Curiosity Killed the Psychic Part 3 cont..
Title: Curiosity Killed the Psychic
Author: kinkylittlered
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Shawn has taken a liking to the head detective Carlton Lassiter, who claims to be perfectly straight. But, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Shawn is willing to go to any extreme to get his man. Along the way butterflies hint at buried feelings between Shawn and Gus...add in two cases, cross dressing, spin the bottle and it all equals insanity.
Authors Notes: I barely got this done on time and I didn't have a beta, so all mistakes are my own. Comments are love. P.S
beatlemaniac9 came up with the title for this <3 Art was made by
reapertownusa, so a big thanks to her! This story was for
psychbigbang
Despite the danger, Shawn had no intention of calling off his devious plan. H would have Lassiter, and he would have him tonight. Shawn left Gus in a locked apartment and head to the local sexual boutique in search of the perfect outfit. It came in the form of the tightest orange jumpsuit Shawn had ever seen. His package looked equally ridiculous, bulging out like he had a sock down his pants. Sometimes you had to suffer for lust, and Shawn was willing to pay the price if it meant have a certain officer handcuff him and “book” him, preferably not in the literal sense this time.
For some reason Shawn felt anxious, he was practically on display in the costume, a bad man was probably going to try and kill him, he had once again but his friend’s life on the line. It was all very stressful and Shawn was having a hard time ignoring the pull in his stomach, those damned butterflies, telling him to go home and guard Gus. It was preposterous, really. Gus was a grown man and fully capable of taking care of himself, in fact he was usually taking care of Shawn. It took some effort but Shawn finally knocked on the door, putting on his best mock innocent look and holding out his handcuffed hands.
“Dear God, Spencer what are you wearing.” Carlton’s eyes ran the length of Shawn’s body, taking in the too tight black an white suit and the sizeable bulge.
“Seducing you, of course.” Shawn took Lassiter’s opening the door as an invitation and stepped inside. “I’ve been bad and I need an officer to teach me a lesson.”
“I think I taught you that lesson when I arrested you last time. Where did you even find that atrocious thing?” Lassiter looked torn between mildly horrified and ready to laugh, it was not the ideal reaction. Shawn instantly felt deflated.
“In a sex store, a gay biker told me it might get you to bend me over.” Shawn gave a defeated shrug, letting out a disappointed sigh.
“They have gay bikers?” Lassiter raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“And gay biker bars, Gus and I were very confused.” Shawn couldn’t hold back a small smile at the fresh memory, one amongst thousands that he had with his best friend.
“Why are you even hitting on me when you have a boyfriend, isn’t that cheating?” Lassiter leaned against the kitchen counter, his hands in his pockets.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Shawn looked confused, his head moving slightly as he tried to understand how Lassiter had come to that conclusion.
“I am a detective, Spencer, but it doesn’t take one to see that you and Guster are dating. At first I thought you were in an open relationship, but he has been glaring at me ever since the car incident.”
“He isn’t…we are just friends, always have been, always will be. Except, never mind.” Shawn took a seat on the couch, shifting awkwardly as he took off the fake handcuffs.
“Except what?” Lassiter moved to sit next to Shawn on the couch, perched uncomfortably on the edge.
“Well, we kissed a few nights ago but he got all mad about it.” Shawn shrugged nonchalantly.
“Why was he angry?”
“Gus, is just…he is sensitive. I told him he was jealous, he got man and I kissed him. Then he was even more upset, which probably means he wasn’t jealous and I misread the situation.” Shawn forced a smile, shifting awkwardly in his seat.
“Or he was upset that you kissed him to prove a point instead of kissing him to kiss him.” Lassiter may have lost his wife, but he wasn’t clueless unlike the man sitting next to him.
“Gus is always saying he is straight, I don’t think he is interested.”
“No straight man dressed that nicely, he looks like he ripped his outfits off of a magazine.” Lassiter stared pointedly at Shawn, envisioning Gus in his classic khaki pants and pink button down dress shirt.
“Gus has always been an impeccable dresser, I think that’s part of the reason he struggles to get girls.” Shawn had to resist the urge to shrug for the millionth time, it was in his nature to avoid or demean serious topics.
“I think he doesn’t want to get girls and when he does it is as a cover.” Lassiter had always been suspicious of Gus’ almost obsessive behavior with women and logically it only made sense for it to be a cover for his real obsession.
“Why do you care? It isn’t like our lack of a relationship has anything to do with you.”
“I seem to recall you masturbating in my brand new car.” Lassiter practically growled the words, thinking about his poor defiled car.
“Yeah, but it had nothing to do with Gus.” Shawn forced out a dry chuckle, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his costume.
“Bullshit it didn’t, you don’t actually like me. Besides the fact that I am completely straight, you were mostly trying to get a reaction. I don’t think you wanted me to accept the offer.” Lassiter rolled his eyes, the situation was so easy for him to decipher, he couldn’t imagine having his head so far up his ass that no light shined through. “For being a psychic you sure are clueless.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about. I wanted, want you.” Shawn crossed his arms across his chest in defiance, huffing slightly at the challenge.
“Prove it.” Lassiter didn’t like the idea of having to kiss a man but he was desperate to get Shawn off of his back.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“I thought that you wanted me, this is your opening. Come and get it.” Lassiter scooted closer to Shawn, ignoring the fact that his gag reflex was reacting.
“I do, I just…I like to make the first move.” Shawn shifted away from Lassiter, awkwardly looking anywhere but those honest baby blue eyes.
“Spencer, what are you still doing here?”
“Fuck.” Shawn was up in a flash, off the couch and at the door. “Thanks Lassie.”
The ride to his best friend, and hopefully soon to be lover, felt like it took hours. Shawn practically ran up the stairs and to the door, he could have used the spare key or even his own key but instead he knocked on the door. Shawn knew that Gus enjoyed the dramatic romantic endings to 80’s movies. To ensure that Gus actually heard the music over the dull roar of the city Shawn had decided to reenact the boom box scene from Say Anything inside and with his rechargeable iHome. Shawn ran backwards to the end of the hallway and hit play on Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes, walking dramatically slow when his best friend finally opened the door.
“Shawn? What are you doing? Is this a test run for your next attempt to seduce Lassiter, is that why your wearing a strange black and white jumpsuit?” Gus leaned against the door, frowning and clearly not amused.
“No.” Shawn shook his head as he stepped closer to Gus, just a yard short of being next to the man it had taken years for him to realize he was in love with.
“Then what are you doing?” Gus looked confused, his lips pursing as he stared at his insane friend.
“No, I amsweeping you off your feet via Peter Gabriel.” Shawn clicked pause on the ipod and stared at Gus, his eyes betraying the emotions he was feeling.
“Why?”
“Because you were my first kiss and I want you to be my last. Wow that was cheesy.” Shawn laughed, closing the distance between them.
“No Cyndi was your first kiss.” Gus looked down at the floor, his lips pouting perfectly.
“I lied.” Shawn lifted Gus’ chin with his finger and leaned in to kiss the man, their lips meshing perfectly. Gus whimpered slightly, opening his mouth to run his tongue against Shawn’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Suddenly Shawn was on fire, desperately running his hand up the hem of Gus’ shirt to feel the smooth expanse of flesh underneath, the silky skin covering subtle muscles. Shawn was in heaven, it was the only time in his entire life he didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with chatter. For once he wanted the situation to feel serious, after all he was making a lifetime commitment with the one person capable of keeping him.
They moved inside the apartment, Shawn setting the iHome down on the couch as they moved towards the bedroom. After several pauses for air and groping they made it to the bed, Shawn landing on top with a small thump. For a second he hesitated, but the fear and hurt in Gus’ brown eyes pulled him back in, the butterflies exploding in his stomach, demanding that he kiss the wounds all better. Gus moved his hands up Shawn’s shirt, exploring the flesh before removing the restricting, and slightly silly, fabric altogether. Their mouths were in a never-ending dance, tongues twining together, teeth gently nipping at each other’s lip. Shawn pulled frantically at his friend’s shirt, needing their skin to touch.
The moment their bare chests touched Shawn felt the fire explode in his chest, his hands trembling as he reached to pull down Gus’ plaid pajama pants and boxers. He wrapped his hand around the hard flesh, whimpering in response to the deep moan that escaped from Gus’ throat. For a second Shawn took in the sounds slipping from his lover’s plump lips, the way he seemed to practically vibrate with pleasure. Then all at once he needed more, kissing a trail down Gus’ chest, pausing only to teas each dark nipple before diving lower. Shawn made eye contact with Gus before licking a trail from the base to the tip of the heavy cock, lapping up the droplets of precum.
“Want you.” Gus whimpered, the first thing he had said during the entire affair.
“Need you.” Shawn practically whispered against the dark flesh before sucking the thick tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling over crown. It scared him how true the statement was, how much he relied on his best friend to survive, but somehow his fear made it all the more intense.
“Stop teasing me, Shawn.” Shawn ran his hand down Gus’ chest just as he arched up, slipping past the erect member teasingly. Shawn pulled off of the cock with a wet pop, looking up at Gus with concerned eyes.
“Are you sure? We could just-“
“I’ve been waiting for this since ninth grade.” Gus pulled his legs to his chest, wiggling his hips in invitation.
“I…lov-“
“Shh.” Gus shushed his best friend, and reached over to pull lube and a condom from the bed stand drawer. With trembling hands Shawn coated several fingers with lube, rubbing them together to warm it. Shawn gently rubbed his finger against the puckered hole, gaining a scared whimper from his best friend. Shawn hesitated again, knowing that this would change everything and that Gus had probably never even experimented before. Gus rolled his hips slightly, causing Shawn’s finger to slip in slightly. Shawn couldn’t help but push further into the slick tightness, crooking his finger to rub against the sweet spot, earning him a deep moan.
“Fuck Keebler Elves.” Gus moaned, earning a surprised look from Shawn.
“I’d prefer you only fuck me, but if you want we could dress up.” Shawn moved his finger against the spot again, hiding his smile by kissing Gus’ thigh.
“Shut up, Shawn.” Gus growled in his bitchiest tone, rolling his hips again to move the process along. Shawn grinned and slipped in a second finger, rubbing them both against the prostate before scissoring them apart. The sounds that were slipping from Gus’ mouth made it impossible to be patient; Shawn inserted another digit while he rubbed his palm against his trapped cock. The costume was tight to begin with, but now that he had an erection it was almost painful. “It is okay, want you in me now.” Gus whispered in a barely audible voice.
“Are you-“ Gus pulled himself up enough to look at Shawn, his eyebrow raised in disbelief.
“Yes, yes, yes. Stop asking me if I am sure or ready. We have known each other forever, I trust you with my life. I want you in me, and I want you here when I wake up and gah you’re moving your fingers.”
Gus fell back, letting out small whimpers, his cock twitching in a desperate attempt for friction. Shawn pulled his fingers free, wiping them on his costume shorts before removing them and his boxers. He lingered for a moment, staring down at Gus’ beautiful exposed body, taking in every inch of chocolate skin before finally slipping on a condom and lubing it up. Shawn lined himself up and leaned over Gus, pressing their chests together and locking lips while he pushed in. Gus let out a small sound that sounded like pain and Shawn instantly halted.
“You okay baby?” Shawn whispered into Gus’ ear, sending chills down his spine. Gus nodded in response, sealing his lips over Shawn’s and locking his ankles over his friend’s hips, pushing him in a few more inches. Shawn rocked his hips, forward until they were fleshed hips to ass. Shawn knew instantly that this was where he wanted to spend the rest of his life, lips and tongue tangling with his best friend while perfect sounds fell from the beautiful man’s lips. It was all too much and Shawn had to hold back to keep from coming instantly from the tight heat.
Once the edge faded away and he was sure that Gus had adjusted Shawn pulled back and slipped back in, pulling Gus’ hips up so that he rubbed against the sensitive nub with each push and pull. Gus whimpered into his mouth and Shawn would pull back every so often to whisper soft words, even during sex he grew tired of the silence, but Gus didn’t seem mind, he just silenced Shawn with small kisses. They shared breath until Gus’ eyes rolled back, Shawn’s name falling from his lips, his channel contracting so tightly that Shawn instantly followed. Hot cum spurted between them, coating both chests as Shawn filled the condom with his seed. Shawn practically collapsed onto his love, snuggling into the crook of Gus’ neck.
“Shawn this isn’t going to be like Brokeback Mountain right?”
“No, this is totally like When Harry Met Sally only we managed to stay friends through all of it.” Shawn puled out of Gus with a small cringe, rolling off of him.
“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” Gus looked at Shawn, fear glistening in his brown eyes.
“I live here, so yeah. I’ll be here as long as you’ll let me.” Shawn turned to stare at Gus, a lazy smile on his face.
“Then I guess you better just move your stuff here, I’ll clear out a few drawers in the morning.” Gus reached over and entwined his fingers with Shawn’s, letting out a small happy sigh. “You know this whole obsession with Lassiter needs to end now, right?”
“It never existed, I was projecting.” Shawn leaned over to momentarily lock lips with Gus, nipping at him playfully.
“You know that’s right.” Gus laughed and for the moment everything was perfect, Shawn had found bliss with the only person he had ever truly loved.
1987
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate the everlasting union between Burton Guster, that’s me, and Shawn Spencer.” Little Gus stared at his soul mate and smiled shyly. After much discussion they had decided that Gus would have to act as the priest for their union because most of the adults wouldn’t take their union seriously. “Do you take me, Gus to be your to be your husband, in sickness and death?”
“I do.” Shawn grinned, anxious for the kiss, his hands tightly clasped around his soon to be husbands. “Do you take me to be your husband?”
“I do.” Gus grinned, blood rushing to his cheeks as he leaned in to kiss Shawn’s cheek. They both slipped on matching Green Lantern rings, they had both had to eat a large amount of cereal to obtain these mystical rings and therefore found them fit to wear for life.
“Shawn why are you dressed up like that?” Henry Spencer stared at his borderline deviant child with concern, knowing that he was probably up to no good.
“We got married.” Shawn grinned, his fingers lacing with Gus’. “Does this mean he can move in? I can share my bed and my toys with him!”
“Marriage is a very serious commitment, it shouldn’t be taken lightly.” Henry leaned over to stare at his grinning child and his new “husband”. “It means you are going to be together forever. Are you sure you want to make that kind of commitment?”
“I want to be with Gus forever.” Shawn grinned, peaking over at his husband from under his too long bangs.
“What about you Gus?”
“Well, Mr. Spencer, I think that marrying your best friend is a good idea because you already get along.” Gus smiled and stared at the ground, his cheeks flushed.
“Okay, I guess we better snap a few photos and get some cake. Stay here, I’ll be back with the camera in a moment.” Henry jogged off to the house, easily accepting that his son was probably going to grow up and make the marriage official.
“Shawn?” Gus looked up at Shawn with dark eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“Yeah?” Shawn turned to look at Gus, his freckled face filled with unmistakable happiness.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” It was the first time they had ever said the words, but it was far from the last time.
XOXO
Shawn served Gus breakfast in bed after slaving away in the kitchen to make pop tart, but Gus promptly rejected it saying that crumbs would get in the sheets. They spent the morning watching 80’s movies and perfecting the art of fellacio, and the afternoon moving Shawn in, although really he had been living there for quite sometime. The rest of the day was spent working in the Psych office, attempting to reach the owner of the phone number Tank had slipped Shawn, but it seemed the owner had disconnected the phone line. With few options left, Shawn and Gus headed down to the police department; it was about time for another miraculously specific vision.
“I am seeing numbers, um um it could be an address or no a serial number. Three fives, ugh I see a four, a six, a nine and a one. I keeping seeing them, they won’t stop!” Shawn leaned heavily against Gus, (causing Lassiter to secretly smile) his breath ragged as they had practically ran into the department.
“He started having the vision a few blocks away.” Gus said in a fake worried tone, working at Psych had really helped him hone in on his acting talent.
“It sounds like a phone number, I’ll run it.” Juliet said helpfully, rushing to the computer and typing the numbers that Shawn helpfully repeated. “It looks like it is an old phone number for a suspect in a recent murder, Billy Simpson. A man borrowed some money and couldn’t pay it back, shortly after someone killed his entire family.”
“We’ve been trying to get this guy for months but the evidence is too circumstantial to get him.” Lassiter growled angrily, and Shawn remembered seeing the guy on his wall of bad men, and he looked a lot like Eric with a clean shave.
“Well, since Gus and I pretty much announced that we were investigating the death of Burt Allen to every bar in town I am pretty sure his partner is going to come after us since we are the last loose ends.” Shawn smiled innocently at the horrified looks on everyone’s faces.
“No, Shawn did that while I was finishing my route. I had nothing to do with it.” Gus crossed his arms and stared pointedly at Shawn.
“Gus don’t be my secret lover.” Shawn winked causing several people to raise their eyebrows.
“Well, it is about time you two finally got together.” Henry Spencer always had amazing timing; he had entered the station quietly while his son had a “vision”. “You know I’ve been waiting for this since you were ten and had a fake prom.”
“Dad lots of kids have fake proms.” Shawn rolled his eyes, instantly feeling defiant.
“Do they go with their best friend? I am not even going to mention the fake wedding you had, you two wore matching Green Lantern rings for weeks.” Henry clapped Shawn on the shoulder, “I always knew you would end up together.”
“Aren’t you upset? Your only son is gay, you may never have grandchildren.”
“We can find a segregate mother or adopt, Shawn. I am having kids.” Gus and Shawn had also planned having children together during their fake wedding and suddenly it didn’t sound quite so scary.
“See, I have nothing to be upset about. Besides, the only way you are going to settle down is if you have someone that sees past your charm. Gus is a perfect match for you.” Henry shrugged and took a seat at his desk. “I do have an idea for how we can lay a trap for our killer.”
XOXO
The plan was simple enough; Shawn and Gus were going to spend an evening in one of the bars Shawn had previously visited. They would whisper about the case and hope to draw in the attention of the killer. Several undercover agents would be watching and when the moment seemed right Shawn and Gus would leave, giving the killer the perfect chance to strike. It was almost foolproof, but with Shawn things had a tendency to go haywire.
“I hate doing this.” Gus pouted, taking a sip of his fruity drink.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. After this we can spend sometime alone, I’ll even watch American Duos with you.” Shawn cringed at the thought of having to watch the show but forced a smile in an attempt to satisfy Gus.
“So the guy we are looking for is probably going to try and kill us.”
“Yup, he should look like the typical criminal type.” Shawn took a sip of his own fruity drink, slamming it down dramatically after draining it.
“Shawn, there isn’t a criminal type. Bad people don’t look a certain way.” Gus rolled his eyes in annoyance, his eyes scanning the crowd of people.
“Actually, they do. Remember when we were at the biker bar? That is the criminal type.” Shawn nodded slightly towards Tank, who was seated on the other side of the bar. “Shame, I like him. Well, let’s get the show on the road so we can go home.”
“I hate when the bad guy isn’t all that bad.” Gus stood up, dropping money on the table to cover the tab and the 15% tip.
They stepped out into the cool night air, Shawn breathing in a deep lungful of air before taking Gus by the hand and leading him towards the alleyway, making it seem like they were off for a quickie. Shawn gently pushed his lover against the wall, ensuring that if something did go wrong it would be him that paid the consequences. Shawn and Gus kissed for a moment, there lips melding together perfectly until the sound of a cough pulled them from the trance.
“I see you came to your senses, it is a shame I have to kill you.” Tank smiled but it looked forced and in the dim light Shawn could make out what actually looked like regret in the man’s eyes.
“I am sorry it was you, I was hoping that you weren’t lying.” Shawn turned to face the leather-clad man, his back pressed protectively against Gus’ chest.
“Yeah, well gold is gold.” Tank shrugged, pulling the gun out from behind his back.
“It is fools gold, though.” Gus helpfully supplied, peeking over Shawn’s shoulder.
“I didn’t know that at the time, I thought it was real. When I found out that I killed a man over something with no value I was a bit upset. But killing Eric and you guys to stay out of prison is well worth it.” Tank cocked the gun, his hand perfectly still as he aimed for Shawn’s heart. “If you hold real still I might be able to kill you both with one shot, a real romantic death don’t you think?”
“I changed my mind, he isn’t a good guy.” Shawn shook his head and ran a hand through his hair to signal the police to move in.
“Agreed.” Gus leaned on Shawn’s shoulder as the undercover agents moved in.
“Freeze! You are surrounded” Juliet and Lassiter screamed at the same time.
“Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head.” Lassiter growled, his gun loaded in hand.
“Shit.” Tank responded as he set his gun on the ground and surrendered. Juliet hastily cuffed him while Lassiter watched with his gun aimed.
“I can’t believe I am going to say this for the second time in my life but ew.” Lassiter faked a gag at Shawn and Gus’ affection before moving to help Jules push Tank into the cruiser.
“Secretly he is happy that we are together, after all he helped me open my eyes.” Shawn leaned back to rest his head on his lover’s shoulder. “I get to call you my boyfriend, right?”
“Damn straight.” Gus grinned and then pulled Shawn in for a deep kiss. It sure did feel like happily ever after, like the end of a John Hughes movie; so sickly sweet that the butterflies made another appearance in Shawn’s stomach, almost making his knees give out.
Postlude
Author: kinkylittlered
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Shawn has taken a liking to the head detective Carlton Lassiter, who claims to be perfectly straight. But, desperate times call for desperate measures, and Shawn is willing to go to any extreme to get his man. Along the way butterflies hint at buried feelings between Shawn and Gus...add in two cases, cross dressing, spin the bottle and it all equals insanity.
Authors Notes: I barely got this done on time and I didn't have a beta, so all mistakes are my own. Comments are love. P.S
beatlemaniac9 came up with the title for this <3 Art was made by
reapertownusa, so a big thanks to her! This story was for
psychbigbang
Despite the danger, Shawn had no intention of calling off his devious plan. H would have Lassiter, and he would have him tonight. Shawn left Gus in a locked apartment and head to the local sexual boutique in search of the perfect outfit. It came in the form of the tightest orange jumpsuit Shawn had ever seen. His package looked equally ridiculous, bulging out like he had a sock down his pants. Sometimes you had to suffer for lust, and Shawn was willing to pay the price if it meant have a certain officer handcuff him and “book” him, preferably not in the literal sense this time.
For some reason Shawn felt anxious, he was practically on display in the costume, a bad man was probably going to try and kill him, he had once again but his friend’s life on the line. It was all very stressful and Shawn was having a hard time ignoring the pull in his stomach, those damned butterflies, telling him to go home and guard Gus. It was preposterous, really. Gus was a grown man and fully capable of taking care of himself, in fact he was usually taking care of Shawn. It took some effort but Shawn finally knocked on the door, putting on his best mock innocent look and holding out his handcuffed hands.
“Dear God, Spencer what are you wearing.” Carlton’s eyes ran the length of Shawn’s body, taking in the too tight black an white suit and the sizeable bulge.
“Seducing you, of course.” Shawn took Lassiter’s opening the door as an invitation and stepped inside. “I’ve been bad and I need an officer to teach me a lesson.”
“I think I taught you that lesson when I arrested you last time. Where did you even find that atrocious thing?” Lassiter looked torn between mildly horrified and ready to laugh, it was not the ideal reaction. Shawn instantly felt deflated.
“In a sex store, a gay biker told me it might get you to bend me over.” Shawn gave a defeated shrug, letting out a disappointed sigh.
“They have gay bikers?” Lassiter raised an eyebrow and chuckled.
“And gay biker bars, Gus and I were very confused.” Shawn couldn’t hold back a small smile at the fresh memory, one amongst thousands that he had with his best friend.
“Why are you even hitting on me when you have a boyfriend, isn’t that cheating?” Lassiter leaned against the kitchen counter, his hands in his pockets.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.” Shawn looked confused, his head moving slightly as he tried to understand how Lassiter had come to that conclusion.
“I am a detective, Spencer, but it doesn’t take one to see that you and Guster are dating. At first I thought you were in an open relationship, but he has been glaring at me ever since the car incident.”
“He isn’t…we are just friends, always have been, always will be. Except, never mind.” Shawn took a seat on the couch, shifting awkwardly as he took off the fake handcuffs.
“Except what?” Lassiter moved to sit next to Shawn on the couch, perched uncomfortably on the edge.
“Well, we kissed a few nights ago but he got all mad about it.” Shawn shrugged nonchalantly.
“Why was he angry?”
“Gus, is just…he is sensitive. I told him he was jealous, he got man and I kissed him. Then he was even more upset, which probably means he wasn’t jealous and I misread the situation.” Shawn forced a smile, shifting awkwardly in his seat.
“Or he was upset that you kissed him to prove a point instead of kissing him to kiss him.” Lassiter may have lost his wife, but he wasn’t clueless unlike the man sitting next to him.
“Gus is always saying he is straight, I don’t think he is interested.”
“No straight man dressed that nicely, he looks like he ripped his outfits off of a magazine.” Lassiter stared pointedly at Shawn, envisioning Gus in his classic khaki pants and pink button down dress shirt.
“Gus has always been an impeccable dresser, I think that’s part of the reason he struggles to get girls.” Shawn had to resist the urge to shrug for the millionth time, it was in his nature to avoid or demean serious topics.
“I think he doesn’t want to get girls and when he does it is as a cover.” Lassiter had always been suspicious of Gus’ almost obsessive behavior with women and logically it only made sense for it to be a cover for his real obsession.
“Why do you care? It isn’t like our lack of a relationship has anything to do with you.”
“I seem to recall you masturbating in my brand new car.” Lassiter practically growled the words, thinking about his poor defiled car.
“Yeah, but it had nothing to do with Gus.” Shawn forced out a dry chuckle, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his costume.
“Bullshit it didn’t, you don’t actually like me. Besides the fact that I am completely straight, you were mostly trying to get a reaction. I don’t think you wanted me to accept the offer.” Lassiter rolled his eyes, the situation was so easy for him to decipher, he couldn’t imagine having his head so far up his ass that no light shined through. “For being a psychic you sure are clueless.”
“You don’t know what you are talking about. I wanted, want you.” Shawn crossed his arms across his chest in defiance, huffing slightly at the challenge.
“Prove it.” Lassiter didn’t like the idea of having to kiss a man but he was desperate to get Shawn off of his back.
“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”
“I thought that you wanted me, this is your opening. Come and get it.” Lassiter scooted closer to Shawn, ignoring the fact that his gag reflex was reacting.
“I do, I just…I like to make the first move.” Shawn shifted away from Lassiter, awkwardly looking anywhere but those honest baby blue eyes.
“Spencer, what are you still doing here?”
“Fuck.” Shawn was up in a flash, off the couch and at the door. “Thanks Lassie.”
The ride to his best friend, and hopefully soon to be lover, felt like it took hours. Shawn practically ran up the stairs and to the door, he could have used the spare key or even his own key but instead he knocked on the door. Shawn knew that Gus enjoyed the dramatic romantic endings to 80’s movies. To ensure that Gus actually heard the music over the dull roar of the city Shawn had decided to reenact the boom box scene from Say Anything inside and with his rechargeable iHome. Shawn ran backwards to the end of the hallway and hit play on Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes, walking dramatically slow when his best friend finally opened the door.
“Shawn? What are you doing? Is this a test run for your next attempt to seduce Lassiter, is that why your wearing a strange black and white jumpsuit?” Gus leaned against the door, frowning and clearly not amused.
“No.” Shawn shook his head as he stepped closer to Gus, just a yard short of being next to the man it had taken years for him to realize he was in love with.
“Then what are you doing?” Gus looked confused, his lips pursing as he stared at his insane friend.
“No, I amsweeping you off your feet via Peter Gabriel.” Shawn clicked pause on the ipod and stared at Gus, his eyes betraying the emotions he was feeling.
“Why?”
“Because you were my first kiss and I want you to be my last. Wow that was cheesy.” Shawn laughed, closing the distance between them.
“No Cyndi was your first kiss.” Gus looked down at the floor, his lips pouting perfectly.
“I lied.” Shawn lifted Gus’ chin with his finger and leaned in to kiss the man, their lips meshing perfectly. Gus whimpered slightly, opening his mouth to run his tongue against Shawn’s bottom lip, asking for entrance. Suddenly Shawn was on fire, desperately running his hand up the hem of Gus’ shirt to feel the smooth expanse of flesh underneath, the silky skin covering subtle muscles. Shawn was in heaven, it was the only time in his entire life he didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with chatter. For once he wanted the situation to feel serious, after all he was making a lifetime commitment with the one person capable of keeping him.
They moved inside the apartment, Shawn setting the iHome down on the couch as they moved towards the bedroom. After several pauses for air and groping they made it to the bed, Shawn landing on top with a small thump. For a second he hesitated, but the fear and hurt in Gus’ brown eyes pulled him back in, the butterflies exploding in his stomach, demanding that he kiss the wounds all better. Gus moved his hands up Shawn’s shirt, exploring the flesh before removing the restricting, and slightly silly, fabric altogether. Their mouths were in a never-ending dance, tongues twining together, teeth gently nipping at each other’s lip. Shawn pulled frantically at his friend’s shirt, needing their skin to touch.
The moment their bare chests touched Shawn felt the fire explode in his chest, his hands trembling as he reached to pull down Gus’ plaid pajama pants and boxers. He wrapped his hand around the hard flesh, whimpering in response to the deep moan that escaped from Gus’ throat. For a second Shawn took in the sounds slipping from his lover’s plump lips, the way he seemed to practically vibrate with pleasure. Then all at once he needed more, kissing a trail down Gus’ chest, pausing only to teas each dark nipple before diving lower. Shawn made eye contact with Gus before licking a trail from the base to the tip of the heavy cock, lapping up the droplets of precum.
“Want you.” Gus whimpered, the first thing he had said during the entire affair.
“Need you.” Shawn practically whispered against the dark flesh before sucking the thick tip into his mouth, his tongue swirling over crown. It scared him how true the statement was, how much he relied on his best friend to survive, but somehow his fear made it all the more intense.
“Stop teasing me, Shawn.” Shawn ran his hand down Gus’ chest just as he arched up, slipping past the erect member teasingly. Shawn pulled off of the cock with a wet pop, looking up at Gus with concerned eyes.
“Are you sure? We could just-“
“I’ve been waiting for this since ninth grade.” Gus pulled his legs to his chest, wiggling his hips in invitation.
“I…lov-“
“Shh.” Gus shushed his best friend, and reached over to pull lube and a condom from the bed stand drawer. With trembling hands Shawn coated several fingers with lube, rubbing them together to warm it. Shawn gently rubbed his finger against the puckered hole, gaining a scared whimper from his best friend. Shawn hesitated again, knowing that this would change everything and that Gus had probably never even experimented before. Gus rolled his hips slightly, causing Shawn’s finger to slip in slightly. Shawn couldn’t help but push further into the slick tightness, crooking his finger to rub against the sweet spot, earning him a deep moan.
“Fuck Keebler Elves.” Gus moaned, earning a surprised look from Shawn.
“I’d prefer you only fuck me, but if you want we could dress up.” Shawn moved his finger against the spot again, hiding his smile by kissing Gus’ thigh.
“Shut up, Shawn.” Gus growled in his bitchiest tone, rolling his hips again to move the process along. Shawn grinned and slipped in a second finger, rubbing them both against the prostate before scissoring them apart. The sounds that were slipping from Gus’ mouth made it impossible to be patient; Shawn inserted another digit while he rubbed his palm against his trapped cock. The costume was tight to begin with, but now that he had an erection it was almost painful. “It is okay, want you in me now.” Gus whispered in a barely audible voice.
“Are you-“ Gus pulled himself up enough to look at Shawn, his eyebrow raised in disbelief.
“Yes, yes, yes. Stop asking me if I am sure or ready. We have known each other forever, I trust you with my life. I want you in me, and I want you here when I wake up and gah you’re moving your fingers.”
Gus fell back, letting out small whimpers, his cock twitching in a desperate attempt for friction. Shawn pulled his fingers free, wiping them on his costume shorts before removing them and his boxers. He lingered for a moment, staring down at Gus’ beautiful exposed body, taking in every inch of chocolate skin before finally slipping on a condom and lubing it up. Shawn lined himself up and leaned over Gus, pressing their chests together and locking lips while he pushed in. Gus let out a small sound that sounded like pain and Shawn instantly halted.
“You okay baby?” Shawn whispered into Gus’ ear, sending chills down his spine. Gus nodded in response, sealing his lips over Shawn’s and locking his ankles over his friend’s hips, pushing him in a few more inches. Shawn rocked his hips, forward until they were fleshed hips to ass. Shawn knew instantly that this was where he wanted to spend the rest of his life, lips and tongue tangling with his best friend while perfect sounds fell from the beautiful man’s lips. It was all too much and Shawn had to hold back to keep from coming instantly from the tight heat.
Once the edge faded away and he was sure that Gus had adjusted Shawn pulled back and slipped back in, pulling Gus’ hips up so that he rubbed against the sensitive nub with each push and pull. Gus whimpered into his mouth and Shawn would pull back every so often to whisper soft words, even during sex he grew tired of the silence, but Gus didn’t seem mind, he just silenced Shawn with small kisses. They shared breath until Gus’ eyes rolled back, Shawn’s name falling from his lips, his channel contracting so tightly that Shawn instantly followed. Hot cum spurted between them, coating both chests as Shawn filled the condom with his seed. Shawn practically collapsed onto his love, snuggling into the crook of Gus’ neck.
“Shawn this isn’t going to be like Brokeback Mountain right?”
“No, this is totally like When Harry Met Sally only we managed to stay friends through all of it.” Shawn puled out of Gus with a small cringe, rolling off of him.
“Are you going to be here when I wake up?” Gus looked at Shawn, fear glistening in his brown eyes.
“I live here, so yeah. I’ll be here as long as you’ll let me.” Shawn turned to stare at Gus, a lazy smile on his face.
“Then I guess you better just move your stuff here, I’ll clear out a few drawers in the morning.” Gus reached over and entwined his fingers with Shawn’s, letting out a small happy sigh. “You know this whole obsession with Lassiter needs to end now, right?”
“It never existed, I was projecting.” Shawn leaned over to momentarily lock lips with Gus, nipping at him playfully.
“You know that’s right.” Gus laughed and for the moment everything was perfect, Shawn had found bliss with the only person he had ever truly loved.
1987
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to celebrate the everlasting union between Burton Guster, that’s me, and Shawn Spencer.” Little Gus stared at his soul mate and smiled shyly. After much discussion they had decided that Gus would have to act as the priest for their union because most of the adults wouldn’t take their union seriously. “Do you take me, Gus to be your to be your husband, in sickness and death?”
“I do.” Shawn grinned, anxious for the kiss, his hands tightly clasped around his soon to be husbands. “Do you take me to be your husband?”
“I do.” Gus grinned, blood rushing to his cheeks as he leaned in to kiss Shawn’s cheek. They both slipped on matching Green Lantern rings, they had both had to eat a large amount of cereal to obtain these mystical rings and therefore found them fit to wear for life.
“Shawn why are you dressed up like that?” Henry Spencer stared at his borderline deviant child with concern, knowing that he was probably up to no good.
“We got married.” Shawn grinned, his fingers lacing with Gus’. “Does this mean he can move in? I can share my bed and my toys with him!”
“Marriage is a very serious commitment, it shouldn’t be taken lightly.” Henry leaned over to stare at his grinning child and his new “husband”. “It means you are going to be together forever. Are you sure you want to make that kind of commitment?”
“I want to be with Gus forever.” Shawn grinned, peaking over at his husband from under his too long bangs.
“What about you Gus?”
“Well, Mr. Spencer, I think that marrying your best friend is a good idea because you already get along.” Gus smiled and stared at the ground, his cheeks flushed.
“Okay, I guess we better snap a few photos and get some cake. Stay here, I’ll be back with the camera in a moment.” Henry jogged off to the house, easily accepting that his son was probably going to grow up and make the marriage official.
“Shawn?” Gus looked up at Shawn with dark eyes, a small smile tugging on his lips.
“Yeah?” Shawn turned to look at Gus, his freckled face filled with unmistakable happiness.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” It was the first time they had ever said the words, but it was far from the last time.
XOXO
Shawn served Gus breakfast in bed after slaving away in the kitchen to make pop tart, but Gus promptly rejected it saying that crumbs would get in the sheets. They spent the morning watching 80’s movies and perfecting the art of fellacio, and the afternoon moving Shawn in, although really he had been living there for quite sometime. The rest of the day was spent working in the Psych office, attempting to reach the owner of the phone number Tank had slipped Shawn, but it seemed the owner had disconnected the phone line. With few options left, Shawn and Gus headed down to the police department; it was about time for another miraculously specific vision.
“I am seeing numbers, um um it could be an address or no a serial number. Three fives, ugh I see a four, a six, a nine and a one. I keeping seeing them, they won’t stop!” Shawn leaned heavily against Gus, (causing Lassiter to secretly smile) his breath ragged as they had practically ran into the department.
“He started having the vision a few blocks away.” Gus said in a fake worried tone, working at Psych had really helped him hone in on his acting talent.
“It sounds like a phone number, I’ll run it.” Juliet said helpfully, rushing to the computer and typing the numbers that Shawn helpfully repeated. “It looks like it is an old phone number for a suspect in a recent murder, Billy Simpson. A man borrowed some money and couldn’t pay it back, shortly after someone killed his entire family.”
“We’ve been trying to get this guy for months but the evidence is too circumstantial to get him.” Lassiter growled angrily, and Shawn remembered seeing the guy on his wall of bad men, and he looked a lot like Eric with a clean shave.
“Well, since Gus and I pretty much announced that we were investigating the death of Burt Allen to every bar in town I am pretty sure his partner is going to come after us since we are the last loose ends.” Shawn smiled innocently at the horrified looks on everyone’s faces.
“No, Shawn did that while I was finishing my route. I had nothing to do with it.” Gus crossed his arms and stared pointedly at Shawn.
“Gus don’t be my secret lover.” Shawn winked causing several people to raise their eyebrows.
“Well, it is about time you two finally got together.” Henry Spencer always had amazing timing; he had entered the station quietly while his son had a “vision”. “You know I’ve been waiting for this since you were ten and had a fake prom.”
“Dad lots of kids have fake proms.” Shawn rolled his eyes, instantly feeling defiant.
“Do they go with their best friend? I am not even going to mention the fake wedding you had, you two wore matching Green Lantern rings for weeks.” Henry clapped Shawn on the shoulder, “I always knew you would end up together.”
“Aren’t you upset? Your only son is gay, you may never have grandchildren.”
“We can find a segregate mother or adopt, Shawn. I am having kids.” Gus and Shawn had also planned having children together during their fake wedding and suddenly it didn’t sound quite so scary.
“See, I have nothing to be upset about. Besides, the only way you are going to settle down is if you have someone that sees past your charm. Gus is a perfect match for you.” Henry shrugged and took a seat at his desk. “I do have an idea for how we can lay a trap for our killer.”
XOXO
The plan was simple enough; Shawn and Gus were going to spend an evening in one of the bars Shawn had previously visited. They would whisper about the case and hope to draw in the attention of the killer. Several undercover agents would be watching and when the moment seemed right Shawn and Gus would leave, giving the killer the perfect chance to strike. It was almost foolproof, but with Shawn things had a tendency to go haywire.
“I hate doing this.” Gus pouted, taking a sip of his fruity drink.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. After this we can spend sometime alone, I’ll even watch American Duos with you.” Shawn cringed at the thought of having to watch the show but forced a smile in an attempt to satisfy Gus.
“So the guy we are looking for is probably going to try and kill us.”
“Yup, he should look like the typical criminal type.” Shawn took a sip of his own fruity drink, slamming it down dramatically after draining it.
“Shawn, there isn’t a criminal type. Bad people don’t look a certain way.” Gus rolled his eyes in annoyance, his eyes scanning the crowd of people.
“Actually, they do. Remember when we were at the biker bar? That is the criminal type.” Shawn nodded slightly towards Tank, who was seated on the other side of the bar. “Shame, I like him. Well, let’s get the show on the road so we can go home.”
“I hate when the bad guy isn’t all that bad.” Gus stood up, dropping money on the table to cover the tab and the 15% tip.
They stepped out into the cool night air, Shawn breathing in a deep lungful of air before taking Gus by the hand and leading him towards the alleyway, making it seem like they were off for a quickie. Shawn gently pushed his lover against the wall, ensuring that if something did go wrong it would be him that paid the consequences. Shawn and Gus kissed for a moment, there lips melding together perfectly until the sound of a cough pulled them from the trance.
“I see you came to your senses, it is a shame I have to kill you.” Tank smiled but it looked forced and in the dim light Shawn could make out what actually looked like regret in the man’s eyes.
“I am sorry it was you, I was hoping that you weren’t lying.” Shawn turned to face the leather-clad man, his back pressed protectively against Gus’ chest.
“Yeah, well gold is gold.” Tank shrugged, pulling the gun out from behind his back.
“It is fools gold, though.” Gus helpfully supplied, peeking over Shawn’s shoulder.
“I didn’t know that at the time, I thought it was real. When I found out that I killed a man over something with no value I was a bit upset. But killing Eric and you guys to stay out of prison is well worth it.” Tank cocked the gun, his hand perfectly still as he aimed for Shawn’s heart. “If you hold real still I might be able to kill you both with one shot, a real romantic death don’t you think?”
“I changed my mind, he isn’t a good guy.” Shawn shook his head and ran a hand through his hair to signal the police to move in.
“Agreed.” Gus leaned on Shawn’s shoulder as the undercover agents moved in.
“Freeze! You are surrounded” Juliet and Lassiter screamed at the same time.
“Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head.” Lassiter growled, his gun loaded in hand.
“Shit.” Tank responded as he set his gun on the ground and surrendered. Juliet hastily cuffed him while Lassiter watched with his gun aimed.
“I can’t believe I am going to say this for the second time in my life but ew.” Lassiter faked a gag at Shawn and Gus’ affection before moving to help Jules push Tank into the cruiser.
“Secretly he is happy that we are together, after all he helped me open my eyes.” Shawn leaned back to rest his head on his lover’s shoulder. “I get to call you my boyfriend, right?”
“Damn straight.” Gus grinned and then pulled Shawn in for a deep kiss. It sure did feel like happily ever after, like the end of a John Hughes movie; so sickly sweet that the butterflies made another appearance in Shawn’s stomach, almost making his knees give out.
Postlude