A/N: Sorry for late update... :I This is my first smut and it's... well, harder than I thought. I'm not sure I'm making sense at all *nervous breakdown laughs* Anyway, next chapter is the last one... so.


Lassiter cupped Shawn's face gently as possible as leaning in closer. Through the half fell open mouth his tongue entered and entwined with Shawn's. As he recalled from the afternoon, the kiss was warm. And also beardy… which somewhat made it even better. Lassiter felt the rough skin of the other man, and the lips that would not stop unless he put something to keep it quiet- for instance, a lot of, not just a lot but a lot enough to physically disable Shawn's mouth to function, or like a tongue to stop him- He couldn't see the reaction of Shawn since he just closed his eyes. He didn't want to think about what he should do next, how things would turn out between them or anything. He had done with thoughts. He just wanted to kiss Shawn. And he wanted Shawn to respond in a positive way.

At first he did. A muffled moan escaped from his throat encouraging the detective. He ran his hand through Lassiter's tidy up hair ruffling it with the tender, baby like fingertips. They sank in breathing through each other. The initial warmth of kiss suddenly took a turn and spiked to passionate heat. Lassiter could feel their heartbeat synced. It traveled through his spine making him tremble intensifying his desire. And he hoped Shawn to feel the same thing.

"W-wait, Lassie." But Shawn pulled away making a gap between the two.

"What?" He almost whispered still leaned on closely to the other man.

"Um, you really wanna do this?"

Lassiter pulled back too. A little frown occupied his face wrinkling the forehead. That question ruined the mood. "I am doing it."

"No, I mean," Shawn looked around the alleyway they were standing. "You wanna do this in here? Not that I've never done it before. Actually there's this time when me and my friend had a little jumble rumble in an empty dumpster…"

"Hold on. Are you saying you violated-"

"Yes."

"In a dumpster?"

"Yep. And I'm telling you, it's really cozy in there." Shawn shrugged carelessly. "And I don't mind doing it again."

"I'd rather wear a tight short to work."

"Well, both of those options work for me."

"Spencer, there's no way in hell I'm going inside the dumpster." Lassiter said with a stern look, stopping Shawn before he says anything. "And I'm not gonna wear a tight short."

"Aw, that's too shame. Your legs need some air and sunshine." Shawn pouted. "How about my place? It's around the corner."

Lassiter wondered how they ended up so conveniently close to Shawn's apartment. Maybe Spencer manipulated me while he was babbling, he thought idly. "How's that different from dumpsters?"

"It's bigger and has TV?"

"We are not going to your place."

"What if I convince you to?"

"Good luck with that." Lassiter snorted.

"Oh, I don't need luck." Shawn grinned big and wrapped his arms around the taller detective's neck. "'cause I can be very persuasive, like a fuzzy little bunny with a great hair." Then he pulled Lassiter closer and kissed him passionately. Lassiter involuntarily made a pleased sound. Shawn was right; he could be very persuasive with the tongue. Other thoughts vanished from his mind. He just wanted to make out with Shawn for hours in any available place- even in a dumpster.

Lassiter let out a groan as Shawn pulled away again with a smug face. Taking Shawn by the arm, he dragged the psychic down to the street. "Let's go." He said briefly.

"Told you so. Now say it, Lassie, that I have the greatest hair throughout all the time and space."

"Shut up."

They headed to a small building without words. It was a bit of an awkward walk. Shawn leaded the way to his place swinging his arms jollily and Lassiter followed him holding his forearm, and had no choice but joining in to the arm swinging. They walked in a relaxed speed… well, at least one of them did. Shawn was obviously taking steps in a slow deliberately. He's such a tease, Lassiter thought pinching the leading man in the forearm.

"Ow!" Shawn wiggled out from the grab and gave a frown to the taller man.

"You walk too slow." explained Lassiter.

"This is my fast walk!"

"Then walk faster." Lassiter ordered sternly.

"Man, you have a controlling issue." Muttering, Shawn clicked his tongue and held the hand of Lassiter.

Lassiter almost flinched with the warmth of the hand. It was different from the time Shawn grabbed his hand trying to read the palm. Holding hand in this way was way better. Flushing Lassiter let the psychic to lead the way


They reached the apartment few minutes later. And Lassiter raised a brow as he witnessed the living room which was a generous expression since the place had the different structure than Lassiter was accustomed to. There were a ridiculously big TV and an ivory-colored sofa facing each other. The sofa oddly gave a suspicion that it was once a white when it was made. Behind the sofa, there was a semi-kitchen, a table covered with bags of snacks, microwave and toaster. The real kitchen was out of sight from where he was standing but he was sure that he didn't want to see it. Around the walls, there were shelves filled with random books and magazines, toys and other things that didn't seem like anything but junks to Lassiter. And most importantly, there was clothes lying and hanging around everywhere. When he spotted a big popcorn machine, Lassiter turned to Shawn and gave him 'Please tell me your place is robbed' look.

"No, I did not get robbed. This place is a whole lot better than the last one." Shawn pouted. "And please note that my father just got here and it's cleaner than usual."

"Sure."

"Really. Um, just be careful with my pet rat Tom. I also had a cat name Jerry but he-"

Lassiter groaned in annoyance and kissed Shawn to shut him up. It was the best way to keep Spencer from babbling on and on. A small chuckle rolled out between Shawn's lips as they moved to the couch and fell down. Somehow Lassiter was on his back. He didn't like the positioning. He tried to flip it but there were few problems; the couch was small, and Shawn was a lot heavier than he expected. It was as if Shawn was trying to manhandle him. Oh, that's not gonna happen. He struggled to find his way out of Spencer's weirdly strong arms and to position him on the top.

Shawn made a weird face. "This is not a competition, Lassie. We're making out, not solving a crime which is kinda off from the definition of competition 'cause I always win."

"I found out that Garrison was the killer first."

"…Touché."

Huh, Spencer said touché. That's really therapeutic. Lassiter thought idly.

"Anyway, pineapple it up, Detective! Just relax." Shawn leaned closer. But instead of kissing, he sank his teeth on the detective's neck. A pleasant sound leaked out from Lassiter's lips. "It's not a competition."

Feeling hot breath right on his skin, Lassiter almost groaned lowly. "I know."

"You know?" Shawn pulled away slowly and wiggled the eyebrows playfully.

The sensation Lassiter was experiencing drove his mind to blank. He didn't even notice that Shawn had already got rid of the tie and unbuttoned the white shirts on Lassiter. Snickering, he opened up the shirts and ran his hands down on the hairy chest. Then slowly, Shawn moved his fingers to the exposed nipples of Lassiter. His touch was gentle. He played them for few seconds before placing his lips on one of it. Shawn grazed it softly. A lightening-like pleasure went through the cop making his cock grow hard.

"S-Spencer," Gasping, Lassiter looked up the brunet who was now grinning. "I'm not s-sure where you are trying to go with that."

"Oh, don't you worry, Lassiepants." Shawn chuckled reaching to the waist of the detective. His eyes still locked on Lassiter's, he easily unbuckled the pants. Lassiter flinched slightly as Shawn slid further down his hand to the crotch. He gently rubbed the fabric of the dress pants. The touch of the obvious erection by Shawn was good enough to make Lassiter to gulp in a mixture of lust and tension. "I surely know where this is going." The devilish psychic smiled sheepishly.

"Wait, wait, are you-" He couldn't end the sentence as Shawn's hand slid down beneath the boxer and pumped his cock few times under the pants. A short breath spilled out from him. Closing his eyes, Lassiter leaned back shivering with the pleasure. It was much better than the obscure, blurry dream. Shawn was skilled than he thought. The pace of stroking was fast generally, but it slowed down once in a while moving down fully then springing up swiftly. While his hand is on work, his lips played with Lassiter's sensitive nipple. After few more strokes, Shawn moved down freeing the cock from the fabric. He flashed a cheeky smile to the other man and sucked in Lassiter with full length. Lassiter swallowed a moan grabbing the couch as hard as he could.

"Relax, Carlton." Shawn chuckled with a heavy breath, not wasting any time pumping the cock with his hand while he took some breath.

"I am relaxed." Carlton replied started to feeling the pressure running through his spine to the crouch. "Spencer, you should slow down." He said breathing deep trying to hold back.

"How about we move this to the bedroom?" said Shawn standing up from the detective. The bulge on his jean was obvious. Like it was nothing, Shawn simply removed the jean and threw it away, somehow managed to not fall down heading to the room.

"Is that a starfish?" Lassiter asked with a frown staring at the other man's underpants. There was a big red starfish picture on it.

"The most magnificent creature on the sea!" exclaimed Shawn from the other room. "I mean, it's a star-shaped!"

Lassiter shook his head slightly feeling stupid to even ask. He stood up from the couch and took off his pants too, followed Shawn with awkward step- It was really hard to walk when the cock is fully erect. And as he entered the room he was attacked by the little brunet and tackled down to the bed. "Spencer!" He snarled angrily wiggling under the other man.

Shawn laughed foolishly. "Hello, Lassie." Then he put a kiss on frowning man's cheek.

"Get off, Spencer." Lassiter pushed him away growling.

"I just gave you a blow job and you still call me Spencer?"

"I will call you Spencer no matter what."

"You're a hell of a grumpypants, Lassieface." Pouting, Shawn hopped up and feigned a sigh. "Maybe because you haven't had sex in five months."

Lassiter stared at Shawn with shock. "What- how did you-"

"Hello? Head Psychic Detective SBPD?" Shawn placed his fingers on the temples with a mischievous smile.

"You're just a consultant." grumbled Lassiter looking up at the psychic with a frown.

"Oh, we'll see, Detective Lassiter, we'll see." Snickering lightly, Shawn unbuttoned his lime and white plaid shirts and tossed it on the pile of clothes. 'el mio sopa encanta' shirts left on his body, he pulled it up and threw it away too. Now he had nothing but the starfish underpants.

Lassiter watched the process lazily lying on the bed. His eyes followed the smooth waistline down to the thigh to calf. Shawn had a nice body for who had eating habits of teenager and seriously lacked exercise. "Whatever you're planning, Spencer, there's no way in hell I'm gonna let you have that title."

"My extrasensory perception begs to differ." Shawn replied literally throwing himself on the bed. "Anyway, since we're gonna go down this road till the end… Lassie, this is your first time with a guy, right?" asked him casually, lifting his legs in the air so that he could remove the pants.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Lassiter looked away and answered. "…Yes."

"Okay, I'll do the ground work, then." Shawn sat up on the bed and reached for the nightstand standing and supporting a tower of magazines weakly. He drew the bottom drawer and took out a condom and a bottle of transparent liquid. Shawn tossed the condom to the detective. "Always use the condom." Then he opened the bottle squeezing out the drop on his index finger, then stretched out on the bed. Lassiter didn't know how the homosexual sex exactly work but he had the basic idea. That bottle must be the lubricant, he thought.

Shawn lifted his legs a bit again. With his tongue stuck out slightly between his lips, he reached down to his bottom and started to rub around the hole. He worked on it slowly and carefully. Then after taking a deep breath, Shawn poked the finger to the inside, rotating it with mild pace. The expression on his face was weird, slightly embarrassed maybe. But soon it drastically changed to pleasured with orgasm. He started to pace and sweat as he continued on putting the second finger. Moaning quietly, Shawn slid in his fingers deeper. A minute later, he took out the fingers and turned to Lassiter. "We're good to go." He said stroking his cock in slow pace.

Both bewildered and turned on by what he just saw, Lassiter nodded briefly. He jerked his cock few time till it got hard enough, and put the condom. He moved toward Shawn, but hesitated before doing anything. He knew what to do- It was obvious, actually- but didn't know what to do at the same time. "Uh, Spencer, I don't really-"

"Oh, come on, Lassie! I did all the work!" whined Shawn sitting up from the bed again. Pouting, he let out a sigh pushing Lassiter down to the bed. "Okay, fine. It's your first time, I get it."

"Spencer, what-"

"Don't move." He hissed at the detective, almost jumping up on the man. Carefully, he moved down to the dripping hard dick, and slid its tip in his hole. The more he went down, Shawn let out half-moan, half-curse under his breath.

It was tight, and heated. Lassiter jerked involuntarily bucking up his hip. He could swear to sweet lady Justice that his body wasn't in his control anymore. Oh, God, he mumbled inside his head. Shawn breathed heavily moving down in mild pace. The expression in his face was oddly amusing; longing and a slight pain. Then suddenly he pumped up and down his hip literally fucking himself. Shawn leaned toward Lassiter and kissed him hungrily.

Chuckling, Shawn moved to the junction of Lassiter's shoulder and neck. "Carlton, you're making really funny face right now." He whispered on the skin nipping on it. Shawn moved softly on top of Lassiter, hitting the spot for himself. Time to time he gave a kiss to the detective.

"Shut u- God, Spencer, I'm close." Lassiter grunted lowly feeling his cock filled up with hot, pleasuring pressure. He clawed the sheet trying to hold back.

"Alrighty." Shawn came up from the making the kiss marks and grinned stupidly big. Then he moved his hips back and forth, closing his eyes with a light moan.

Lassiter let out a short gasp as his cock couldn't bare the pressure anymore and came inside Shawn. He shut his eyes feeling the relief and fatigue after coming. "Fuck, Spencer…"

Still grinning, Shawn lifted himself from the wet dick of Lassiter and then fell down on the bed with his back. "You okay there, Lassie?" Shawn asked with a heavy breath, started to jerking off.

Exhausted, Lassiter lazily turned his eyes to Shawn. "Yeah." He gazed the brunet, more exactly the repeated pumping around the crotch. Out of blue, probably drunk with the orgasm he just had, Lassiter asked blankly. "You want some hand?"

Shawn stopped, seemed obviously surprised. Lassiter took that as 'yes'. He reached to the other man's and placed his palm around it, while his eyes locked on Shawn's face. Shawn almost hissed inhaling the air. Satisfied with the reaction, Lassiter leisurely stroked the cock covered with pre-cum. Then he gradually fastened the speed, pumping it to the top and down fully.

"Holy shit…" Shawn murmured gaspingly shutting his eyes closed.

Lassiter forced his body to lift and moved his head to the crotch. He gulped with a hesitation staring at the cock before swallowing it down to his throat. He closed his eyes feeling the weird taste- salty but sweet at the same time- of pre-cum. Lassiter bobbed his lips up and down sucking Shawn. The sounds escaped from Shawn's control were oddly satisfying. Choked and gasping, Shawn squirmed helplessly.

"L-Lassie, Carlton, I can't-" A voice was squeezed out from Shawn. Lassiter quickly pulled away before Shawn came all over his crotch and stomach. He didn't want to get covered in other man's sperm- even though he just sucked a dick and tasted the pre-cum.

Lassiter fell down on the bed feebly, letting out a sigh. Not a sigh-sigh but satisfied 'I'm done' sigh. It should be panicking, because he just had a sex with Spencer. But his brain was pretty much out of function. The only thing he could think of was that the sex was good. Lazily, he removed the condom filled with cum but couldn't find a place to throw it away.

"Lassie, can you pass me the tissue?" Shawn asked from the other side of the bed. Lassiter turned his eyes, found the psychic looking down at himself covered with cum. "This is a mess."

Lassiter snorted. "You're whole place is mess." He looked around and spotted the tissue down on the floor. He grabbed it and took some to cover the condom, and passed it to Shawn.

Shawn took the tissue and cleaned his body. "You didn't mention it when I was kissing you."

"I thought it was a mess. Aren't you supposed to read my mind or something?" countered Lassiter.

"You're sexy vibe was getting in my perception." Shawn said with a flirting chuckle.

Too tired to come up any sarcastic comments, Lassiter just let it slide away. He just gave a shrug.

"Ugh, tissue was a bad idea. I'm gonna hit the shower." Shawn mumbled looking down at his belly now pieces of paper tissues stuck on the skin. He hopped from the bed and turned to Lassiter. "Aren't you gonna come?"

Lassiter gave him a quizzical look. "I don't think so. That's too much Spencer at a day. I'll take it later."

"Oh, no. Not like that." Shawn shook his head. "The clean water only runs for 5 minutes and after that you need to wait for an hour and a half."

"Please tell me this place follows California Building Standards."

"This place follows California Building Standards." Shawn responded with a smirk.

Lassiter narrowed his eyes on Spencer. "You're just repeating my words, aren't you?"

"Probably."

"Let's just go to a seedy hotel next time." Lassiter sighed standing up from the bed.

"There's next time?" grinned Shawn.

"… Shut up, Spencer."