Lassiter grabbed the papers and stood up slowly. He was trying to figure out what had just happened. He stood in the closet slowly straightening the papers so he could think about this before he had to turn back around. Shawn had always been the overly flirtatious kind of guy, flirting with every girl that came by. 'So why was he staring at me?' Lassiter asked himself as he finally took the staples from the closet and closed the door.
All Lassiter could come up with was that he had been wrong; Shawn was looking at something else, not him. As he thought this he glanced back up at Shawn's face as he walked by. Shawn's eyes looked a little too large; as if he was hoping Lassiter hadn't noticed. Lassiter turned mid-step and walked back to the trio talking.
"… and that's when she started ranting and raving about how she was kidnapped by ninjas who beamed her up onto their ship and took her to Iowa for ice cream." Juliet was finishing saying, obviously telling the story of the crazy lady they had had in lockup yesterday. Gus was dying laughing while Shawn was laughing softly while looking worried.
"Can I speak with you a moment Spencer?" Lassiter asked, looking smug.
"Uh, sure Lassie," Shawn replied "I'll meet you at the car Gus." He added as he followed Lassiter down the stairs.
Lassiter walked to the records room, unlocked the door and motioned Shawn in.
"Shouldn't we talk out in the open Lassie?" Shawn asked as he reluctantly entered the room, "Ya know, in case someone needs to come save me." He finished as Lassie closed and locked the door behind him. Lassiter then slightly pushed Shawn against the shelves behind him and gave his best interrogation face.
"Ok Spencer, I know what I saw you look at a minute ago. Now explain to me why you were looking there."
Shawn's eyes got wide and he was speechless for a moment, making Lassiter pleased with himself, seeing as he had never seen Shawn speechless.
"Look you're very attractive, you have those striking features and blue eyes… and anyway when you bent down I just couldn't help myself."
"Y-You think I'm attractive?" Lassiter asked confused, trying to process this new information. "but you're straight, I've seen you with many women, even hitting on them at crime scenes.
"Yes, I'm attracted to women, but also men. The term is Bi Lassie." Shawn said smiling as he noticed how close they were to each other in the dimly lit room.
"So you're attracted to men and when I bent down you had to look, ok I get it." Lassiter said backing up slightly. "You can go then Spencer." He added, looking just slightly upset. 'He likes the male figure, that doesn't mean he likes YOU!' he thought to himself. He turned to leave but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"I swear Lassie; you always do this to me. You only actually hear half of what I say and then ignore the rest of it. You seriously need to fix that. What I said was I'm attracted to you. As in I think about you and me doing naughty things to each other quite often." Shawn said smiling, his eyes smoldering with an almost playful lust. Lassiter thought about that for a moment. That confession plus the fact Shawn's hand was still on his arm made his breathing quicken, his heart rate sky rocket and a rush of heat sink into his core.
"Is that so, Spencer?" He replied softly, turning slowly as he said it.
"It is." Shawn answered as he saw Lassiter's eyes slowly undress him, making him almost shake with anticipation.
Lassiter grabbed Shawn's arms and pinned him against the shelves and leaned in to where they was centimeters away from each other's lips. He then asked, "Naughty like this?" and with that he slammed his lips onto Shawn's.
It hastily became a very heated make-out session, with tongues swirling, groin rubbing and heavy moaning. Shawn's hands were only above his head for a few brief moments before they both needed their hands for other things. Lassiter pulled away from Shawn's mouth for some much needed breathing, which gave Shawn an excuse to ravish his neck. Lassiter moaned deeply and through his head back to give the younger man more access. Shawn started kissing, sucking, and nibbling down Lassiter's collar bone and was pulling his shirt away for more skin to tease. Lassiter's hands had been settled on Shawn's hips but at that moment decided to move inward. He brushed his fingers under Shawn's shirt, along the edge of his jeans before slipping one finger under them as well. Shawn moaned a deep noise that was almost primal, which made Lassiter find him even hotter.
Suddenly Shawn pulled away, making the other man worry that he had gone too far. Lassiter started fixing his shirt but kept his eyes on the ground.
"Lassie don't worry," Shawn pleaded when he had calmed down enough to notice the change in the detective' "I didn't stop because of you; it's because I realized where we are."
Lassiter glanced up and realized Shawn was right, they were still in the police station, where he (and Shawn kind of) worked.
"Your right Spen-Shawn," he paused to smile, "I guess we're close enough now that I can call you by your first name; we've probably been down here too long."
"That's true, on both counts." Shawn answered smiling. He stepped closer to the detective and kissed his jawbone, "but I'm still calling you Lassie." And with that he turned and opened the door. It was now Lassiter's turn to stop him.
"Wait; come by my place tonight, maybe 8ish. We need to discuss this… privately." He ended the sentence in almost a whisper with a look that almost sent Shawn over the edge again.
"8 it is Lassie." Shawn said smirking as he walked out the door and up the stairs. Lassiter straightened himself up and followed with a spring in his step. Now if he could only conatin himself until 8…