Title:A Scanner in the Night Chapter 3

Author:Mysteriousgirl4

Pairing:Shawn/Lassiter

Rating:R! Male on Male! Slash ahoy!

Genre:Drama/Humour/Romance

Word Count:1,789

A/N's:I wrote this whole thing on my PHONE! Praise be to me! My thumbs are killing me as a result but oh well. Long awaited slash begins here! Yay! This chapter marks my FIRST graphic slash scene written. So, you know, If this get's you all hot and bothered, I will have done my job. Thanks to everyone for being so patient, had major computer issues.

In the previous instalment of 'A Scanner in the Night'

"Okay fine, you caught me! I listen to the scanner to hear your voice cause it's soooo rugged and manly! I've been harbouring an unrequited crush on you. I dream of crawling naked into your sock drawer…"

Shawn could swear that, right before Lassiter sneered and turned his eyes back to the road, he saw a flicker of something in the detective's eyes. Shawn had seen more than enough horny people to recognise lust when he saw it. He smiled to himself, this night was just starting to get interesting.

Outside the car window, the night sky was slowly changing into a faded blue. The colour indicating that sunrise was not far away.

Shawn sat with his face turned to the window. And for once, he did not photographically memorize the scenery rushing by him. He was deep in thought.

About many things.

Most important of which, was what he should do about the detective in the driver's seat.

He was sure it was lust he had seen in the man's eyes moments ago, now he just needed to push the situation a bit and find out what else there was to see in Lassiter's eyes. The possibilities were definitely enticing.

Shawn shifted in his seat so that he was turned slightly toward the detective. Lassiter noticed this. His lips drew together a little tighter. His hand gripped the steering wheel a little bit firmer. Of course, Shawn noticed all of this.

"So Lassie...."

Lassiter waited. But the psychic didn't elaborate any further.

"So...What?"

Shawn gave a long, overly dramatic sigh.

"Are we there yet?"

Lassiter didn't seem annoyed, if anything he seemed to be disappointed.

"Ha, Ha. Very funny Spencer."

"No seriously! Are we at the pancake house yet?"

Lassiter pondered for a second.

"I never said we were going to a pancake house. There wouldn't even be one open at this time of morning. I thought I was dropping you off at 'Psych'?"

Shawn put on a pout.

"Fine.... I'll just have to eat the rest of Gus' Captain Crunch."

Lassiter rolled his eyes at the juvenile meal choice, but the corners of his mouth twitched a little at the thought of Shawn eating a bowl of sugary cereal and watching cartoons.

After another 10 minutes of driving in somewhat companiable silence, Lassiter turned the patrol car into a parking space outside the Psych Detective Agency. The first rays of sunshine were hitting the window, making the graphic logo stand out all the more.

Shawn looked over at Lassiter.

"Well, I guess this is my stop."

The detective nodded.

"Yeah, I'll see you..."

Lassiter never finished that sentence.

Shawn had gotten out of his seat and swung his leg across the detective's two legs. The younger man was now face to face with Lassiter. Sitting in his lap, straddling the detectives thighs.

Lassiter could feel the body heat radiating from the psychic. Shawn had his hands on Lassiter's shoulders. Lassiter's hand were up in the air, too confused and scared to touch the man in front of him.

"Spencer?"

Shawn blinked and fixed the detective with a look that managed to be both inquisitive and yet totally innocent at the same time.

"Yes Lassie?"

Lassiter cleared his throat when his voice refused to work the first time.

"What are you doing?"

Shawn shifted slightly.

"I would have thought that was obvious."

Lassiter chuckled a little nervously.

"Uh-huh, well just for fun, how about you tell me anyway."

Shawn pretended to consider this and then nodded.

"Okay. Well I could say that you parked on the wrong side of the parking lot. And that it was either this, or get out and walk all the way around the car to get to the door of the office!"

Lassiter looked confused. He spoke, as coherently as he could while being able to feel the vibration of Shawn's words running through his own body.

"You....So that's not the real reason?"

"No."

Lassiter felt Shawn shift slightly in his lap and felt the inexplicable need to take a deep breath.

"Then why..."

"Because you're always eager to hear what I have to say, even when you're trying to make it seem like you're not. Because you do nice things for me when you think I'm not looking. Because you tense up whenever I get physically close to you, like you're doing now. Because you look at my mouth when I'm talking, which we both know is international code for 'kiss me'...."

At this, Lassiter tore his eyes away from Shawn's lips, where they had been gazing seconds ago.

"...and perhaps the most damaging of all evidence is that, while I've been talking, your hands have somehow ended up on my hips."

Lassiter flicked his eyes down, somewhat shocked to see that yes, his hands had betrayed him and found their way to the young man's waist. He quickly pulled them away and, finding no other less suspicious places to put them, let them hang at his sides. He stared back at the man sitting in his lap, mouth agape, before he realised what his face must look like. He tried for an innocent look and protested:

"And what is all that supposed to prove?"

Shawn rolled his eyes

"Oh come on Lassie! You like me! You're totally crushin' on me and wanna do naughty things to me! Admit it!"

Lassiter gawked and then scoffed.

"I really don't..."

"Admit it."

"You're not..."

"Admit it."

"This isn't..."

"ADMIT IT!"

Lassiter looked like he was trapped, he finally lost it and shouted back.

"I DON'T LIKE YOU!"

Shawn smiled at the other man's outburst.

"Then how come the whole time I've been sitting here, you haven't once asked me to move?"

Lassiter's face now had a deer in the headlights quality to it. His mouth opened and closed with half formed words and then finally.

"Because I....I was..."

Shawn nodded.

"Yeah that's what I though."

He leaned over and opened the door before sliding himself off Lassiter's lap and getting out of the car. Leaving the detective feeling extremely confused.

Shawn closed the door and turned back to talk through the car window.

"Did you know that when you sit in a man's lap you can feel how excited they're getting?"

Lassiter crinkled his eyebrow until he realised what the young man was referring to. He cursed his body's reaction and tried to talk himself out of the pink blush that was spreading across his face.

Shawn smiled and waved as he walked to the door of the office and let himself in. He closed the door and leaned against it. He laughed to himself as he pictured Lassiter's facial feeling his stomach rumble, Shawn headed over to the kitchenette to treat himself to a bowl of cereal.

He was pouring the milk over his sugary meal when the scanner, which still sat on the bench, crackled into life.

"Fine, I admit it."

Shawn froze where he was until the milk he was still pouring started to overflow onto the counter.

"Holy....crap"

Shawn practically threw the carton of milk on the counter, not caring where it landed. He jogged over to the door and threw it open to find Lassiter standing there with the radio still in his hand, looking at Shawn with pure unadulterated lust.

Shawn felt a moan escape from his lips at the sight before he pounced on the other man. Lassiter caught him in his strong arms as Shawn grabbed the back of Lassiter's head and shoved their mouths together. They kissed furiously hard. Biting and nipping hungrily at each other out of pent up sexual energy before the kiss softened a little and their mouths opened and tongues met. Shawn's hands in Lassiter's hair, Lassiter's hand gripping Shawn's ass to anchor the man's body to his own. They broke the kiss with a gasp and Shawn attacked Lassiter's neck as the detective stumbled forward, still holding Shawn in his arms.

Somehow they made it to the waiting room couch and fell on it. Lassiter's weight pinning Shawn to the couch. Lassiter looked Shawn over, appreciating him from this new angle.

He took in the psychic's dishevelled hair and pink swelling lips and he grinned. Shawn felt a tug somewhere in his stomach and grabbed the front of Lassiter's officer shirt and pulled it down, kissing the detective so passionately that it made the detective feel a tugging sensation of his own.

Shawn broke the kiss and went to work on Lassiter's black officers uniform. Grabbing and ripping at the clean, pressed material. Buttons flew off, and stitches came undone. Lassiter could only watch with lustful fascination as Shawn eagerly removed his shirt. After it was off, Shawn managed to roll them over so that he was on top, straddling the detective's hips. He ripped off his own shirt in a split second and ran his hands over Lassiter's exposed chest. It was defined and solid and the heat running through it made him crazy. Shawn started licking and trailing kisses down Lassiters neck and over his collarbone. The detective could do nothing but lie back and moan at the sensation. After Shawn had worked his way down to the Lassiter's hip bone and made a point to kiss it very lightly and trail his tongue over it, sending electrical sparks up the detectives spine, he worked his way back up until the were making out again.

Lassiter let his free hands roam all over Shawn's back and then down to cup the young man's ass through his jeans while his tongue explored the mans soft, wet, mouth. Shawn made a low groaning sound in his throat and ground his hips against the detectives. The contact hit them both in a way that made them lose their breath. They broke the kiss for a second to catch air. Lassiter looked Shawn in the eyes and said:

"Do that again."

Shawn obliged and revelled in the detective's reaction as he did it. His eyelids fluttered closed, his muscles contracted and relaxed and he made a low growling noise. Lassiter reached up and grabbed Shawn's neck, pulling the young man down to attack his mouth. Shawn continued his grinding motion, starting a rhythm that had them both sweaty and panting within seconds.

Lassiter was gripping Shawn's hair in one hand and the young man's ass in the other. Shawn was finding new ways to move his tongue in Lassiter's mouth while his hands moved around Lassiters back and held him as close as he could. Their rhythm got faster and faster until Lassiter moaned long and hard into Shawn's mouth and bucked his hips up in the air once, twice and three times before he collapsed on the couch, spent. Shawn followed quickly after, Lassiter watching the young man's pleasure with a hungry need. Shawn panted and ground his hips a few more times and then fell forward onto Lassiters chest, his mouth biting the detective's shoulder, muffling his cries of ecstasy. He eventually stopped moving and lifted his head up to bring his lips to Lassiters once more before settling his head onto the detective's chest and taking a deep breath.

"Morning Carlton."

Lassiter grinned and then yawned.

"Night Shawn."