Fic: You Shook Me All Night Long short 4/?
Here's the forth short in 'Yet More Shassie Shorts'. I hope you guys enjoy it!!
-Squeedle
You really took me and you
shook me all night long.
You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC
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He needed it, needed it like he needed oxygen to live. He didn’t understand why he needed it or why the need was so great but he didn’t care. He just knew that if he didn’t get it soon he’d spontaneously combust due to all the pent up, overwhelming feelings he’d been having for the passed six months, three weeks, four days, seventeen hours, and fifty-two minutes (yes, he’d been counting) so he hopped onto his motorcycle and drove.
It’s not as if he didn’t try to get rid of the insatiable, overpowering need. He’d been to numerous bars and strip clubs seeking a way to forget about it, seeking solace if you will, but his efforts always proved to be futile. So rather than trying to rid himself of his need he decided it was finally time fulfill it instead.
Shawn woke up that morning and immediately noticed that his bed partner had disappeared. He was a little disappointed but all in all he didn’t mind, Carlton did have a job to get to after all. To make matters better though when Shawn made his way into the kitchen he found a full pot of coffee waiting for him along with the comics section of that day’s newspaper sitting on the table.
After a good sized bowl of cereal Shawn proceeded to rummage through Carlton’s dresser to see if he could find some decent, casual clothes to wear for the day (he didn’t want to walk around in the clothes he wore the day before and he didn’t really feel like going home for some clothes) and after a long, hot shower he left the apartment making sure to lock up beforehand.
“Spencer? It’s three o’clock in the damn morning! What the hell are you doing here?” He heard him say it, really he did, but he didn’t quite register it. All he could focus on was the pleasantly bare torso in front of him. Moreover, all the tight contours of said pleasantly bare torso. Who knew the detective was hiding such a nice body under all the drab suits he usually wore?
Before he even realized what he was doing he backed Carlton into the wall that stood just to the right of the door and pulled the detective’s head down to connect their lips. This was part of his need. He needed to feel the man’s lips caressing against his own. He needed the taste of a heated battle between their tongues. He needed to map out Carlton’s mouth and memorize every second of it. Of course, this was only a small part of his need.
Shawn stopped off at a CVS store before he got to the station. He had to pick up a little something something. When he got to the station though he couldn’t focus. Sure, normally he couldn’t focus anyway and his mind was always all over the place but this time it was different. This time it was because it seemed as if nearly every five minutes the pseudo-psychic was losing himself in memories of the night before. The fact that Carlton decided that it was a brilliant idea to tease him didn’t help matters either.
Every so often the head detective would walk by him and oh-so-inconspicuously graze his hand against Shawn’s naughty bits. Almost every time Carlton walked past him or stood next to him Shawn would feel a sharp pinch on his ass or a light caress against the front his (well, Carlton’s) jeans which would progressively increase their tightness. It got to the point where all Shawn wanted to do was drag Carlton into the evidence locker and let the man have his wicked way with him but ultimately resulted in more than a few trips to the bathroom.
A minimal amount of words were exchanged before they made their way into Carlton’s bedroom. Time for the second yet most satisfying part of his need. He needed to feel the man against him, over him, in him and at the rate things were going it seemed as if Carlton needed it as well. It vaguely made Shawn wonder if the detective had needed it for as long as he himself had. That thought faded into the recesses of his mind when things decided to heat up to about the equivalent of an inferno.
Loud moans, rapid panting, and the near harsh sound of skin slapping against skin were the only noises that filled the room. This was what Shawn needed. He needed to hear those sounds bouncing off the walls and echoing in his mind. He needed the feeling of his hypersensitive nerves tingling from all the delicious pleasure. He needed the feeling of being full.
“Nghh…Fuck…Harder!”
Shawn needed Carlton and that’s what he got. Over and over and over again.
Just when Shawn was growing impatient Carlton had been called to Chief Vick’s office and that’s when he took his opportunity. He made his way to the detective’s unattended desk and planted his little surprise. He really couldn’t wait for Carlton to find it. Shawn couldn’t wait to see what the man’s reaction would be. Would he be pissed and annoyed with him? Would he possibly let a small smile stretch across his exquisite mouth?
When Shawn heard Carlton talking to Juliet down the hall about a case he’d just gotten from the chief Shawn seized his chance for a hasty getaway and hid behind a column about six feet in front the head detective’s desk so he could get a good view of the scene that was about to unfold. He waited with baited breath as Carlton sat down at his desk and stared bewilderedly at the card that sat atop it. Shawn hummed along with the song that started playing from the card when Carlton opened it.
‘Cause the walls start shaking.
The earth was quaking.
My mind was aching.
And we were making it and you
shook me all night long.
Yeah you
shook me all night long.
While Carlton stared at the card, too shocked by the song that was playing to close it before curious ears perked up and wandering eyes looked around, Shawn giggled (a very manly giggle mind you) from behind his hiding place. When Carlton heard it he looked up, his piercing blue eyes met with Shawn’s mischievous hazel ones, and then (to Shawn’s surprise) Carlton let an amused smile grace his lips.
*****
So there you have it folks. I’m still not entirely confident with this one but it’s all good. I’ll deal. Anyway, I hope you guys like it!! Let a chick know how you feel about it…that means review peeps. Of course, you don’t HAVE to. It’s not as if you’re obligated to. I’m just saying…
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-Squeedle