Okie dokie, the inspiration for this short came from the stuffed gorilla I got last V-Day. I was sitting in my room thinking 'Well, what song can I use for my next Shassie short?' and there sat Jujumagumbo -- That's what I named him. It was either that or Little Boy Gorilla -- just staring at me with those huge, slightly disturbing eyes.

So thank you, ya big stuffed lump of juicy primate awesomeness. Oh and don't worry, I'll tell Pineapple to stop hogging the top of the dresser.

Disclaimer: Despite my last sarcastic disclaimer I do not own Psych or any of its awesomeness. *sad sigh*

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#4 Wild Thing-The Troggs

"Why not Shawn?"

"Gee I don't know Carlton, how about the fact that coming out to the department could possibly cost you your job?"

They'd been going on like this ever since Carlton brought up the idea of telling the department about their relationship two months ago. Shawn honestly didn't mind the idea. He didn't entirely enjoy the fact that he couldn't openly express the way he felt about Carlton at the station and as much fun as sneaking around was in the beginning, the bathroom excuse can only go so far. Sure, he gets to touch Carlton while he's having a 'vision' but he'd rather be able to just walk up to him and share a kiss without worrying about what might happen. He didn't mind the idea of telling the department about their relationship but it was just too much of a risk to Carlton's job.

Shawn had tried multiple times to compromise with him. He agreed to tell a select few at the station about their relationship but Carlton just wouldn't bite. It was all or nothing.

"I don't care about my damn job Shawn!"

Shawn could tell by the twitch in Carlton's left eye that he wasn't being entirely truthful.

"That's a lie and you know it. You love your job, there's no reason to risk what you've worked your entire life for. I'm no reason to risk what you've worked your entire life for."

It hurt but he knew it was true. Shawn knew that he wasn't worth Carlton throwing away his dreams to become chief one day.

"It's just a job! You don't even know for sure that I could be fired."

Shawn knew how this was going to end. Carlton was going to get so irritated that he'd storm out of the apartment they share and go to Tom Blair's Pub leaving Shawn to fall asleep by himself. He didn't even need to hear the front door slam to know he was right.

He begrudgingly stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed but stopped when he thought about what tomorrow was. Tomorrow would be a special day for him and Carlton anyway, why not sweeten it up a little? With more speed than humanly possible he got up to call Gus

"Are you sure about this Shawn?"

"Gus, don't be a quadriplegic octopus. Of course I'm sure."

Shawn only had one thought in mind as he drifted off to sleep.

This better earn me some Lassie lovin'.

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Shawn would never admit it out loud but he was nervous. Hundreds of 'what if's ran through his brain and it was hard to stave them all off. What if Lassie hates what I'm about do? What if this does nothing but break our relationship? The 'what if's disappeared though when he turned to Gus who was carrying a old boom box. Gus smiled and nodded as Shawn opened the entrance doors of the SBPD. Oddly enough, this was one of Shawn's ideas that Gus was all too happy to go along with.

They ignored the looks they got as Gus set the boom box down at his feet and pressed play and Shawn walked over to sit on Carlton's desk singing along with the music.

"Wild thing,
You make my heart sing.
You make everything…
Groovy."

Carlton looked up and Shawn wondered if the small smile playing on the detective's lips was his imagination. He dismissed the thought though as he hopped off Carlton's desk and walked around his chair, slowly dragging his fingers along the older man's neck as he went.

"Wild thing,
I think I love you.
But I want to know for sure.
C'mon and hold me tight.
I love you."

Shawn slid onto Carlton's lap, placing butterfly kisses along the detective's neck and by that time all eyes were on them. Any and all paperwork was forgotten and telephones were left unanswered in favor of eyeing the pair, wondering why Carlton had his arms wrapped around Shawn's waist instead of strangling him.

During the last chorus Carlton shocked the station even more by singing along with the psychic while Shawn giggled, a manly giggle of course, and engaged Carlton in what he liked to call 'close talking'. Or in this case close singing.

When the song ended, Carlton ran his fingers through Shawn's hair and closed the gap between their lips ignoring the astonished gasps.

"Happy one-year anniversary Lassie-face."

Shawn made sure to speak loud enough for the entire SBPD to hear and Carlton laughed.

"Happy anniversary to you too Shawn. You never do anything the easy way do you?"

Shawn ran his hand up and down Carlton's chest as he answered him.

"Oh Lass-a-frass, you know I'm only easy behind closed doors."

Alright, there it is. I'm going to be honest…I'm not too sure about this one. I'm feeling kind of lazy and I'm pretty sure it shows through this short. But I really don't want to read over it or change it or whatever so I'm just going to leave it as is. Hopefully it's not too bad.

-Squeedle

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