16. Questioning
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"Lassifrass?"
Lassiter looked up from the work he'd brought home with him and peered around his computer screen so he could see his boyfr-his Shawn. Shawn was sprawled out on the couch, idly sliding a metal slinky from palm to palm, and looking reflectively at his bare chest. That was weird. Not the Shawn being half naked thing-that happened all the time. But he had no idea where the slinky had come from. Lassiter had never owned one in his life and he knew that Shawn hadn't had it on him when he'd arrived. Weird.
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"What?"
"Does it ever make you sad that I don't have boobs?" Clink. "Because I'm fine with the fact that you don't have boobs."
Lassiter gaped at him. "What?"
Shawn was still looking down at his chest, the corners of his mouth turned down in a small frown.
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"Boobs, Lassie. You know, those fun things girls have. Does it ever make you sad that I don't have them?" Clink. Clink. "Because I know that you were used to them and they can be addictive and if you have an addiction, I think I should know about it so that I can start planning the theme for the intervention. I'm thinking Mexican fiesta, but what are your feelings on The Facts of Life?" Clink. Clink. "Maybe we could find a Mrs. Garret impersonator to lead things. Are there Mrs. Garret impersonators?"
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"Shawn." Lassiter said. Shawn didn't look at him and the frown was definitely a little worried.
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"Shawn." He tried again, this time a little more firmly. Shawn was staring at his slinky now, but his head was tilted toward Carlton. "I don't care that you don't have boobs. You're fine the way you are."
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He was still frowning.
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"Shawn," he said quietly, "We're fine. You and me? Us? It's all fine. More than fine, even. It's borderline perfect."
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"I'm happy with you, Shawn."
Shawn didn't say anything, but the frown eased and he nodded once. Lassiter turned back to his work.
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"Hey, Lassipants?"
Carlton bit back a sigh. He was never going to finish at this rate.
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"What, Spencer," he growled, peeking out from behind his computer again. The leer Shawn flashed him was downright obscene.
"You wanna play with my slinky?"
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Kristin: Oh, Shawn. You are a silly, insecure man. "You wanna play with my slinky" is possibly the worst innuendo in the history of ever. Not entirely happy with this one, but Friday was One Of Those Days and I needed some levity in my life.
PeanutTree-That sounds like quite a story. I think it's just a disconnect for me because I used to live across from a peanut field, so I keep thinking 'wait...peanuts don't grow on trees'. But since when do usernames have to make sense? Thanks! It seems like most people either ignore their relationship or only focus on the negative, so I wanted to do something different.
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