I wanna be sedated (fic for det_lassiter)
Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated
"You cannot live in a world like that one, man. I get it, the sky is grey and that's depressing. Greyhounds are, well, grey too, and when you make a bet and your hound looses that sure is depressing too. And let's just not mention those cruel grey hairs that are clearly not on your hair styling future. Horrible, even if your thick irish headbush won't ever suffer them. But you know what? There's lots of awesome grey stuff too. Seals, for example. Or Visage's song, "Fade To Gray"! ... Or... Elephants. See my point? You can't live in a black or white world; grey areas are worth being explored, dude! Put on your pants, open the door and go live the experience! Grasp the moment! Climb on your desk and salute your captain!"
The pornstache twitched lightly as it's owner contemplated the idea.
"No." The man, Carl Mr PerfectAss Cop or something, said as he pulled his pants on.
Shawn sighed like only frustrated 18 year old boys manage to sigh. Heavily. Trying to make perfectly clear how much of a stubborn pain in the ass his host was, even more so than the literal, slippery good-bad-oh, so good pain he had been not long ago.
He let himself fall back on the pile of sheets Carl had neatly made not even 20 minutes ago. It was nothing but a cozy and wet patched nest now. That didn't amused him, judging Carl's huffing -maybe it was a tic?-; the man kept huffing and puffing, like a mad man trying to bring down the house of some imaginary pig.
"So, what are your plans?" The big bad wolf wannabe asked.
"Plans?" He turned on his spot and rested his feet on the bed head. "Well, I'm hoping to find some confiscated pot to entertain myself for the loooooooooong boring day. Seriously dude, how come you don't even have a tv? Are you an alien from Boringlame-Land?"
Carl glared and sort of growled, not even bothering to repeat again there was no pot in his humble law-following apartment. And it looked like he wasn't lying; Shawn had already searched the whole place and there was not even the slightest piece of confiscated illegal stuff in the property. Not even hidden library fines. It was obvious that being a police officer didn't pay much.
Or maybe Carl's balls were scrunched up inside like dried plums in fear of getting caught snatching some?
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
To top things up, he was clearly a rookie. The teenager had deducted that watching the officer's scared kitty behavior during the couple of unbelievably long hours he had spent in a holding cell thanks to his always loving father. Henry was trying to kick Tony Micelli's butt as Dad of the Decade, he so knew that.
But, back to Carl's sexy bushy chest; why couldn't he hit on wealthy guys?? Clearly, he hadn't learn anything from Liz Lewis at school. Or perhaps he was too busy being out of her league. Or perhaps--
"You seriously have no where else to stay?"
The question brought him back from the high school world he had left not long ago at all.
"Dude, my Dad turned me in. He locked me up. He's probably still digesting the key along with his third donut of the day. Do you honestly think I'm going back to his place?"
"What about your Mother?"
Shawn pressed his lips, turning them to a thin line made of a lighter shade of pink. The rookie stood awkwardly in the doorway, mid buttoning up his black uniform, clearly uncomfortable over the first serious look the barely of age boy had given him. He quickly shook his head and focused back on staring at his hands, as if his fingers needed an exaggerated amount of directing over that simple task.
"Any friends?"
He couldn't call Gus. Not yet, at least. He was still in his college honey moon stage, enjoying a non stop studying time with a bunch of people who believe they're grown ups even though Mommy and Daddy pay for them to work their eyelids off.
He'll send Gus a postcard and casually mention his first jail story it in a couple of weeks or so.
He could hear Carl toying with his keys in his pocket, looking pretty torn, clearly debating if it was a good idea to leave a total stranger -who had had a pretty close encounter with his private bits to be truly considered a stranger- or if he was leaving a totally innocent and abandoned kid.
The allegedly innocent kid jumped off the bed and marched right towards him. Carl was already flinching away. If there was something Shawn had noticed, is that for a guy who was getting the most awesome breakup rebound, jail-bait blowjob ever, Carl could still feel horribly guilty about it.
His pornstache stood up like one scared cat as the teenager cupped the back of his neck and their lips met roughly, Carl's mouth scrunched up disapprovingly as Shawn squeezed his ass, but soon melting into the kiss, his hand testing the young man's waist before finding it's place there.
The kiss didn't last long, they'd had enough of them since Carl had waken him up, and the man was like some doll, who, instead of calling for his Momma couldn't stop repeating how he was late for work.
"Thanks for letting me crash here." Shawn whispered not quite meeting the older man's eyes. Barely passing by them, successfully mimicking the awkwardness judging the way Carl's mouth turned upwards into a soft, knowing smile.
"It's okay, you had nowhere to go and your father never came to pick you up."
"Not to mention that you got some dick sucking thanks to that."
Oh, yes, that earned him one 'we do it and enjoy it but don't speak about it' glare.
"Don't forget to bring some confiscated pot!" Shawn cheerfully pointed out as the man left the tiny, cheap apartment with half of his ex-girlfriend's pictures still fighting to stay on the walls and coffee table. Shawn lost no time and started nosing around the place, as openly as he had been doing it in front of it's owner.
It was sure going to be a long trip to his mother's house. He would need some cash to make it there and probably he'd need to go back to Henry's for some clothes and--AHA! A hidden compartment on the back of the socks drawer? Dude, he's so making fun of Carl later!
But he'll give him some kudos too. Shawn had overestimated you, Carl. Kudos for having some balls after all.
At least now he's got some pot to entertain himself before he takes the first step of what's going to be the rest of his life.
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated
"You cannot live in a world like that one, man. I get it, the sky is grey and that's depressing. Greyhounds are, well, grey too, and when you make a bet and your hound looses that sure is depressing too. And let's just not mention those cruel grey hairs that are clearly not on your hair styling future. Horrible, even if your thick irish headbush won't ever suffer them. But you know what? There's lots of awesome grey stuff too. Seals, for example. Or Visage's song, "Fade To Gray"! ... Or... Elephants. See my point? You can't live in a black or white world; grey areas are worth being explored, dude! Put on your pants, open the door and go live the experience! Grasp the moment! Climb on your desk and salute your captain!"
The pornstache twitched lightly as it's owner contemplated the idea.
"No." The man, Carl Mr PerfectAss Cop or something, said as he pulled his pants on.
Shawn sighed like only frustrated 18 year old boys manage to sigh. Heavily. Trying to make perfectly clear how much of a stubborn pain in the ass his host was, even more so than the literal, slippery good-bad-oh, so good pain he had been not long ago.
He let himself fall back on the pile of sheets Carl had neatly made not even 20 minutes ago. It was nothing but a cozy and wet patched nest now. That didn't amused him, judging Carl's huffing -maybe it was a tic?-; the man kept huffing and puffing, like a mad man trying to bring down the house of some imaginary pig.
"So, what are your plans?" The big bad wolf wannabe asked.
"Plans?" He turned on his spot and rested his feet on the bed head. "Well, I'm hoping to find some confiscated pot to entertain myself for the loooooooooong boring day. Seriously dude, how come you don't even have a tv? Are you an alien from Boringlame-Land?"
Carl glared and sort of growled, not even bothering to repeat again there was no pot in his humble law-following apartment. And it looked like he wasn't lying; Shawn had already searched the whole place and there was not even the slightest piece of confiscated illegal stuff in the property. Not even hidden library fines. It was obvious that being a police officer didn't pay much.
Or maybe Carl's balls were scrunched up inside like dried plums in fear of getting caught snatching some?
Laaaaaaaaaaaaaaame.
To top things up, he was clearly a rookie. The teenager had deducted that watching the officer's scared kitty behavior during the couple of unbelievably long hours he had spent in a holding cell thanks to his always loving father. Henry was trying to kick Tony Micelli's butt as Dad of the Decade, he so knew that.
But, back to Carl's sexy bushy chest; why couldn't he hit on wealthy guys?? Clearly, he hadn't learn anything from Liz Lewis at school. Or perhaps he was too busy being out of her league. Or perhaps--
"You seriously have no where else to stay?"
The question brought him back from the high school world he had left not long ago at all.
"Dude, my Dad turned me in. He locked me up. He's probably still digesting the key along with his third donut of the day. Do you honestly think I'm going back to his place?"
"What about your Mother?"
Shawn pressed his lips, turning them to a thin line made of a lighter shade of pink. The rookie stood awkwardly in the doorway, mid buttoning up his black uniform, clearly uncomfortable over the first serious look the barely of age boy had given him. He quickly shook his head and focused back on staring at his hands, as if his fingers needed an exaggerated amount of directing over that simple task.
"Any friends?"
He couldn't call Gus. Not yet, at least. He was still in his college honey moon stage, enjoying a non stop studying time with a bunch of people who believe they're grown ups even though Mommy and Daddy pay for them to work their eyelids off.
He'll send Gus a postcard and casually mention his first jail story it in a couple of weeks or so.
He could hear Carl toying with his keys in his pocket, looking pretty torn, clearly debating if it was a good idea to leave a total stranger -who had had a pretty close encounter with his private bits to be truly considered a stranger- or if he was leaving a totally innocent and abandoned kid.
The allegedly innocent kid jumped off the bed and marched right towards him. Carl was already flinching away. If there was something Shawn had noticed, is that for a guy who was getting the most awesome breakup rebound, jail-bait blowjob ever, Carl could still feel horribly guilty about it.
His pornstache stood up like one scared cat as the teenager cupped the back of his neck and their lips met roughly, Carl's mouth scrunched up disapprovingly as Shawn squeezed his ass, but soon melting into the kiss, his hand testing the young man's waist before finding it's place there.
The kiss didn't last long, they'd had enough of them since Carl had waken him up, and the man was like some doll, who, instead of calling for his Momma couldn't stop repeating how he was late for work.
"Thanks for letting me crash here." Shawn whispered not quite meeting the older man's eyes. Barely passing by them, successfully mimicking the awkwardness judging the way Carl's mouth turned upwards into a soft, knowing smile.
"It's okay, you had nowhere to go and your father never came to pick you up."
"Not to mention that you got some dick sucking thanks to that."
Oh, yes, that earned him one 'we do it and enjoy it but don't speak about it' glare.
"Don't forget to bring some confiscated pot!" Shawn cheerfully pointed out as the man left the tiny, cheap apartment with half of his ex-girlfriend's pictures still fighting to stay on the walls and coffee table. Shawn lost no time and started nosing around the place, as openly as he had been doing it in front of it's owner.
It was sure going to be a long trip to his mother's house. He would need some cash to make it there and probably he'd need to go back to Henry's for some clothes and--AHA! A hidden compartment on the back of the socks drawer? Dude, he's so making fun of Carl later!
But he'll give him some kudos too. Shawn had overestimated you, Carl. Kudos for having some balls after all.
At least now he's got some pot to entertain himself before he takes the first step of what's going to be the rest of his life.