Scouts Honor, I swear I Am Straight Chapter 4
“Whyyyy not, babykins?” Shawn pulled out all of the stops with this pout, full on puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip. “I just think that it would be appropriate to change our Facebook relationship-"
“Spencer, I know you have this idea in your head that we have entered into a homosexual relationship, but a relationship and sex are completely different. We don’t even have a base for a relationship, we have nothing in common.” Lassiter rolled his eyes, trying not to wince at the wounded twist of Shawn’s face.
“We both solve crimes and enjoy the show Cops, what more could we possibly need?”
“No, I solve crimes…you cheat. I’m not sure how you are doing it, but I know that somehow or another, you are breaking the law.” Lassiter had come to terms with Shawn’s lies concerning Psych on a professional level early on, and aside from nagging curiosity he could accept that he might never know. But entering into a relationship with someone that lied for a living was a bit more jarring.
“Look we don’t even need to change it to together…I just want us to both put that we are in a relationship.” Shawn was enjoying the idea of going somewhat public; after all, he had been sworn to secrecy so many times that he hadn’t even been allowed to tell Gus. But still, some part of Shawn also wanted something to cling to, an odd feeling considering that he normally fled at the first sign of commitment.
“No, then I have to try and answer questions. I only maintain a Facebook so that O’Hara can send me links to fishing gear. I would prefer email, but she pretty much refused to stop talking about it until I did. I don’t want to add anything incriminating.” Lassiter pulled on his tie and leaned back against the couch. Things had been good for the last few weeks, easy even. Shawn would solve small cases outside of the department, Lassiter would work all day and come home to take out or whatever contraption Shawn had thrown together. The detective had even, a bit grumpily, cleared out a drawer so that Shawn could stay the night without carrying around a suspicious bag. He didn’t want to change; he liked how simple things were with Shawn. He loved that if he came home late Shawn didn’t seem to mind, he loved that Shawn actually enjoyed listening to his stories about arrests, and he loved the way that Shawn always wanted to fuck. Really, considering they were both straight, it was working out quite well.
“I will settle for “it’s complicated”.” Shawn stared at Lassiter for a long, tense moment before the older man finally nodded.
“Fine, but if anyone asks I changed it because I have been seeing a lovely lady.”
“We could even make a fake profile for her! Shawnetta, no, Shawnesha. We could make her from New York so that people will just assume that is why she has the weird name.” Shawn pulled out his laptop and hastily logged into his account, humming ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ as he changed his relationship status and then passed the computer to his boyfriend.
“Shawn, you do realize we are old enough to hold each other close the whole night through?” Lassiter raised an eyebrow and logged into his own account, sighing as he watched Shawn steal the computer back.
“Did you just quote The Boys on the Beach?” Shawn grinned and happily changed the status.
“No, I quoted The Beach Boys.” Lassiter rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile.
“I’ve heard it both ways. Hey, now that I have changed this status I really gotta run. Gus is going to see that and have a meltdown if I haven’t already explained.”
“Are you going to tell him the truth?” Lassiter’s eyebrows pulled together and panic began to set in.
“I have to, he is my best friend. Plus he already kind of knew I had a crush on you, so this is just the continuation of that conversation. Besides, I’ll have him pinky promise not to tell and it will be all good.” Shawn shrugged and leaned in to kiss away the frown lines on Lassiter’s forehead.
“How do we know that he isn’t going to tell someone?”
“Gus and I don’t really have any other friends. I mean, I guess he could tell my dad, but I really don’t think he wants to hear another one of his crazy, ex cop rants.” Shawn shrugged again, awkwardly looking away for a moment before flashing his man a dazzling smile. “I promise nothing will go wrong, but I can’t risk my friendship with him.”
“Just make sure no one finds out, my career is at stake.”
XOXO
“Call me a gossip girl, but I have huge news.” Shawn said as soon as Gus returned home from his rounds.
“Shawn, how many times do I have to tell you that it is illegal to break into my apartment?” Gus glared at Shawn and carefully set down his case. “Is Tears for Fears getting back together for a reunion tour? Did you already get first row seats?” Shawn shook his head no and began to speak, but was silenced by Gus’ glare. “Then it can wait until after dinner. I’m starving.”
“Buuut it is something huge! It is life changing! This is bigger than when George Michael came out of the closet, and ironically my topic is similar.” Shawn bounced on his heels and pushed past his friend, throwing himself on the couch.
“Shawn, as if you could actually keep a secret from me. Just because I am not hyper observant doesn’t mean I don’t notice things.” Gus frowned and began to make dinner. “Can I assume that you are eating dinner here or do you have a date with Lassiter?”
“Are we having your pineapple chicken? Lassie is going to make steak again, and it gets old surprisingly fast.”
“You know that’s right. So I’m assuming you are finally official, no more sneaking around?” Gus began slicing up a fresh pineapple, occasionally slipping a small slice into his mouth.
“Nah, we are still at the ‘it’s complicated’ phase. I don’t want to ruin things by rushing him to come out of the closet.” Shawn popped up to snag a few slices of pineapple, rolling his eyes when Gus swatted his hand away.
“Do you even really want to come out? I mean if you are just now officially coming out to me, although it was pretty obvious, are you ready to come out to everyone else? We haven’t even worked a case with him since you guys hooked up.” Gus began to marinade the chicken, once again slapping away Shawn’s hand. “You can’t eat pineapple off of raw chicken, or you are going to get food poisoning.”
“I’m not sure, I know that I like having sex with him and I enjoy pretending to live together…but once we start working cases we might find it difficult to keep up this whole charade. I mean, it is going to become more and more obvious that I’m a big fat liar and when he notices my pants on fire it might ruin what we have.” Shawn sulked and leaned against the counter, his hazel eyes clouded with confusion.
“Well the only way to find out is to try. Besides, we haven’t worked a real case in weeks.” Gus placed the chicken in the oven and began making rice, avoiding making eye contact.
“We have had cases! Important ones with important clients!”
“Shawn, catching cheating husbands in the act is not nearly as rewarding as catching a murderer.” Gus stared pointedly at Shawn, unsaid words visible on his pursed lips.
“Gus-“
“Shawn, my name is on the lease. You need to go to the station and get a case before we lose Psych over you turning Lassiter gay.”
“I didn’t turn him gay! If anything, it was the opposite. I mean, clearly I have taken home more women than him. Look at me, Gus!” Shawn motioned to his body, dramatically jutting out his hip.
“I’m looking.” Gus took a moment to look over his best friend. “I think you sleep with women, but refuse to commit because you are secretly attracted to men. Lassiter is just the first man you have admitted to liking, and I think it is because he reminds you of Henry.”
“Gross, Gus! I’m not even going to dignify that logic with a response.” Shawn cringed and mock gagged, his eyes wide with horror.
“It is like a twisted version of the Oedipus complex.” Gus smirked at Shawn’s cringe.
“This whole thing is messed up without you going into Freudian logic. If I go get on a case do you promise never to mention Henry, Lassiter, and gay in the same sentence?”
“Yes. Now go get us an important case.”
XOXO
“Ah, Mr. Spencer, I have been leaving you voicemails for days.” Chief Karen Vick did not look amused or impressed by the awkward shrug and dazzling smile that Shawn threw her way.
“Aw, Chief, you know that I can’t stay away from you for too long. Have any cases that could use my special touch?” Shawn wiggled his fingers and winked, earned him an exasperated look.
“Actually, I do. A man was murdered on the dance floor in the Flamingo Club, and we have no leads.” Karen handed over a file folder. “Since this was a homosexual bar, we have to consider the possibility of a hate crime.”
“Will do, Chief. Gus and I will get right on it.” Spencer left the room in a hurry, panic beginning to build bit by bit. Somehow, investigating a gay bashing while testing the limits of his new found bisexuality made everything too real. It made the risks too real.
“Spencer, can I talk to you for a moment?” Lassiter grabbed Shawn by his arm and pulled him into the records room, nearly bruising the younger man’s wrist in the process.
“Ow, don’t bruise the goods. Wanna kiss it better?” Shawn smiled, leaning in for a kiss only to find air.
“I assumed that you were going to stop working for the department. This is a conflict of interests.” Lassiter’s blue eyes practically glowed in the low lighting and Shawn couldn’t help but want to kiss his boyfriend.
“You had a fling with your last partner, that was way more of a conflict than this. Besides, I have a business to run.” Shawn pouted, trying to hide the very real hurt.
“Yes, but a straight relationship won’t cost me my job and any chance I have at someday becoming Chief.”
“I’m not going to out you, I don’t even want to out me. But, I have to start working cases again. I’ve been dreading coming back to work because I didn’t want to mess up what we have, but I can’t quit altogether. Besides, you have had this case for a week and have no leads. You need me.” Shawn bit his lip to avoid saying more, but could tell the moment he ended his sentence that he had just officially started his first lovers quarrel with Lassiter.
“I can solve the case without you, I have just been letting this whole thing with you cloud my judgment on the case. I can’t have you distracting me, or risking exposing us. If this is going to work, you need to work private cases and stay away from the station.” Lassiter was practically growling, his hands moving up to grip Shawn’s flamboyant polo shirt.
“No, if this is going to work out you are going to need to learn to trust me. I’m not going to mess this up for either of us, Lassie, stop being a negative Nancy and let me do my job.” Shawn shook off Lassiter’s grip, his head falling forward to rest on the detective’s chest. “I don’t want to fight over this, you are a good detective and this shouldn’t be a competition.”
“If it were a competition I would still kick your ass in the name of sweet liberty. Procedure may take longer but it results in locking criminals up. You’ve messed up enough times to know that we have a system for a reason.” Lassiter let himself relax slightly, though his blood was still boiling and he was hyperaware of the door, terrified someone would walk in during their moment of intimacy.
“We both know I astound you.” Shawn pulled away to flash Lassiter a cocky smirk.
“Whatever, Spencer. We need ground rules for when we work cases together. First of all, no touching me.”
“Lassiepants, after all of my visions on your lap, it would be weird if I didn’t touch you.” Shawn ran his hand up the older man’s leg teasingly, enjoying the way Lassiter blushed.
“Fine, just keep the flirting to a minimum in public.” Shawn leaned to his left, slyly slipping a chair under the door handle with one hand. “What are you doing, Spencer?”
“Well, now that we aren’t in "public" anymore I figured we might flirt.” Shawn made air quotes and leaned in to slant his lips over Lassiter’s.
“Mmm, not in the department.”
“You mean not again? You could take me right here against this file cabinet.” Shawn leaned in to lick a line up the detective’s neck, nibbling softly on Lassiter’s ear lobe. When Lassiter tried to pull away, Shawn wiggled his way into the table and wrapped his legs firmly around his lover’s hips. “Right here, just like this. I’ll be quiet, promise.”
“You’re never quiet, Shawn.” Lassiter groaned, his breath hitching when Shawn’s hand glided up his thigh to grasp his growing erection.
“Gag me.” Shawn began to desperately yank on Carton’s jeans, whimpering when he finally could feel hard flesh against his palm. “Please, please, I’ll be quiet.”
“You are really proving how quiet you can be. What am I supposed to gag you with? If we are going to do this, you need to keep your mouth shut, and it needs to be fast before anyone notices we are gone.” Shawn pulled on Lassiter’s slightly rough tie, pulling on the knot to loosen it.
“Gag me with your tie.” Shawn whimpered slightly at the thought and pulled harder on the knot.
“And how do I explain why I no longer have a tie on?” Lassiter stared pointedly at Shawn, knowing full well that the younger man would probably get his way.
“You spilled coffee on it.” Shawn freed the tie and wiggled away from Lassiter, parting just long enough to hop off the table. Shawn handed Lassiter his tie again and turned around, his back flush to Lassiter’s front, the detective’s arousal rubbing against his ass.
“Fuck, Shawn,” Lassiter huffed out as he wrapped the tie around his lover’s mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby.”
Shawn moaned on cue as soon as he heard the pet name, knowing that Lassiter only said it in the moments when he was too aroused to censor his words. As soon as the tie was in place, Lassiter hastily began pulling on Shawn’s jeans, shimmying them, still buttoned, down Shawn’s thighs.
“You went commando?” Lassiter’s breath was hot against Shawn’s neck, his hands working to free his own aching cock. “I don’t suppose you brought a condom?” Lassiter sighed when Shawn shook his head no, and unhappily licked his own palm. Thankfully, Shawn was still stretched from the incredibly wet and hot sex they had had earlier in the shower. Lassiter stared at the door for one long second, contemplating the consequences of being caught having sex, worse still, gay sex, with a consultant while on duty. Despite the risks his body was insisting that he get the show on the road and in one quick motion he was sliding home, his balls flush against Shawn’s ass. Shawn immediately bent over the table to give Carlton a better angle; the makeshift gag muted a would-be moan, leaving Lassiter desperate for release. The idea of having found an ideal way of shutting Spencer’s pretty little mouth turned Lassiter on more than he was willing to admit, even to himself.
Lassiter set a brutal pace and fucked into Shawn, causing the table to move against the wall. Lassiter cringed at the sound but didn’t slow down, his hand reaching around Shawn’s hip to graze across his leaking member. Shawn swatted his hand away, opting to thrust back instead. When Lassiter made another attempt to reach around, Shawn growled against the gag. The older man grunted in frustration and angled his hips so that his cock head would rub against Shawn’s prostate with each push and pull. The tight, too-dry heat was nearly too much for Lassiter to stand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for a moment before he draped himself over Shawn, biting down on the crease between the younger man’s shoulder and his neck. Suddenly, Lassiter felt the muscles gripping him flutter and clench and just like that he was pushed over the edge, spilling into Shawn. For a moment neither of them moved, the only sound their desperate breaths. Lassiter finally pulled out of Shawn, cringing when Shawn whimpered against his tie.
“Here, I got ya.” Lassiter quickly undid the knot and let the tie fall away from his lover’s mouth.
“Was I good?” Lassiter’s eyes widened in slight surprise at the clearly obedient hunch of Shawn’s shoulders as he lay against the table.
“Did you, uh, did you finish?” Lassiter had always prided himself on getting his lovers to their peak before he came to his own, but something about fucking against a table in the file room while Shawn was gagged just pushed him over the edge.
“Yes, I don’t suppose you have any tissues?” Shawn pulled himself away from the table, nodding to the cum stain against the side.
“Oh, I hadn’t considered that. You could always just lick it up.” Lassiter chuckled and looked around the room for something to clean up the mess with. Suddenly, Shawn was on his knees licking the table clean. If Lassiter hadn’t just finished, he might have come on the spot from that sight alone, his dick twitching feebly. “Oh, god.”
“Here, I’ll clean you up, too.” Shawn rotated on his knees so that he could reach Lassiter’s dick, licking gently against the softening member. When Lassiter whimpered from the over stimulation of the sensitive skin, Shawn let go, staring up compliantly.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” Lassiter grunted out, quickly tucking himself in and closing his trousers.
“And on that note, I better get going before someone notices we left together. I’ll see you at home.” Shawn pulled himself up, his smile wide as he pulled up his pants, closed them and left the room. “By the way, I’m totally going to solve this case before you.”
“You’re on, Spencer.”
“Spencer, I know you have this idea in your head that we have entered into a homosexual relationship, but a relationship and sex are completely different. We don’t even have a base for a relationship, we have nothing in common.” Lassiter rolled his eyes, trying not to wince at the wounded twist of Shawn’s face.
“We both solve crimes and enjoy the show Cops, what more could we possibly need?”
“No, I solve crimes…you cheat. I’m not sure how you are doing it, but I know that somehow or another, you are breaking the law.” Lassiter had come to terms with Shawn’s lies concerning Psych on a professional level early on, and aside from nagging curiosity he could accept that he might never know. But entering into a relationship with someone that lied for a living was a bit more jarring.
“Look we don’t even need to change it to together…I just want us to both put that we are in a relationship.” Shawn was enjoying the idea of going somewhat public; after all, he had been sworn to secrecy so many times that he hadn’t even been allowed to tell Gus. But still, some part of Shawn also wanted something to cling to, an odd feeling considering that he normally fled at the first sign of commitment.
“No, then I have to try and answer questions. I only maintain a Facebook so that O’Hara can send me links to fishing gear. I would prefer email, but she pretty much refused to stop talking about it until I did. I don’t want to add anything incriminating.” Lassiter pulled on his tie and leaned back against the couch. Things had been good for the last few weeks, easy even. Shawn would solve small cases outside of the department, Lassiter would work all day and come home to take out or whatever contraption Shawn had thrown together. The detective had even, a bit grumpily, cleared out a drawer so that Shawn could stay the night without carrying around a suspicious bag. He didn’t want to change; he liked how simple things were with Shawn. He loved that if he came home late Shawn didn’t seem to mind, he loved that Shawn actually enjoyed listening to his stories about arrests, and he loved the way that Shawn always wanted to fuck. Really, considering they were both straight, it was working out quite well.
“I will settle for “it’s complicated”.” Shawn stared at Lassiter for a long, tense moment before the older man finally nodded.
“Fine, but if anyone asks I changed it because I have been seeing a lovely lady.”
“We could even make a fake profile for her! Shawnetta, no, Shawnesha. We could make her from New York so that people will just assume that is why she has the weird name.” Shawn pulled out his laptop and hastily logged into his account, humming ‘Wouldn’t It Be Nice’ as he changed his relationship status and then passed the computer to his boyfriend.
“Shawn, you do realize we are old enough to hold each other close the whole night through?” Lassiter raised an eyebrow and logged into his own account, sighing as he watched Shawn steal the computer back.
“Did you just quote The Boys on the Beach?” Shawn grinned and happily changed the status.
“No, I quoted The Beach Boys.” Lassiter rolled his eyes and tried to hide his smile.
“I’ve heard it both ways. Hey, now that I have changed this status I really gotta run. Gus is going to see that and have a meltdown if I haven’t already explained.”
“Are you going to tell him the truth?” Lassiter’s eyebrows pulled together and panic began to set in.
“I have to, he is my best friend. Plus he already kind of knew I had a crush on you, so this is just the continuation of that conversation. Besides, I’ll have him pinky promise not to tell and it will be all good.” Shawn shrugged and leaned in to kiss away the frown lines on Lassiter’s forehead.
“How do we know that he isn’t going to tell someone?”
“Gus and I don’t really have any other friends. I mean, I guess he could tell my dad, but I really don’t think he wants to hear another one of his crazy, ex cop rants.” Shawn shrugged again, awkwardly looking away for a moment before flashing his man a dazzling smile. “I promise nothing will go wrong, but I can’t risk my friendship with him.”
“Just make sure no one finds out, my career is at stake.”
XOXO
“Call me a gossip girl, but I have huge news.” Shawn said as soon as Gus returned home from his rounds.
“Shawn, how many times do I have to tell you that it is illegal to break into my apartment?” Gus glared at Shawn and carefully set down his case. “Is Tears for Fears getting back together for a reunion tour? Did you already get first row seats?” Shawn shook his head no and began to speak, but was silenced by Gus’ glare. “Then it can wait until after dinner. I’m starving.”
“Buuut it is something huge! It is life changing! This is bigger than when George Michael came out of the closet, and ironically my topic is similar.” Shawn bounced on his heels and pushed past his friend, throwing himself on the couch.
“Shawn, as if you could actually keep a secret from me. Just because I am not hyper observant doesn’t mean I don’t notice things.” Gus frowned and began to make dinner. “Can I assume that you are eating dinner here or do you have a date with Lassiter?”
“Are we having your pineapple chicken? Lassie is going to make steak again, and it gets old surprisingly fast.”
“You know that’s right. So I’m assuming you are finally official, no more sneaking around?” Gus began slicing up a fresh pineapple, occasionally slipping a small slice into his mouth.
“Nah, we are still at the ‘it’s complicated’ phase. I don’t want to ruin things by rushing him to come out of the closet.” Shawn popped up to snag a few slices of pineapple, rolling his eyes when Gus swatted his hand away.
“Do you even really want to come out? I mean if you are just now officially coming out to me, although it was pretty obvious, are you ready to come out to everyone else? We haven’t even worked a case with him since you guys hooked up.” Gus began to marinade the chicken, once again slapping away Shawn’s hand. “You can’t eat pineapple off of raw chicken, or you are going to get food poisoning.”
“I’m not sure, I know that I like having sex with him and I enjoy pretending to live together…but once we start working cases we might find it difficult to keep up this whole charade. I mean, it is going to become more and more obvious that I’m a big fat liar and when he notices my pants on fire it might ruin what we have.” Shawn sulked and leaned against the counter, his hazel eyes clouded with confusion.
“Well the only way to find out is to try. Besides, we haven’t worked a real case in weeks.” Gus placed the chicken in the oven and began making rice, avoiding making eye contact.
“We have had cases! Important ones with important clients!”
“Shawn, catching cheating husbands in the act is not nearly as rewarding as catching a murderer.” Gus stared pointedly at Shawn, unsaid words visible on his pursed lips.
“Gus-“
“Shawn, my name is on the lease. You need to go to the station and get a case before we lose Psych over you turning Lassiter gay.”
“I didn’t turn him gay! If anything, it was the opposite. I mean, clearly I have taken home more women than him. Look at me, Gus!” Shawn motioned to his body, dramatically jutting out his hip.
“I’m looking.” Gus took a moment to look over his best friend. “I think you sleep with women, but refuse to commit because you are secretly attracted to men. Lassiter is just the first man you have admitted to liking, and I think it is because he reminds you of Henry.”
“Gross, Gus! I’m not even going to dignify that logic with a response.” Shawn cringed and mock gagged, his eyes wide with horror.
“It is like a twisted version of the Oedipus complex.” Gus smirked at Shawn’s cringe.
“This whole thing is messed up without you going into Freudian logic. If I go get on a case do you promise never to mention Henry, Lassiter, and gay in the same sentence?”
“Yes. Now go get us an important case.”
XOXO
“Ah, Mr. Spencer, I have been leaving you voicemails for days.” Chief Karen Vick did not look amused or impressed by the awkward shrug and dazzling smile that Shawn threw her way.
“Aw, Chief, you know that I can’t stay away from you for too long. Have any cases that could use my special touch?” Shawn wiggled his fingers and winked, earned him an exasperated look.
“Actually, I do. A man was murdered on the dance floor in the Flamingo Club, and we have no leads.” Karen handed over a file folder. “Since this was a homosexual bar, we have to consider the possibility of a hate crime.”
“Will do, Chief. Gus and I will get right on it.” Spencer left the room in a hurry, panic beginning to build bit by bit. Somehow, investigating a gay bashing while testing the limits of his new found bisexuality made everything too real. It made the risks too real.
“Spencer, can I talk to you for a moment?” Lassiter grabbed Shawn by his arm and pulled him into the records room, nearly bruising the younger man’s wrist in the process.
“Ow, don’t bruise the goods. Wanna kiss it better?” Shawn smiled, leaning in for a kiss only to find air.
“I assumed that you were going to stop working for the department. This is a conflict of interests.” Lassiter’s blue eyes practically glowed in the low lighting and Shawn couldn’t help but want to kiss his boyfriend.
“You had a fling with your last partner, that was way more of a conflict than this. Besides, I have a business to run.” Shawn pouted, trying to hide the very real hurt.
“Yes, but a straight relationship won’t cost me my job and any chance I have at someday becoming Chief.”
“I’m not going to out you, I don’t even want to out me. But, I have to start working cases again. I’ve been dreading coming back to work because I didn’t want to mess up what we have, but I can’t quit altogether. Besides, you have had this case for a week and have no leads. You need me.” Shawn bit his lip to avoid saying more, but could tell the moment he ended his sentence that he had just officially started his first lovers quarrel with Lassiter.
“I can solve the case without you, I have just been letting this whole thing with you cloud my judgment on the case. I can’t have you distracting me, or risking exposing us. If this is going to work, you need to work private cases and stay away from the station.” Lassiter was practically growling, his hands moving up to grip Shawn’s flamboyant polo shirt.
“No, if this is going to work out you are going to need to learn to trust me. I’m not going to mess this up for either of us, Lassie, stop being a negative Nancy and let me do my job.” Shawn shook off Lassiter’s grip, his head falling forward to rest on the detective’s chest. “I don’t want to fight over this, you are a good detective and this shouldn’t be a competition.”
“If it were a competition I would still kick your ass in the name of sweet liberty. Procedure may take longer but it results in locking criminals up. You’ve messed up enough times to know that we have a system for a reason.” Lassiter let himself relax slightly, though his blood was still boiling and he was hyperaware of the door, terrified someone would walk in during their moment of intimacy.
“We both know I astound you.” Shawn pulled away to flash Lassiter a cocky smirk.
“Whatever, Spencer. We need ground rules for when we work cases together. First of all, no touching me.”
“Lassiepants, after all of my visions on your lap, it would be weird if I didn’t touch you.” Shawn ran his hand up the older man’s leg teasingly, enjoying the way Lassiter blushed.
“Fine, just keep the flirting to a minimum in public.” Shawn leaned to his left, slyly slipping a chair under the door handle with one hand. “What are you doing, Spencer?”
“Well, now that we aren’t in "public" anymore I figured we might flirt.” Shawn made air quotes and leaned in to slant his lips over Lassiter’s.
“Mmm, not in the department.”
“You mean not again? You could take me right here against this file cabinet.” Shawn leaned in to lick a line up the detective’s neck, nibbling softly on Lassiter’s ear lobe. When Lassiter tried to pull away, Shawn wiggled his way into the table and wrapped his legs firmly around his lover’s hips. “Right here, just like this. I’ll be quiet, promise.”
“You’re never quiet, Shawn.” Lassiter groaned, his breath hitching when Shawn’s hand glided up his thigh to grasp his growing erection.
“Gag me.” Shawn began to desperately yank on Carton’s jeans, whimpering when he finally could feel hard flesh against his palm. “Please, please, I’ll be quiet.”
“You are really proving how quiet you can be. What am I supposed to gag you with? If we are going to do this, you need to keep your mouth shut, and it needs to be fast before anyone notices we are gone.” Shawn pulled on Lassiter’s slightly rough tie, pulling on the knot to loosen it.
“Gag me with your tie.” Shawn whimpered slightly at the thought and pulled harder on the knot.
“And how do I explain why I no longer have a tie on?” Lassiter stared pointedly at Shawn, knowing full well that the younger man would probably get his way.
“You spilled coffee on it.” Shawn freed the tie and wiggled away from Lassiter, parting just long enough to hop off the table. Shawn handed Lassiter his tie again and turned around, his back flush to Lassiter’s front, the detective’s arousal rubbing against his ass.
“Fuck, Shawn,” Lassiter huffed out as he wrapped the tie around his lover’s mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby.”
Shawn moaned on cue as soon as he heard the pet name, knowing that Lassiter only said it in the moments when he was too aroused to censor his words. As soon as the tie was in place, Lassiter hastily began pulling on Shawn’s jeans, shimmying them, still buttoned, down Shawn’s thighs.
“You went commando?” Lassiter’s breath was hot against Shawn’s neck, his hands working to free his own aching cock. “I don’t suppose you brought a condom?” Lassiter sighed when Shawn shook his head no, and unhappily licked his own palm. Thankfully, Shawn was still stretched from the incredibly wet and hot sex they had had earlier in the shower. Lassiter stared at the door for one long second, contemplating the consequences of being caught having sex, worse still, gay sex, with a consultant while on duty. Despite the risks his body was insisting that he get the show on the road and in one quick motion he was sliding home, his balls flush against Shawn’s ass. Shawn immediately bent over the table to give Carlton a better angle; the makeshift gag muted a would-be moan, leaving Lassiter desperate for release. The idea of having found an ideal way of shutting Spencer’s pretty little mouth turned Lassiter on more than he was willing to admit, even to himself.
Lassiter set a brutal pace and fucked into Shawn, causing the table to move against the wall. Lassiter cringed at the sound but didn’t slow down, his hand reaching around Shawn’s hip to graze across his leaking member. Shawn swatted his hand away, opting to thrust back instead. When Lassiter made another attempt to reach around, Shawn growled against the gag. The older man grunted in frustration and angled his hips so that his cock head would rub against Shawn’s prostate with each push and pull. The tight, too-dry heat was nearly too much for Lassiter to stand, his eyes rolling into the back of his head for a moment before he draped himself over Shawn, biting down on the crease between the younger man’s shoulder and his neck. Suddenly, Lassiter felt the muscles gripping him flutter and clench and just like that he was pushed over the edge, spilling into Shawn. For a moment neither of them moved, the only sound their desperate breaths. Lassiter finally pulled out of Shawn, cringing when Shawn whimpered against his tie.
“Here, I got ya.” Lassiter quickly undid the knot and let the tie fall away from his lover’s mouth.
“Was I good?” Lassiter’s eyes widened in slight surprise at the clearly obedient hunch of Shawn’s shoulders as he lay against the table.
“Did you, uh, did you finish?” Lassiter had always prided himself on getting his lovers to their peak before he came to his own, but something about fucking against a table in the file room while Shawn was gagged just pushed him over the edge.
“Yes, I don’t suppose you have any tissues?” Shawn pulled himself away from the table, nodding to the cum stain against the side.
“Oh, I hadn’t considered that. You could always just lick it up.” Lassiter chuckled and looked around the room for something to clean up the mess with. Suddenly, Shawn was on his knees licking the table clean. If Lassiter hadn’t just finished, he might have come on the spot from that sight alone, his dick twitching feebly. “Oh, god.”
“Here, I’ll clean you up, too.” Shawn rotated on his knees so that he could reach Lassiter’s dick, licking gently against the softening member. When Lassiter whimpered from the over stimulation of the sensitive skin, Shawn let go, staring up compliantly.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me.” Lassiter grunted out, quickly tucking himself in and closing his trousers.
“And on that note, I better get going before someone notices we left together. I’ll see you at home.” Shawn pulled himself up, his smile wide as he pulled up his pants, closed them and left the room. “By the way, I’m totally going to solve this case before you.”
“You’re on, Spencer.”