Scouts Honor, I swear I Am Straight Chapter 2
Author: Kinkylittlered
Pairing: Shassie
Word Count: 2054
Warnings: Porn, Slash
Summary: Carlton Lassiter was not questioning his sexuality at all, especially not because of a certain psychic
The fallout from the blowjob was less severe than Lassiter had expected, Shawn had simply cleaned his face and then skipped, literally skipped, out of the bathroom. The station remained the same, with Juliet softly trying to get Lassiter to open up, and a seemingly never-ending stream of cases. The sun was still the center of the universe and Carlton Lassiter was still a middle aged divorced man allergic to mint with a collage of suspects lining his walls at home. The fact that nothing at all changed after such a life-shattering event was really the pushing point. Carlton Lassiter began to have a bit of a meltdown, the kind of midlife crisis that lead to the detective refusing to leave his house. For the first time in forever the head detective called in sick for work. He should have known that this would, of course, ensure that a certain psychic would make a home visit.
“Playing hooky are we Lassieface?” Shawn said when the door opened to reveal a distraught and red-eyed detective in a pair of plaid pajamas. Shawn wasted no time and invited himself inside, shouldering past the grumpy and clearly hysterical older man. “Now, I want you to breathe and listen to-“
“What is in the bag Spencer? Are you going to kill me now that you’ve taken my manhood?” Lassiter glared at Shawn, before huffing and falling onto his sofa.
“Uh yeah, I took your manhood down my throat, but seriously I’m not sure what that has to do with my Wii.” Shawn blinked innocently and sat precariously close to Lassiter, causing the detective to reach for his scotch on the rocks. He let his backpack fall gently to the floor, resting against the couch. “Speaking of manhood, I do believe we spoke of some re-“
“Spencer can you at least pretend to understand that you have ruined my entire life in one fell swoop.” Lassiter cringed and took a deep sip of his drink.
“Lassie you are being a bit over dramatic. I mean, I’m the one who had a dick in my mouth and you don’t see me freaking out. Speaking of dicks in mouths I really do think that it is your-“
“Spencer finish that sentence and I will kill you.” Lassiter drained the rest of his scotch and stared longingly at the bottle sitting on the counter. “Besides I doubt that I was your first ga-, your first time with a um, a-“
“That’s just pathetic Lass, you can’t even say that I am gay while accusing me of being a great big gay slut?” Shawn scowled before hoping up to retrieve the bottle, refilling Lassiter’s glass. “Look man, I may have chased some girls but that doesn’t mean I naturally chase everything that moves. I’ll have you know that you popped a cherry in that bathroom stall. I’ve never sucked a guy off and I have definitely never let a man spurt his jizz all over my face. I mean that was seriously kinky, I felt like I was in a porno. A really gay porno, but a porno all the same.”
“Spencer, listen I didn’t mean to….do that on you.” Lassiter blushed crimson red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, and Shawn was positive that the blush probably had spread down the lanky man’s chest. “But um you kind of started something and I was just um…”
“Finishing it? Yeah I, uh, tasted that Lass. Man, I know you are freaking out, and really I feel you, I do.” Shawn reclaimed his seat on the couch and placed a hand on the detective’s thigh, not completely certain that it wouldn’t get him shot.
“How could you possibly “feel me?” Lassiter whipped out air quotations and pouted a bit.
“Um I had my “Am I totally gay for an older man?” freak out last night. I spent like an entire hour being all upset and crying in the shower while I scrubbed my body raw. Then I realized I liked having you shoot your load on my face. So how about that totally none gay date?” Shawn relaxed against the couch and pulled his backpack into his lap. “I figured you were freaking out so I brought Rockband 2. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so I left the guitar on the porch. So the real question is…are you going to be lead singing or rock the guitar?”
XOXO
The answer to Shawn’s question, although it took several minutes of arguing to get Lassiter off of the subject of blowjobs, was that Lassiter was kick as on the guitar. Typically Shawn would have preferred for the conversation to remain firmly fixed on oral ex, but given that Lassiter looked closer to breakdown with each minute mention of his cum dripping down Shawn’s face, he figured rock band was a nice alternative. It turned out that all of the time Lassiter had clocked in at the gun range meant that he had amazing had eye coordination, which in turn made him an amazing guitarist. Shawn had spent most of his years in high school trying to become the next George Michael, so he naturally preferred to be lead singer.
Lassiter’s mood did not substantially improve even as his thin, nimble fingers flew over the comparatively tiny guitar. Shawn’s singing wasn’t perfect and on a few of the long and high notes his voice would begin to tremble, occasionally crack or even stop altogether. But, for the most part he held his own and their band, named “Clearly Not Gay” (mostly because Shawn liked the way Lassiter would cringe whenever Shawn said gay), faired pretty well.
“Oh sweet baby J, we have “Hungry like the Wolf”! Are you ready for this Lassieface, things are about to get sexy, maybe too sexy.” Before Lassiter could reply Shawn clicked on the Challenge and the music began to blare. “mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Dark in the city night is a wire. Steam in the subway earth is afire.” Shawn’s voice was rich and deep, and he quickly abandoned his seat on the couch in exchange for the center of the living room, leaving Lassiter just enough room to see. “Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo”
“Spencer it might be easier for me to play if you weren’t blocking my view of the screen.” Lassiter growled when Shawn refused to move and finally gave in, and stood next to the over excited man.
“Woman you want me give me a sign and catch my breathing even closer behind,
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo.” Shawn stopped watching the screen and began to watch Lassiter, his hips moving seductively while his free hand roamed down his chest.
“You do realize that you aren’t actually preforming in front of anyone, right? It’s just us.” Lassiter was mildly amused right until his cock began to twitch, and his body betrayed him. Although later he would swear it was just because of the stupid hip movements and their imitation of sex, some part of him was unable to deny that he began to get hard when he heard Spencer say “I’m preforming for you” under his breathe.
“In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you. Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd and I'm hungry like the wolf. Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.” Shawn nearly managed to finish half of the song before Lassiter was suddenly dropping his guitar and pulling the younger man in by the back of his neck. Their lips crashed together, Lassiter’s tongue pressing persistently against Shawn’s lip, his teeth gently nipping at the younger man’s bottom lip.
Shawn quickly got with the program, and parted his lips to let his tongue dance with Lassiter’s. A quick hand began pulling Shawn’s shirt away and for a moment he had his own micro “I’m straight” panic attack, but the moment Lassiter’s long fingers skated up his chest to play with a nipple he gave into temptation. Lassiter shoved backwards, causing Shawn to topple over the couch, the kiss finally breaking. Shawn looked completely undone, his lips red and flushed and his cock straining hard against his pants. Lassiter looked like he might run at any second, but he surprised Shawn, and himself when he sunk to his knees gracefully.
“Oh fuck.” Shawn’s eyes half-lidded and for a moment he was worried he would cum from the site alone. The detective wasted no time and popped the button on Shawn’s jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly.
Shawn’s breath was coming out harsh and strangled, every fiber in his being was screaming at him to move his hips as Lassiter freed his cock and wrapped a hand around him. He wanted to slam into that hand, to get more pressure…anything to take the edge off, but he was terrified that any movement at all might cause Lassiter to run. All coherent thought flew out the window when Lassiter leaned closer to lick the dip of Shawn’s dick, and for a second the younger man saw stars. Then hot, tight wetness wrapped around him, Lassiter’s hands dug into his hips as he sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth. The detective swirled his tongue experimentally, and decided that if he was going to be gay the least he could do was be good at being gay, and began to pop his head. Shawn stared down with wide eyes as Carlton Lassiter, possibly the straightest man in the history of forever, swallowed his dick nearly whole and hallowed his cheeks.
“Fucking pineapples on arbor day, Lassie I’m-“ And that’s all she wrote because Shawn Spencer began to cum straight down Carlton Lassiter’s throat. The older man looked surprised, whether by how quickly it was over or the fact that he was actually giving a blowjob, and swallowed. He cringed a bit at the taste and pulled off the softening cock, causing Shawn to whimper. The younger man was dazed, his head resting against Lassiter’s uncomfortable couch, his eyes closed while he tried to breathe. “Fuck.”
Lassiter pulled himself from the ground and hastily began to plan his retreat, his panic suddenly bubbling up. Before he could get very far Shawn was slipping off the couch and nuzzling his hard cock through his dress pants. The action was affectionate, surprisingly so given how immature the man on the giving side was, and Lassiter couldn’t help but slide his fingers through Shawn’s hair. This was all the encouragement the psychic needed, and Shawn quickly pulled off the detective’s belt and unsnapped his pants.
“Hey listen, I would really prefer that you actually cum inside of my mouth instead of on my face. Not that it wasn’t fun last time, but-“
“Shut up and suck Spencer.” Carlton rolled his hips slightly to punctate the sentence, smirking down as Spencer freed his cock and instantly sucked it in. Being gay aside, Lassiter couldn’t help but find it hot that Shawn was so complying, willing to follow his orders. Moaning softly, Lassiter gently rolled his hips and fucked into Shawn’s mouth. The younger man gagged for a moment and then went back to work, focusing his attention on tonguing the bit of presume leaking from the tip. Shawn worked slowly, savoring the bitter taste of the detective and the heavy feeling of his flesh. It began to boarder on teasing as Shawn simply swirled his tongue and licked at the cock, refusing to suck.
In a huff of frustration Lassiter moved his hips and forced his cock deeper down Shawn’s throat. The younger man gagged again but made no move to constrain the detective as he began to fuck Shawn’s face. The idea the Shawn was willing to give full control over to him ended the blowjob faster than Lassiter would have liked it. He grunted out something that sounded too close to Shawn’s name for comfort and pushed down the man’s throat one last time before cuming. Shawn milked the cock as best he could and let go with a pop, a tiny drizzle of cum leaking down his chin.
“So how about that not so gay movie night?” Shawn asked, his voice ragged and his throat sore. “I think Rockband is out now.”
Pairing: Shassie
Word Count: 2054
Warnings: Porn, Slash
Summary: Carlton Lassiter was not questioning his sexuality at all, especially not because of a certain psychic
The fallout from the blowjob was less severe than Lassiter had expected, Shawn had simply cleaned his face and then skipped, literally skipped, out of the bathroom. The station remained the same, with Juliet softly trying to get Lassiter to open up, and a seemingly never-ending stream of cases. The sun was still the center of the universe and Carlton Lassiter was still a middle aged divorced man allergic to mint with a collage of suspects lining his walls at home. The fact that nothing at all changed after such a life-shattering event was really the pushing point. Carlton Lassiter began to have a bit of a meltdown, the kind of midlife crisis that lead to the detective refusing to leave his house. For the first time in forever the head detective called in sick for work. He should have known that this would, of course, ensure that a certain psychic would make a home visit.
“Playing hooky are we Lassieface?” Shawn said when the door opened to reveal a distraught and red-eyed detective in a pair of plaid pajamas. Shawn wasted no time and invited himself inside, shouldering past the grumpy and clearly hysterical older man. “Now, I want you to breathe and listen to-“
“What is in the bag Spencer? Are you going to kill me now that you’ve taken my manhood?” Lassiter glared at Shawn, before huffing and falling onto his sofa.
“Uh yeah, I took your manhood down my throat, but seriously I’m not sure what that has to do with my Wii.” Shawn blinked innocently and sat precariously close to Lassiter, causing the detective to reach for his scotch on the rocks. He let his backpack fall gently to the floor, resting against the couch. “Speaking of manhood, I do believe we spoke of some re-“
“Spencer can you at least pretend to understand that you have ruined my entire life in one fell swoop.” Lassiter cringed and took a deep sip of his drink.
“Lassie you are being a bit over dramatic. I mean, I’m the one who had a dick in my mouth and you don’t see me freaking out. Speaking of dicks in mouths I really do think that it is your-“
“Spencer finish that sentence and I will kill you.” Lassiter drained the rest of his scotch and stared longingly at the bottle sitting on the counter. “Besides I doubt that I was your first ga-, your first time with a um, a-“
“That’s just pathetic Lass, you can’t even say that I am gay while accusing me of being a great big gay slut?” Shawn scowled before hoping up to retrieve the bottle, refilling Lassiter’s glass. “Look man, I may have chased some girls but that doesn’t mean I naturally chase everything that moves. I’ll have you know that you popped a cherry in that bathroom stall. I’ve never sucked a guy off and I have definitely never let a man spurt his jizz all over my face. I mean that was seriously kinky, I felt like I was in a porno. A really gay porno, but a porno all the same.”
“Spencer, listen I didn’t mean to….do that on you.” Lassiter blushed crimson red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, and Shawn was positive that the blush probably had spread down the lanky man’s chest. “But um you kind of started something and I was just um…”
“Finishing it? Yeah I, uh, tasted that Lass. Man, I know you are freaking out, and really I feel you, I do.” Shawn reclaimed his seat on the couch and placed a hand on the detective’s thigh, not completely certain that it wouldn’t get him shot.
“How could you possibly “feel me?” Lassiter whipped out air quotations and pouted a bit.
“Um I had my “Am I totally gay for an older man?” freak out last night. I spent like an entire hour being all upset and crying in the shower while I scrubbed my body raw. Then I realized I liked having you shoot your load on my face. So how about that totally none gay date?” Shawn relaxed against the couch and pulled his backpack into his lap. “I figured you were freaking out so I brought Rockband 2. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise so I left the guitar on the porch. So the real question is…are you going to be lead singing or rock the guitar?”
XOXO
The answer to Shawn’s question, although it took several minutes of arguing to get Lassiter off of the subject of blowjobs, was that Lassiter was kick as on the guitar. Typically Shawn would have preferred for the conversation to remain firmly fixed on oral ex, but given that Lassiter looked closer to breakdown with each minute mention of his cum dripping down Shawn’s face, he figured rock band was a nice alternative. It turned out that all of the time Lassiter had clocked in at the gun range meant that he had amazing had eye coordination, which in turn made him an amazing guitarist. Shawn had spent most of his years in high school trying to become the next George Michael, so he naturally preferred to be lead singer.
Lassiter’s mood did not substantially improve even as his thin, nimble fingers flew over the comparatively tiny guitar. Shawn’s singing wasn’t perfect and on a few of the long and high notes his voice would begin to tremble, occasionally crack or even stop altogether. But, for the most part he held his own and their band, named “Clearly Not Gay” (mostly because Shawn liked the way Lassiter would cringe whenever Shawn said gay), faired pretty well.
“Oh sweet baby J, we have “Hungry like the Wolf”! Are you ready for this Lassieface, things are about to get sexy, maybe too sexy.” Before Lassiter could reply Shawn clicked on the Challenge and the music began to blare. “mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">Dark in the city night is a wire. Steam in the subway earth is afire.” Shawn’s voice was rich and deep, and he quickly abandoned his seat on the couch in exchange for the center of the living room, leaving Lassiter just enough room to see. “Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo”
“Spencer it might be easier for me to play if you weren’t blocking my view of the screen.” Lassiter growled when Shawn refused to move and finally gave in, and stood next to the over excited man.
“Woman you want me give me a sign and catch my breathing even closer behind,
Do do do do do do do dodo dododo dodo.” Shawn stopped watching the screen and began to watch Lassiter, his hips moving seductively while his free hand roamed down his chest.
“You do realize that you aren’t actually preforming in front of anyone, right? It’s just us.” Lassiter was mildly amused right until his cock began to twitch, and his body betrayed him. Although later he would swear it was just because of the stupid hip movements and their imitation of sex, some part of him was unable to deny that he began to get hard when he heard Spencer say “I’m preforming for you” under his breathe.
“In touch with the ground I'm on the hunt I'm after you. Smell like I sound I'm lost in a crowd and I'm hungry like the wolf. Straddle the line in discord and rhyme
I'm on the hunt I'm after you.” Shawn nearly managed to finish half of the song before Lassiter was suddenly dropping his guitar and pulling the younger man in by the back of his neck. Their lips crashed together, Lassiter’s tongue pressing persistently against Shawn’s lip, his teeth gently nipping at the younger man’s bottom lip.
Shawn quickly got with the program, and parted his lips to let his tongue dance with Lassiter’s. A quick hand began pulling Shawn’s shirt away and for a moment he had his own micro “I’m straight” panic attack, but the moment Lassiter’s long fingers skated up his chest to play with a nipple he gave into temptation. Lassiter shoved backwards, causing Shawn to topple over the couch, the kiss finally breaking. Shawn looked completely undone, his lips red and flushed and his cock straining hard against his pants. Lassiter looked like he might run at any second, but he surprised Shawn, and himself when he sunk to his knees gracefully.
“Oh fuck.” Shawn’s eyes half-lidded and for a moment he was worried he would cum from the site alone. The detective wasted no time and popped the button on Shawn’s jeans, tugging the zipper down slowly.
Shawn’s breath was coming out harsh and strangled, every fiber in his being was screaming at him to move his hips as Lassiter freed his cock and wrapped a hand around him. He wanted to slam into that hand, to get more pressure…anything to take the edge off, but he was terrified that any movement at all might cause Lassiter to run. All coherent thought flew out the window when Lassiter leaned closer to lick the dip of Shawn’s dick, and for a second the younger man saw stars. Then hot, tight wetness wrapped around him, Lassiter’s hands dug into his hips as he sucked the tip of the cock into his mouth. The detective swirled his tongue experimentally, and decided that if he was going to be gay the least he could do was be good at being gay, and began to pop his head. Shawn stared down with wide eyes as Carlton Lassiter, possibly the straightest man in the history of forever, swallowed his dick nearly whole and hallowed his cheeks.
“Fucking pineapples on arbor day, Lassie I’m-“ And that’s all she wrote because Shawn Spencer began to cum straight down Carlton Lassiter’s throat. The older man looked surprised, whether by how quickly it was over or the fact that he was actually giving a blowjob, and swallowed. He cringed a bit at the taste and pulled off the softening cock, causing Shawn to whimper. The younger man was dazed, his head resting against Lassiter’s uncomfortable couch, his eyes closed while he tried to breathe. “Fuck.”
Lassiter pulled himself from the ground and hastily began to plan his retreat, his panic suddenly bubbling up. Before he could get very far Shawn was slipping off the couch and nuzzling his hard cock through his dress pants. The action was affectionate, surprisingly so given how immature the man on the giving side was, and Lassiter couldn’t help but slide his fingers through Shawn’s hair. This was all the encouragement the psychic needed, and Shawn quickly pulled off the detective’s belt and unsnapped his pants.
“Hey listen, I would really prefer that you actually cum inside of my mouth instead of on my face. Not that it wasn’t fun last time, but-“
“Shut up and suck Spencer.” Carlton rolled his hips slightly to punctate the sentence, smirking down as Spencer freed his cock and instantly sucked it in. Being gay aside, Lassiter couldn’t help but find it hot that Shawn was so complying, willing to follow his orders. Moaning softly, Lassiter gently rolled his hips and fucked into Shawn’s mouth. The younger man gagged for a moment and then went back to work, focusing his attention on tonguing the bit of presume leaking from the tip. Shawn worked slowly, savoring the bitter taste of the detective and the heavy feeling of his flesh. It began to boarder on teasing as Shawn simply swirled his tongue and licked at the cock, refusing to suck.
In a huff of frustration Lassiter moved his hips and forced his cock deeper down Shawn’s throat. The younger man gagged again but made no move to constrain the detective as he began to fuck Shawn’s face. The idea the Shawn was willing to give full control over to him ended the blowjob faster than Lassiter would have liked it. He grunted out something that sounded too close to Shawn’s name for comfort and pushed down the man’s throat one last time before cuming. Shawn milked the cock as best he could and let go with a pop, a tiny drizzle of cum leaking down his chin.
“So how about that not so gay movie night?” Shawn asked, his voice ragged and his throat sore. “I think Rockband is out now.”