FIC: "Wet Dreams" by Panda_God - NC-17 - Shawn/Carlton
Title: "Wet Dreams"
Author: panda_god
Pairing: Shawn/Carlton
Rating: ADULT
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, I just like to play with it's characters.
Notes: This came about after a dream about a dream.
Shawn moaned, his fingers digging into thin hips as hungry lips devoured his own.
“Mm, oh god,” he moaned, breaking away from the kiss as his partners crotch ground hard and slow against his own, making his back arch away from the wall he pressed against.
“Want you,” he breathed as the figure moved lower, nimble fingers removing his belt and opening his jeans, “Want you so-o bad…”
He was overcome by a wave of pleasure as a warm, moist mouth engulfed his aching erection. His hips bucked and strained against an iron grip as the head bobbed against him, a strong tongue working the shaft of his cock slowly and methodically.
His orgasm built fast and hit hard, shooting through his entire body and making him scream.
“God,” he moaned as he came down from his high, “Can we do that again?”
“No.”
The voice was deep, masculine, and soothing, but then terrifyingly final.
“Why not?” he asked softly.
“Because this will never happen outside of your wildest wet dreams, Spencer.”
The bluest eyes he’d ever seen bore into his hazel ones, and he whimpered.
“But Lassi,”
“No, Spencer,” Carlton Lassiter cut in, “Now get out of here. Your alarm clock is going off.”
Shawn’s arm shot out from beneath his quilt, his fist slamming down hard on the snooze button of his digital clock.
Damn, he thought, then finished his thought out loud.
“That was some wet dream.”
Author: panda_god
Pairing: Shawn/Carlton
Rating: ADULT
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych, I just like to play with it's characters.
Notes: This came about after a dream about a dream.
Shawn moaned, his fingers digging into thin hips as hungry lips devoured his own.
“Mm, oh god,” he moaned, breaking away from the kiss as his partners crotch ground hard and slow against his own, making his back arch away from the wall he pressed against.
“Want you,” he breathed as the figure moved lower, nimble fingers removing his belt and opening his jeans, “Want you so-o bad…”
He was overcome by a wave of pleasure as a warm, moist mouth engulfed his aching erection. His hips bucked and strained against an iron grip as the head bobbed against him, a strong tongue working the shaft of his cock slowly and methodically.
His orgasm built fast and hit hard, shooting through his entire body and making him scream.
“God,” he moaned as he came down from his high, “Can we do that again?”
“No.”
The voice was deep, masculine, and soothing, but then terrifyingly final.
“Why not?” he asked softly.
“Because this will never happen outside of your wildest wet dreams, Spencer.”
The bluest eyes he’d ever seen bore into his hazel ones, and he whimpered.
“But Lassi,”
“No, Spencer,” Carlton Lassiter cut in, “Now get out of here. Your alarm clock is going off.”
Shawn’s arm shot out from beneath his quilt, his fist slamming down hard on the snooze button of his digital clock.
Damn, he thought, then finished his thought out loud.
“That was some wet dream.”