A/N: Here's another update! Sorry things are going slow... and probably no updates all during May, as I have so many tests that it's not even funny. So, see you all for a while! D: As always, read and review. :)
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song.
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake.
Then…
The younger man leaned back into his boyfriend, wholeheartedly returning the kiss. He smiled as well, and then noticed the moon on the nearby lake.
"Can I have this dance?" he asked, shyly.
Lassiter nodded, and then guided them carefully down to the shore. He felt the fake psychic's hands slowly make their way up and around his neck. The older man held back a laugh as he shifted his hands down to Shawn's waist.
"We're almost as bad as high schoolers," he murmured softly.
"But you're way better than anyone I could ever get in high school."
The head detective felt the mess of brown hair lean against his chest, and he squeezed his arms tighter.
As Shawn began to sway to an unheard rhythm, Lassiter just followed. He had learned that to dance with his boyfriend, he could have the man's position but he would just have to follow the motions. And they had ended up dancing a lot more than the older man had previously thought.
Bright hazel eyes suddenly met his blue ones as Shawn whispered something softly.
"Huh?"
"I said, I love you, Carlton."
September saw a month of tears.
I'm glad you weren't here to see that.
Now…
Tom Blair's had been almost as welcoming as home. And though he had promised Shawn a billion times to never go without a designated driver, Lassiter walked into the bar to greet a tall bottle of scotch. As the head detective downed the first cup and felt the scorch of alcohol down his throat, he could feel the first wave of tears coming on.
He could only try to blink them back.
He wasn't going to be a weepy drunk tonight.