A/N: Again, a bit smuty this time. Maybe NSFW? It means 'not safe for work' right?


"I mean, you fell asleep during the movie, Gus! During the movie!"

"Since you haven't realized it, Shawn, I'm basically paying mine and your rent and plus Psych office. I'm working my ass off. And you know I need a solid 10 hours sleep a day."

"It was the Temple of Doom! You do not fall asleep with Indiana Jones!"

"You put me in the couch and threw me a blanket with popcorns. That's an open invitation to falling asleep."

"Man! You really don't get anything about…"

Detective Carlton Lassiter crushed a handful of colorful jelly beans between his teeth and glared at the not-so-dynamic duo's useless chatter from the distance on his desk. Time to time he eyed the map on the screen of his computer indicating the locations where Mark Garrison was spotted. But most of time, his eyes were on to the two consultants, his hands kept delivering the junk food to his mouth almost aggressively. The gift basket Shawn gave him- Of course, Guster was the one who bought the snacks, obviously, but Lassiter didn't focus on that details- seemingly held endless supplies of snacks. After he got out of hospital, he found himself consuming M&Ms, jelly beans, Snyder's and mini Snickers as known as 'Spencer foods'. He got to admit, it was highly addictive.

Speaking of addiction, it seemed like the psychic in his dream decided to stay around for a while. Last few days at the hospital, Lassiter kept haunted by dreams about Spencer doing things and stuff on, to, in, with, below, on top of him. Sometimes vivid, sometimes in a blur, but one thing was constant- Shawn doing things and stuff that the rigid detective couldn't even speak of or think of at work. But unfortunately, and Lassiter never understand or never want to understand why, Chief Vick kept called in Psych agents for consulting. And that was a poison for the head detective, steeping through his mind, it contaminated his rational thoughts and replaced them to pent-up desires and lust.

Of course, the reality Shawn Spencer was standing in the farthest point from attraction. On scale from 1 to 10 of attractiveness, Spencer was scoring negative numbers. Hell, he wasn't even on the scale- he was he, a guy, a male, with a Y chromosome which sometimes Lassiter wondered if he really had one or not- Maybe I should ask Henry later…- But the dream Shawn Spencer, he was different. Every move he did, every dirty word he spoke, just everything about him… just, just turned him on.

Two days later after Lassiter had the first dream for a starter and (the reality) Shawn burst in while he was changing, Lassiter had a blowjob in his dream again- He flushed down the white boxer covered with cum- Then the day after that, the dream Shawn popped up with a cadet uniform. The detective didn't remember the whole story but assuming from his another boxer drowned in the toilet water, there was a blowjob.

And yesterday, he woke up from another dream. That time, they went all the way down. Lassiter was laid down on his couch; Spencer sucked and licked his full hard dick like he found the greatest snack ever. And suddenly the psychic was on top of his detective, bouncing up and down with hitting his spot again and again. Lassiter remembered he was almost dying from the orgasm he was experiencing. And (the dream) Shawn shivering slightly with the mixture of the pain in his ass and the pleasure overriding it, his face all red and sweaty moaning and panting… That turned him on in a level that he never thought he could reach. But Carlton woke up before he releases. The tip of his cock was wet from the pre-cum, but he didn't go full release.

So, it was not his fault but the dream Shawn's that Lassiter jerked off in the shower, finishing the unfinished business.

It was also not his fault that the look of Shawn on top of him flickered when he came.

Anyway, back to today when Carlton Lassiter was gazing at Shawn and chewing jelly beans. Of course, the reality Shawn and the dream Shawn were different. But still they had the same face, same silly grin and same fingers that had a hypnotic effect on the detective. Lassiter almost smacked his lips when the psychic ripped off the Snyder's bag and started to dig on the pretzels, and then sucked his fingers to clean out savoring the seasoning… In his defense, Lassiter had sticky jellies on his lips and didn't want to wipe it out with his suit sleeve. On the other hand, Shawn didn't have any problem rubbing his dirty hands on his jean. Then his hands moved up to his lame, stupid lime and white plaid shirts over the t-shirts saying 'el mio sopa encanta' –which Lassiter couldn't even understand what does it means by 'Mine soup love' in Spanish. Is it some kind of code?- It seemed like Shawn found a stain on his shirts and tried to remove it. The manboy licked his fingers carelessly and rubbed them on the stain.

"Shawn, that's gross." Guster commented.

"Maybe you should suck my cool shirts."

"You suck it." It seemed like they couldn't have a normal conversation like sane people without repeating 'suck it'.

"Okay." Shawn took the advice with a simple shrug, tugged up his shirts and sucked it without warning. Ignoring his best friend frowning upon his unclean act, he grinned somewhat triumphantly with his shirts slightly sucked into his mouth. It exposed his bare skin and the waist line under the 'el mio sopa encanta' shirts. Soon he spitted out the shirts leaving a clear mark on it. But that was enough to give a choke to the detective observing from his desk.

"Carlton, you okay?" Juliet asked with a concerned look standing in a way of Lassiter watching two knuckleheads arguing now about the psychic one's hygiene problems. "Is that one of Shawn's jelly bean? You had these instead of lunch?" Frowning, she looked over his desk full of empty bags of snack.

Lassiter quickly swiped the bags out of his desk. "… No."

"You have a piece of jelly on your mouth, head detective." She put up on a smirk which he did not like.

Again, he quickly wiped out his mouth with the sleeve, and pretended like that never happened. "No, I'm not."

"You're acting weird today."

"You are acting weird!"

Juliet shook her head giving up on normal conversation with her partner. "Fine. Have you checked the file?"

"What file?" Without thinking, Lassiter glanced over her shoulder see if Spencer and Guster were still there. They were gone.

"The Lopez case? I gave you the places Garrison was spotted?" She tilted her head hanging down her blond hair. "What are you looking at?"

"No one, nothing." He quickly turned back to the conversation. "I read them up. How come we kept losing him?"

"We had no idea." Juliet sighed.

"Well, maybe you guys should ask your favorite psychic." Something clung behind from Lassiter's chair and wrapped around its arms around his neck. It was Shawn suddenly popped up behind him. "Hellooo, Lassiepants" said the self-styled 'favorite psychic' with a childish showing off voice. It seemed like he decided to ignore that the little incident at the hospital, the fact that he saw what was under Lassiter's boxer. "I see you enjoying my jelly beans?"

On the other hand, that almost paralyzed Lassiter with an obvious blush. Needless to say, he could feel the other man's breath on his neck, tickling the sensitive area with warm, moist air from Spencer's lung. It was very hard to concentrate when the person who was in his sex dream clinging on his back like a shell of turtle. "Spencer, I swear to God, if you touch me again-" He had to squeeze out every ounce of anger and irritation to snarl under his breath pinching Spencer in the finger. "I will crush your finger to tiny little pieces."

"No, not my adorable and sexy but gentle fingers! That's the money maker!" Shawn screamed quickly getting off from the angry man. Lassiter turned around on his chair raising a brow on the psychic.

"You do know that Psych job is not that profitable, right?" "You don't have sexy fingers, Spencer." "Shawn, get to the point." The rest three reacted differently the different point of Shawn's words.

"My fingers are sexy like Jessica Rabbit and their value is bajillion and you all know it!" Shawn pointed his unhurt fingers to the others. Of course, they all expressed their counterview with eye rolls and snorting. "And my point is- drum roll please!" There was no drum roll, just staring. "Tsk, you guys suck" The needy psychic clicked his tongue.

Shawn pretentiously lifted his hands and placed the Jessica Rabbit fingers on the each side of his head. "I got a vision that our poison murdering cop shooting suspect is a dirty rat."

"Shawn, that doesn't make any-"

"Ah, ah, ah- My gift often comes in complexity that ordinary people cannot comprehend. You need to decipher it." The psychic cut off O'Hara's words and smirked. "I'm also getting that our suspect is in somewhere dark, wet and stinky."

"Like your place?" Gus joked.

"My place is clean like a baby in a stall." Shawn said triumphantly while none of the rest three understood why he was smirking. That didn't make any sense. "And no. He can't see sky, he's covered, he's under the ground, six feet under, not the show- but sidebar, Michael C. Hall is a great actor, anyway. Our suspect is, where is our suspect, he is-"

"Blind?" "Killed?" "Underground?" The audiences replied at the same moment.

"Thank you, Jules! And the gold star goes to…" Shawn waved his fingers in the air rotating them. They stopped pointing at detective O'Hara for a second who apparently said the correct answer, then jerked back to point Shawn himself. "…me! Because I divined the location of the suspect with my awesome gift."

"He is hiding underground?" Juliet asked while the other two listeners rolled their eyes. "But how?"

"Wait, O'Hara. I think I've got something." Lassiter turned around to his computer. He entered some commands into the machine, overlapping another map on the screen. The city's sewer system plan. And according to the map, there were manholes near where Garrison appeared. "Sewer. Dark, wet, stink and underground… Is that what your vision meant, Spencer? That Mark Garrison is-"

"-Mark Garrison is under the sewerage!" Shawn yelled out cutting off the detective. Then he cocked up his chin arrogantly.

"That's it! That's why he hasn't been caught! Because nobody could see him under the sewerage!" said Juliet looking into the map too.

"Well then, case closed! Now we know the killer is hiding in the sewer under the whole wide city!" Lassiter exclaimed sarcastically with a fake smile.

"Wow, you are all about clouds, aren't you? You know what you should watch? Silver Lining Playbook. You need to see the bright side of the life." Shawn waved his hands as if he could show the positivity in the air to the pessimistic, grumpy detective.

"Bright side doesn't solve the case, Spencer." Lassiter commented standing up from the seat. Then he scowled at the brunet before turning to his partner. "I'll go talk to the chief. See if you can find any lead on this sewerage theory."