"You know what I'm saying." Carlton sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Please don't tell anyone." It was probably hopeless to ask but he hoped Spencer had come to respect him enough he wouldn't knowingly destroy his life by spreading this around.

"I never knew you were into guys. It puts things in a whole different perspective," Spencer said. He got out of the bed, moving closer to Carlton, grinning. "I'm very flattered you think that way about me. It makes me feel all tingly inside."

"Enough with the jokes Spencer. Are you going to tell anyone or not?" Carlton snapped.

"Normally, I would spread news this embarrassing as soon as we got back to the station," Spencer said. He was now inches from Carlton, looking up into his face.

Carlton sighed, looking away. So much for his career.

A hand reached up towards his face, turning his head to look back at the man beside him. "I'm not going to say anything," Spencer said quietly.

Carlton was relieved, but part of him was suspicious as to the sudden change. "Why?"

Instead of answering, Spencer tilted his head up and kissed him. It was soft and gentle, unlike almost every interaction he ever had with the annoying psychic. Spencer kept the kiss light, his free hand at his side, leaving it up to Carlton whether he wanted to take it further.

Carlton wanted to, God did he want to. But things like this didn't happen in real life, especially to him. In real life, when you tell the man you have been crushing on for months you got hard sleeping next to him, he responds with a punch to the face, not a kiss. He reluctantly pulled away, looking at Spencer intently. "This better not be a joke," he said quietly.

Spencer grabbed his hand, moving it down towards his groin. "Does this feel like a joke?" he asked huskily, letting Carlton feel his growing arousal. He gasped as Carlton started to stroke him through his boxers.

"No, it doesn't." Carlton swallowed hard. "Look, Spencer."

"Shawn." The younger man looked down to where Carlton was still lightly stroking him. "I think at this point we should be on a first name basis."

"Shawn." Carlton looked searchingly into the other man's face. "You really feel this way about me?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" Shawn countered. Carlton didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes must have told him something. The teasing look on the younger man's face became more serious, tinged with sadness. "Of course I do," Shawn said tenderly. He pulled Carlton down into another kiss, pressing against him and letting the detective feel just how much Shawn wanted this.

Carlton gave in, his own growing desire and Shawn's evident approval of events allowing him to push his worries aside for now. One of his hands curved around Shawn's back, holding him close. The other slid into his hair, tilting his head back so he could deepen the kiss. Shawn hummed in approval, opening his mouth eagerly to Carlton's probing tongue.

Shawn's hands roamed over his chest, tickling his ribs and teasing his nipples through his shirt. He groaned, arching against Shawn's touch as the pleasure sparked through him. He felt Shawn smile against his lips before he turned his head and nuzzled into Carlton's neck, teeth lightly nipping his skin. Carlton moaned softly, realizing belatedly Shawn was gaining the upper hand.

To even the score, he slid a hand under the back of Shawn's shirt, rubbing circles into the skin of his lower back. Shawn faltered for a moment, then resumed his assault on Carlton's neck, biting hard enough Carlton knew there would be marks.

Carlton let his hand slide lower, down into Shawn's boxers until he was cupping the other man's firm ass. He gently squeezed, then pulled Shawn hard against him, grinding his thigh against the other man's erection.

Shawn moaned loudly, finally pulling away from Carlton's neck. He dove down triumphantly to recapture his mouth, continuing to guide Shawn as he ground against him. The scant layers of clothing between them suddenly felt extremely confining. He broke off the kiss with one last nip to Shawn's lower lip and pushed at the hem of the other man's shirt. "Take it off."

Shawn hesitated, looking at him with uncertainty. Carlton wondered if he was pushing things too fast, though up until now Shawn had been right there with him. Shawn met Carlton's eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled his shirt off in one fluid movement and dropped it to the floor.

Carlton's eyes were immediately drawn to the scar running down the middle of Shawn's chest. He had glimpsed the top of it before but hadn't realized how far down it went. He met Shawn's gaze, knowing the other man had caught him staring. "Sorry," he said guiltily.

Shawn shook his head. "Don't be; I'm used to it." He still looked tense as he smiled ruefully at Carlton. "It's the reason my dad hates my bike so much. Got in an accident a few years back."

"What happened?" Carlton asked quietly.

"I was driving home one night and got hit by a drunk driver." Shawn shrugged. "Not my fault but my father never liked the bike to begin with and saw this as a way to force me to get rid of it."

"I see that worked well," Carlton commented dryly, remembering Shawn pulling up at the police station on his bike before they headed out on this case.

Shawn grinned. "I don't take orders well."

That was a fact Carlton was well aware of. His gaze went back to the scar. "Can I touch it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Go ahead." He felt Shawn's eyes on him as he gently traced the scar, feeling the difference between its rough edges and the smooth skin surrounding it. "Does it bother you?"

Carlton looked up into Shawn's worried gaze. "No." He lowered his head, continuing his examination of the scar with his tongue. Shawn gasped as he lapped at the skin, feeling the ridges more pronouncedly this way. He included the surrounding skin as well until the whole area was moist and glistening. The scarred tissue tasted the same as the unmarred skin, clean and salty with a hint of musk.

He lifted his head to meet Shawn's surprised look. He licked his lips, watching Shawn's eyes follow the movement, hunger flaring in their depths. "How about we move this to the bed?" he suggested with a sly grin.

Shawn nodded. "Okay, yeah. Bed sounds good," he said hoarsely. He let Carlton push him backwards until he fell onto the bed. Carlton climbed up after him and straddled his hips. He reached up and tugged on Carlton's shirt. "Your turn."

Carlton stripped his own shirt off, then bent down and kissed Shawn hard. He shivered as Shawn's hands explored his newly bared flesh, carding his fingers through his chest hair.

Carlton slid along Shawn's jaw to his neck, repeating Shawn's actions from earlier. Shawn gasped as he bit down hard where his neck met his shoulder. He moaned loudly as Carlton sucked and licked at the spot, ensuring there would be a nice sized bruise. "Damn, what are you, a vampire?" Shawn panted.

Carlton grinned against his skin, pressing one last kiss to the spot and feeling Shawn shudder. "You seem to be enjoying it."

Shawn's hand slid down to rub against his covered erection. Carlton groaned, thrusting against his touch. "You seem to be enjoying it as well." Shawn continued to rub his cock, looking very pleased with himself when he started to rock his hips. "You like that, Lassie?"

"Y-Yeah," he stuttered out. It had been too long since someone had touched him like this. If he let Shawn continue much longer this was going to end much sooner than he would like it to. He dropped his head down, lips moving across the smooth skin of Shawn's chest to one of his nipples. He gently flicked it with his tongue, feeling it stiffen immediately.

Shawn moaned, the rhythm of his hand faltering. Carlton kept at it, teasing the nipple and nipping at the skin around it. He switched to the other one, gently pulling Shawn's hand away from him while the other man was busy moaning. Without the distraction of someone touching him, he was able to concentrate fully on making Shawn crazy with pleasure.

Within minutes Shawn was writhing on the bed, pushing up against his tongue with every lick. Shawn's hands roamed over his body, fleeting and erratic in their movements. It was enough to keep him aroused without pushing him to far but made him crave more contact between them. He slowly lowered himself down until they were laying flush against each other.

Shawn moaned, his hands moving to Carlton's waist so he could grind up against him. He could feel Shawn's cock pressing against his through the thin layers left between them, hard and needy. He groaned, pushing back against Shawn in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"I should have known you would be big," Shawn said. "You're just too confident and cocky." He grinned cheekily at the pun until Carlton pressed him down hard into the bed, twisting his hips so his thigh pressed firmly against Shawn's cock. He whimpered, hands tightening almost painfully on Carlton's hips. "God, I want you so bad," he gasped. "I want to feel you inside me, stretching me open, taking me hard and deep."

Carlton shuddered at the extremely explicit image that inspired. "You really want me to?"

Shawn smiled. "I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't serious."

"Do you have a condom?" Carlton asked.

"No. Do you?"

"No." Carlton sighed, resting his head on Shawn's shoulder. Of all the times to be unprepared. There was still plenty they could do without one, but now that he had considered the idea of being inside of Shawn, he found the desire almost overwhelming.

"We can do it without one," Shawn suggested.

"Shawn."

"I'm clean Lassie. No bugs, no diseases, no nothing," Shawn said quickly. "You don't have to worry. In fact, I can prove it if you want. Let me get my phone and I'll call Gus and he can send a picture of my last blood test." He tried to wiggle out from under him, reaching toward his phone next to the bed.

"Shawn stop." Carlton looked at him in confusion. "Aren't you worried I might have something?"

Shawn blinked, as if the thought never occurred to him. "You seem like a pretty careful guy, but since you brought it up; are you clean?"

"Yes."

Shawn nodded. "Good. So do you want me to call Gus or not?"

Carlton raised an eyebrow. "That's it? You trust me that easily."

Shawn shrugged. "Yeah, I do."

Carlton stared at him. Shawn was right; he was a careful guy. Besides his wife, all of his relationships had been brief and he had always used protection. Which is why he was surprised he was even considering this. "If I catch anything from you, I will shoot you."

Shawn smiled widely. "No shooting necessary." His smile turned lecherous. "At least not with bullets."

Carlton rolled his eyes, though he couldn't keep the grin off his face. "Stay here and don't move." He rolled off of Shawn and got out of the bed. He remembered seeing a bottle of hand lotion on the counter in the bathroom when he took a shower the night before.

He returned quickly to find Shawn had most definitely moved. His boxers were pulled down, the tip of his hard cock exposed. He looked at Shawn, raising an eyebrow.

Shawn looked at him innocently. "Is something wrong Lassie?"

Carlton climbed across the bed to Shawn, leaning over him but not touching him. "You moved."

Shawn looked down at the obvious evidence of his indiscretion, then back up at him. "What are you going to do about it?"

Carlton grinned, causing a suddenly wary look to cross Shawn's face. "I guess I'll have to punish you." He put the lotion bottle down and slid Shawn's boxers the rest of the way off, then lifted Shawn's right arm. Starting at the wrist, he lightly kissed a trail up his arm until he reached his shoulder. He gave that spot a nip before continuing across Shawn's chest to the opposite shoulder. Another nip, then he moved down his left arm until he reached the wrist. He sucked over Shawn's pulse point hard enough he knew there would be a mark.

By now Shawn was breathing harder, eyes watching him carefully. Carlton returned to his right shoulder and started a new trail of kisses across Shawn's chest, avoiding both his scar and his nipples. He slowly worked his way lower, feeling the muscles under him bunch up in anticipation.

He bypassed Shawn's cock, grinning at the frustrated sigh the other man let out. He nipped lightly at Shawn's inner thigh on his left leg, teasing the sensitive skin, before working his way down to his ankle. He then switched legs, starting at Shawn's right ankle and working his way up. By the time he was near Shawn's cock again, the other man was twisting with impatience underneath him.

"Lassie," Shawn whined when Carlton stopped, inches away from his throbbing cock.

"Yes, Shawn?" he asked calmly.

"Are you going to keep going?" Shawn asked.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He leaned forward slightly, letting his breath caress Shawn's cock.

Shawn moaned, hips jerking up reflexively. "Yes, yes, I learned my lesson," he said fervently. "Now will you please suck me?"

Carlton grinned. "Well, since you asked so nicely." Without any warning he took the head of Shawn's cock into his mouth.

Shawn groaned, hips thrusting up into the sudden warmth. Carlton was prepared for this, hands holding Shawn's hips firmly in place. He ran his tongue around the head of his cock, pausing a couple of times to lick at his sensitive slit. He pulled back and licked the length of it, making sure the entire thing was moist and slick. He took hold of Shawn's cock, pumping it lightly as he returned to the head.

He glanced up, meeting Shawn's gaze before he took his cock back into his mouth. He watched as Shawn's eyes glazed over in pleasure as he started to bop his head, taking his cock deeper and deeper. Shawn broke eye contact first, throwing his head back with a groan when his cock bumped the back of Carlton's throat. He took a deep, steadying breath before he pushed forward, forcing his throat muscles to relax. His hand slipped away to hold Shawn's hips down as he swallowed Shawn completely.

"Oh, yessss," Shawn groaned, arching his back as he struggled in vain to keep still. His cock throbbed in Carlton's throat, stretching it uncomfortably but he endured it for the pleasure it was giving Shawn. Slowly, he pulled back, giving his throat a chance to recover from the large intruder before he pressed forward again. This time he held it longer, swallowing a couple of times to cause his muscles to ripple around the sensitive head of Shawn's cock.

Shawn gasped, his whole body stiffening. "Lassie, you have to stop. I'm just about ready to pop."

Carlton pulled away, gripping the base of Shawn's cock tightly in one hand in an effort to help stave off his orgasm. He sat back on his knees, watching Shawn carefully as he fought to get back under control. His jaw was sore from the blowjob and he took the opportunity to stretch it out, rubbing at the tense muscles.

"You okay down there?"

He looked up at Shawn, noting that the urge to come had passed. "Yeah, you're just a bit more than I'm used to," he admitted.

Shawn grinned smugly. "I've heard that before." He looked pointedly down at his cock. "Are we going to continue or move on to the main event?"

Carlton grabbed the lotion bottle. "How about both?" He slicked up the fingers of one hand, then shifted so he was kneeling between Shawn's spread legs. He leaned down and sucked on Shawn's cock, enough to be arousing but light enough not to push him too far. His slick fingers moved to Shawn's ass, gently teasing his hole. When he felt Shawn relax, he slowly slid one finger inside.

Shawn groaned, pushing back against him to force the finger deeper. "That's what I'm talking about. Don't take too long, Lassie. I'm not sure how long I can wait."

Carlton wasn't sure himself. His cock was throbbing hard within the confines of his boxers and he had to take a moment to adjust it to relief the pressure. He added a second finger, feeling Shawn tense at first, then quickly relax. He prepared him as quickly as he felt wise, twisting his fingers as he stretched the muscle. At the same time he continued to suck Shawn's cock, keeping him relaxed and aroused. He soon found Shawn's pleasure spot, earning a low moan when his fingers brushed against it. He started pumping his fingers, brushing against that spot on every in stroke, bopping his head on his cock in the same rhythm.

"Lassie," Shawn panted, pushing his hips back to meet his fingers, then up to push his cock into Carlton's mouth. He groaned when Carlton added a third, rhythm faltering for a second before resuming with renewed urgency. "Lassie, please, I can't wait anymore."

Carlton removed his fingers, and pulled off Shawn's cock. The younger man groaned, half in disappointment, half in expectation. He shed his boxers as quickly as possible, fumbling as his overwhelming need made him clumsy. He settled himself between Shawn's legs, squeezing more lotion into his hand to slick himself up. He pumped himself slowly, enjoying the sensation on his neglected cock as he looked down at Shawn.

"Are you sure this is OK? I know some people don't like the mess." His ex-wife had been one of them. They had had unprotected sex only twice in the entire time they had been married. She said she didn't like the feel of his cum inside of her. He wanted to give Shawn the chance to change his mind; once he started he doubted he would have the willpower to stop.

"Sexy is always messy," Shawn pointed out. He smiled reassuringly up at him. "Don't worry; there's no way I'm backing out now."

He held Shawn's hips firmly with one hand and lined himself up with the other. He glanced up once more to make sure Shawn was ready before slowly pressing forward.

He made it in a couple inches before Shawn hissed in pain and grabbed his arms tightly. "Stop, Lassie, stop!"

Carlton immediately stopped moving, looking down at Shawn in concern. "Are you okay?"

Shawn nodded, though he was breathing hard. "I just need to get used to you. I haven't done this in awhile."

"That makes two of us," Carlton said. He held as still as he could while he waited for Shawn's signal he could move again. It was hard when all he wanted to do was ignore caution and bury himself in that tight ass.

"All right," Shawn said after several long sexually frustrating minutes. "Just go slow."

Carlton pushed slowly and steadily forward until he was fully inside. He moaned softly, the rippling muscles wrapped around his cock almost too much to handle.

"I can feel you inside me," Shawn said in wonder.

"I sure hope so," Carlton said smugly. Though he knew what Shawn meant; it was different feeling warm, smooth flesh instead of latex.

Shawn grinned. "There's no way I could miss your big boy." He twisted under Carlton and moaned deeply. "God, you feel so good inside me." He looked up at Carlton, lust darkening his eyes. "Start moving."

Carlton pulled back slowly, then gave a small thrust forward. Shawn tensed slightly, but eagerly nodded at him to continue. He pulled back further this time, and thrust forward a little harder. Slowly, gradually, he increased the length of his thrusts until he was pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into Shawn's tight, enticing heat.

Shawn's hips were rising up to meet his thrusts. "I knew this would feel great," he moaned. He pushed up harder against Carlton's next thrust. "Faster, Lassie."

Carlton increased his pace, gliding smoothly in and out of Shawn now that he had loosened up. Shawn was still tight, but the way he tightened up on every withdraw and ground his hips up against him told Carlton the other man knew what he was doing. He was finding it hard to take it slow, to not just grab Shawn's hips and pound away at his ass but he didn't want to hurt him. He let his pace speed up some more, trying hard to keep his thrusts gentle.

He bent down and lightly licked the bite mark on Shawn's neck. The younger man moaned, arching up and tightening pleasantly around him. He gave that spot another couple of licks, then moved over a few inches, nipping and sucking a fresh mark into the skin.

"You really are a vampire," Shawn accused, gasping when Carlton gave the spot a reproving bite. "Not that I'm complaining," he added quickly, looking up at him imploring me. "Bite me all you want. But how about we take things up a notch?" He bucked his hips up against Carlton to make it clear he was dissatisfied with the slow pace.

"I don't want to make you regret doing this," Carlton said, keeping to the same firm thrusts. Shawn had said it had been awhile and he was still fairly tight. Carlton was big enough that even this slow pace was bound to leave him sore later on.

Shawn looked up at him in frustration. "I know you're holding back. Just let go. I can take whatever you can dish out."

"You like it rough?" Carlton asked, already having a pretty good idea of what the answer would be.

"Very," Shawn assured him. "Now fuck me harder already."

Carlton took a firm hold of Shawn's hips, slowly thrusting hard and deeper into him. He watched Shawn carefully, looking for any sign of discomfort or pain. He knew Shawn had a tendency to act tougher than he was and he didn't think sex would be any different.

Shawn huffed in exasperation. "I'm not some blushing virgin, Lassie," Shawn growled. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Giving in to Shawn's demands, and his own desires, Carlton grabbed his hips tightly and thrust forward hard. Shawn cried out, arching up against him. "God, just like that," he gasped.

Adjusting Shawn's hips to a better angle, he started a punishing series of thrusts into Shawn, hard enough that the other man slide slightly along the bed. Shawn moaned, eagerly meeting every thrust, pushing aside any lingering doubts as to his enjoyment of the harsh rhythm. Carlton let himself go, sinking into Shawn again and again as he took what he needed from him.

Shawn's hands were roaming over him again, teasing his nipples, squeezing his ass and generally providing all sorts of pleasurable sensations that threatened to push Carlton to the edge too soon. He needed to even things up. He shifted, changing the angle of his thrusts as he searched for the spot that should hopefully make Shawn too incoherent to tease him.

Shawn suddenly arched up under him, throwing his head back as he cried out. Bingo. He aimed for that spot again, letting out a moan himself as Shawn clenched tightly around him. "Lassie," Shawn whimpered, his eyes wide and feverish with lust. Carlton answered his unvoiced plea by thrusting hard against that spot again. Shawn's eyes rolled back as he moaned deeply with pleasure.

Carlton now aimed for the spot with every thrust, reducing Shawn to a writhing mound of pleasure. Shawn let out a stream of whimpers and moans, occasionally broken up with a litany of "Lassie, Lassie, Lassie." He could feel Shawn's hard cock throbbing against his stomach, leaving a slippery trail of precum against his skin. He let go of his hips with one hand, reaching up to firmly take his cock. Shawn jerked, a deep moan forced out of him. He started pumping it to the same fast rhythm he was thrusting into Shawn, watching the other man coming apart beneath him.

It wasn't long before Shawn tensed and cried out, spraying his seed over them as he shook underneath Carlton. He slowed, working Shawn through it as his muscles massaged his cock and pushed him close to the edge. Once Shawn was finished, he hitched up his hips and increased his thrusts again, knowing it wouldn't take long. He looked down at Shawn, watching as he licked a bit of cum off his lips where it had landed. The sight was enough to trigger his own orgasm. He groaned as he pulled Shawn tightly to him, emptying himself inside him.

Shawn moaned and shuddered at Carlton's release, a look of surprise on his face. "Lassie," he said softly, looking up at him. His eyes were full of a trust and affection that left Carlton speechless. He leaned down and kissed him, using his actions to express what his words could not. He could still taste Shawn's cum on his lips, sweet and salty.

He was breathing hard when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Shawn's. "That was fantastic," he panted.

"The kiss or the sex?" Shawn asked, just as breathless.

Carlton kissed him lightly. "Both, but I was mostly referring to the sex."

Shawn smiled. "Yeah, it was amazing for me too."

Carlton started to pull out, but Shawn grabbed his arm to stop him. "Can you stay in me a little longer?" he asked hopefully. Carlton nodded, lowering himself carefully until he was lying on top of Shawn, still inside him. Shawn sighed happily, wrapping his arms around Carlton's back. "Thanks."

They stayed like that for several minutes as their bodies cooled. Carlton soon grew uncomfortable in the chill room, the cum now a sticky, tacky mess covering their bodies. "We need to clean up," he said.

Shawn nodded reluctantly. "You're right." He whimpered when Carlton slowly pulled out of him, letting more cum drip to the sheets. Shawn sat up and looked at himself, making a face. "It really is a lot messier."

"You've never done it bareback before?" Carlton asked in surprise. The way Shawn had been talking earlier, he had assumed the younger man had been speaking from experience.

Shawn shook his head. "Contrary to what you think, I do normally practice safe sex. It's not like I've been with anyone long enough for the issue of being clean to come up before," he said, echoing Carlton's thoughts from earlier.

"So what did you think?" Carlton asked.

Shawn thought about it for a moment. "Good," he said decisively. "Messy, but good." He climbed out of bed, almost falling as his legs threatened to give out but managing to catch himself on the edge. He waved away Carlton's attempts to help him. "I'm good. Just need to get my sea legs." He grinned though Carlton couldn't help feeling guilty for how sore Shawn must feel right now. He could already see the bruises forming where his hands had gripped Shawn's hips. "I think it's time for a shower," Shawn said lightly. "Care to join me?"

Carlton shook his head. "I'll take one after you. Unless you need help?"

Shawn pouted. "I wouldn't have tried anything." At Carlton's disbelieving look, he sighed. "Well, not much. See you in a few then." He made his way to the bathroom, a bit unsteady but seeming able to manage well enough on his own.

Carlton stretched out on the bed away from the damp spot. The room was chilly after their activities, so he pulled the sheet up over him. He yawned deeply, hoping Shawn hurried up with his shower so he could have his own and get back to sleep. Four hours after the week he had wasn't enough. He closed his eyes, telling himself he was just resting them for now.

Within seconds he had fallen asleep.


"It's all yours, Carliekins," Shawn said as he exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped when he saw Lassiter lying in the bed, fast asleep.

Shawn took a moment to study him. The detective looked more relaxed than he had all week; with the exception of just after they had had amazing sex. It made him look years younger, despite the slight graying of his hair.

Shawn went back into the bathroom and soaked one of the extra towels. He didn't have it in him to wake Lassiter when he clearly needed the sleep but he knew the detective would not be happy waking up covered in dried cum.

He reentered the bedroom and climbed onto the bed next to Lassiter. He pulled down the sheet and gently cleaned his skin. The detective muttered in his sleep, turning towards him with a slight smile on his face. Shawn smiled as well, happy to see Lassiter happy. He made it his new goal to make the detective smile more while he was awake.

He got rid of the towel and threw on a pair of boxers before climbing into bed next to Lassiter. He winced slightly as his sore body protested. The hot water had helped but he would have to take it easy tomorrow. But it had definitely been worth it. If he had known the detective was so good in bed, he would have made a move on him a lot sooner.

He cuddled up to Lassiter's side, smiling when the detective unconsciously wrapped an arm around him. "Good night, Carlton," he whispered, kissing his cheek lightly. Carlton smiled again, his arm holding Shawn tighter.

Shawn sighed happily, relaxing into the embrace. He could get used to this. Hopefully, he would have the chance to. He let himself go, soon joining the detective in sleep.


The drama isn't over yet. There are some things the boys need to work out if they want this to be more than a one night stand. Though I promise there will be more hot sex.

I just need to finish editing the next chapter, so I promise I'll post it soon.