Shawn Made Lassie Do a Funny Thing
Title: Shawn Made Lassy do a Funny Thing
Author: aseret_kitsune
Rating: PG-13ish
Words: 482
Characters Involved: Shawn, Lassiter, and Juliet
Paring: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassy)
Summary: Shawn sometimes likes messing with people, especially after something big and emotionally taxing.
Warnings: Slash, male nudity, and small hints of adult activities.
Disclaimer: Nothing within belongs to me, I merely play with other’s characters.
Notes: Takes place after “Lassy did a bad, bad thing”. I really don’t know what to say about this except the last scene popped into my head and, well, a small little ficlet was formed.
Juliet was more excited than she had been in a long time, which was saying something because the junior detective could be quite exuberant about things. Today her partner, her real partner, was coming back and they’d bust criminals together again. Good old Carlton.
Good old Carlton, who never opened any doors for her, never let her drive, didn’t bring her things, and if he ever complimented her it was under the guise of a gibe.
Yep, good old Carlton. Juliet couldn’t wait.
…
Carlton Lassiter stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. As he started to dry himself off another pair of hands reached out from behind him and grabbed the towel, dropping it to the floor.
“I have work to get to, you know,” Carlton said as a mouth assaulted his neck in a way he found difficult to protest.
“Mm, weren’t you going on a vacation?” Shawn questioned, hands roaming the other man’s slick body.
“Trust me, work is a vacation for me.”
Shawn turned him around and planted his hands firmly on Carlton’s waist. With a smug, you-can’t-resist-me grin on his face he offered, “Take some time off and you can have me any way you want. The spirits told me how much you liked that pineapple lotion last night.”
Carlton leaned down and kissed Shawn, running his fingers through the other man’s wet hair. He broke off much too soon, however, and Shawn let out a little whine as Carlton went to go get dressed.
Shawn followed him into the bedroom, making sure the process took longer than it normally would. By the time he was just putting on his tie, and Shawn had thankfully donned a pair of boxers if nothing else, Carlton was already five minutes late.
“Next time I’ll take a day off just for you,” Carlton promised.
“Next time as in the next time you’re framed for murder?” Shawn wondered. Carlton gave him an exasperated-yet-slightly-amused-how-could-he-not-be look. “Right. I’m holding you to that.”
“I’m sure.”
As he was about to walk out the front door Shawn stopped him and held out a white paper bag. He put it in Carlton’s hands with a smile that seemed innocent, which clearly meant he was up to something.
“One for you and one for Jules,” he explained.
…
Carlton walked into the station and Juliet, smiling broadly, practically ran over to him. She almost threw her arms around him but just barely managed to keep her touchy-feely urges in check.
“It is so good to have you back,” she greeted.
“Good to be back, O’Hara. Here.” He gave her the bag and went over to his desk.
“What is this?” she asked in confusion.
“Cupcakes,” he called back over his shoulder.
Juliet clutched the bag tightly and started worrying about pod people or the possibility of Drimmer snatching her partner’s body like on The X-Files.
Author: aseret_kitsune
Rating: PG-13ish
Words: 482
Characters Involved: Shawn, Lassiter, and Juliet
Paring: Shawn/Lassiter (Shassy)
Summary: Shawn sometimes likes messing with people, especially after something big and emotionally taxing.
Warnings: Slash, male nudity, and small hints of adult activities.
Disclaimer: Nothing within belongs to me, I merely play with other’s characters.
Notes: Takes place after “Lassy did a bad, bad thing”. I really don’t know what to say about this except the last scene popped into my head and, well, a small little ficlet was formed.
Juliet was more excited than she had been in a long time, which was saying something because the junior detective could be quite exuberant about things. Today her partner, her real partner, was coming back and they’d bust criminals together again. Good old Carlton.
Good old Carlton, who never opened any doors for her, never let her drive, didn’t bring her things, and if he ever complimented her it was under the guise of a gibe.
Yep, good old Carlton. Juliet couldn’t wait.
…
Carlton Lassiter stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. As he started to dry himself off another pair of hands reached out from behind him and grabbed the towel, dropping it to the floor.
“I have work to get to, you know,” Carlton said as a mouth assaulted his neck in a way he found difficult to protest.
“Mm, weren’t you going on a vacation?” Shawn questioned, hands roaming the other man’s slick body.
“Trust me, work is a vacation for me.”
Shawn turned him around and planted his hands firmly on Carlton’s waist. With a smug, you-can’t-resist-me grin on his face he offered, “Take some time off and you can have me any way you want. The spirits told me how much you liked that pineapple lotion last night.”
Carlton leaned down and kissed Shawn, running his fingers through the other man’s wet hair. He broke off much too soon, however, and Shawn let out a little whine as Carlton went to go get dressed.
Shawn followed him into the bedroom, making sure the process took longer than it normally would. By the time he was just putting on his tie, and Shawn had thankfully donned a pair of boxers if nothing else, Carlton was already five minutes late.
“Next time I’ll take a day off just for you,” Carlton promised.
“Next time as in the next time you’re framed for murder?” Shawn wondered. Carlton gave him an exasperated-yet-slightly-amused-how-could-he-not-be look. “Right. I’m holding you to that.”
“I’m sure.”
As he was about to walk out the front door Shawn stopped him and held out a white paper bag. He put it in Carlton’s hands with a smile that seemed innocent, which clearly meant he was up to something.
“One for you and one for Jules,” he explained.
…
Carlton walked into the station and Juliet, smiling broadly, practically ran over to him. She almost threw her arms around him but just barely managed to keep her touchy-feely urges in check.
“It is so good to have you back,” she greeted.
“Good to be back, O’Hara. Here.” He gave her the bag and went over to his desk.
“What is this?” she asked in confusion.
“Cupcakes,” he called back over his shoulder.
Juliet clutched the bag tightly and started worrying about pod people or the possibility of Drimmer snatching her partner’s body like on The X-Files.