The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 9/9]
The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 9/9]
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, and the whole gang along with a few OCs
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Smmary: It was never about the first kiss, they were too awkward. But the second...The second was always the sweetest.
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: Violence
Spoilers: Seasons 1 &2
Disclaimer: I do not own Shawn, Lassie-Face or Psych. They are all property of the USA Network. I am making no money from this.
Notes: It's over folks! It's only taken me...3 years? Anyways, that is mostly because I fell out of love with the show. After season 3...but I'm back. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the ride, hope you like it. And Long Live Shassie! As usual Un-Beta'd so please forgive the mistakes
Previous Parts:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII
Or read the whole thing HERE at AO3
Part IX
If this was death - darkness and a piercing ringing in his ears - Shawn was severely disappointed; he was sure it was going to be a cross between the explosive fun of ‘The A-Team’ and the coolness of Judd Nelson in ‘The Breakfast Club’. But as the ringing started to disappear he could hear shouts and orders resounding all around him but he didn’t feel anything.
Cracking an eye open, he saw a bullet hole in the floor, just a few inches off the mark, right next to his head. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder and he flinched away, sure that it was Matt, screwing with his final moments of his life and he just had to wait for the next bang. But there were hands unlocking the handcuffs and turning him over gently.
“Spencer, are you ok….Shawn?” Lassiter’s dread filled blue eyes locked with his before flooding with relief as the man spoke, voice shaking.
“Lassie? Where’d you come from?”
Before he was able to answer, Juliet rushed over to Shawn, doe-eyed and concerned, while Lassiter stepped back letting anger take over from his relief and rounded on a sneering, but fearful looking Matt Harris who was being restrained by McNab.
“Matt Harris,” Lassiter grabbed him from the officer as roughly as he could without crossing a line and spun him against the wall hard, twisting his arms back painfully. “You are under arrest for the murder of James Hobbes and the attempted murder of Shawn Spencer” Putting on the cuffs as tight as he could, while reciting the last of the Miranda Rights, Carlton flung the man back to McNab, afraid that if he took him in himself, Harris wouldn’t make it there alive.
As Lassiter turned back to the paramedics now surrounding Shawn with Juliet cooing over him and Henry rushing onto the scene, even among the noise and frenzy Shawn caught his eye and gave him a wink mouthing, ‘I owe you.’ Before he was taken away and Lassiter was left doing detective-ly things at the scene.
***
1 Week Later
“They’re closing Magnum.” O’Hara came in finding Lassiter at his desk and dropping the paper in front of him. “Looks like some urban renewal foundation is going to buy it.”
“Good.”
Juliet frowned, “That’s all you have to say? It was your bust and Shawn will be fine. You should be happy.”
“There’ll just be another club,” Lassiter said getting up and putting some files away “and we can always count on Spencer doing something stupid.”
“Well, at least Matt Harris is in prison for good.”
Lassiter ‘hmmmed’ a response and Juliet knew she wasn’t going to get anything else from him, so she left him brooding without another word.
Back at his desk, Lassiter distractedly opened a couple of emails, glanced at a file, trying to feel busy but it just wasn’t working. It wasn’t that he wanted to be so glum and he wasn’t the jolliest person usually by any means but even to himself Carlton had to admit that there was a certain amount of worry and confusion distracting him. No matter how hard he’d tried, every night he’d go home lay in bed and remember the scene at the club and the moment that he was so close to being to late. But that image would quickly devolve into the memory of the man kissing him. He had to do something about this, O’Hara was noticing and it was just a matter of time until the Chief did.
“O’Hara,” Lassiter called grabbing his jacket and heading toward the door. “I’m taking the rest of the day off, let the chief know.”
***
Henry had kicked Shawn out of the house, having fulfilled his duty of making sure in his own perverse fatherly way that his son was going to be fine. So finally Shawn was release from the paternal claws and safely able to kick back at his own place.
Shawn had collapsed down on the couch and flicked the TV on immediately upon his return; grateful that the back ground noise now was neither Henry nor COPS. The only issue now was that he was finally alone enough to think about what had happened. He could just forget it all and leave again; no one would stop him this time. It would cut down on any questions fired at him the next time he was in the station, but that just didn’t seem like an option anymore. As he shifted on the couch, a twinge in his still bruised body told him it physically wasn’t an option at the moment anyways.
A huge part of his past that he’d kept relatively hidden from his life now had been shoved out in the open but in the end that had turned out alright. Henry now knew that his son was bisexual, and in his words that was “fine”, and as far as the SBPD was concerned, well they just didn’t care. The world had progressed a lot since 1992, especially in California.
And then there was Lassiter.
“Carlton.” Shawn mumbled out loud but shook his head at how weird the name sounded. “Carly…” That was almost just as bad. No, it was “Lassie.” That definitely sounded better.
But what exactly was the lanky detective to him? That was the question swirling around Shawn’s mind when there was a knock on the door.
“Lassie?!” Shawn answered the door. “What are you doing here so early?”
Lassiter almost didn’t overcome the need to check his watch and remind the younger man that it was late afternoon. “I…Spen…Shawn. Can I come in?”
With out a hesitation Shawn moved aside and let the detective in.
Before Lassiter could say anything Shawn started talking in a tired voice. “Lassie if you’re here to reexamine my stupidity and carelessness you can just leave. I’ve already heard the lecture from Henry for seven day straight. I don’t need it from you too.”
He collapsed on his couch and Carlton silently took the adjacent seat. “Yes, I could do all that because you deserve it. But that isn’t why I’m here and you know it.”
Any the tension in the room left and despite being so tired Shawn relaxed and grinned openly.
“I never took you for the talking openly type lassie.”
“I’m divorced Shawn. I learn from my mistakes.”
“And what mistakes have you learned from in the past week?”
“Apart from never trusting calls from you late at night?” Lassiter looked at him pointedly. “Don’t take people you…like, for granted.”
“You’re not going to get all mushy with me are you?”
Carlton rolled his eyes. “I will leave if you don’t take any of this a little bit seriously Spencer.”
“Then I will just be doing this.” Shawn got up, plopped himself in Carlton’s lap and kissed him. It wasn’t like the first one, it wasn’t one sided, at least not after Carlton got over his initial surprise. It held the seriousness he was looking for as well as all the silliness that was Shawn Spencer. Not to mention a hint of sweet pineapple.
Shawn broke the kiss first. “You’re not shoving me off your lap this time.”
“No.”
Shawn kissed him again quickly before getting up and grabbing Carlton by the hand, pulling him up, and leading him toward the bedroom. That’s where Lassiter put on the breaks.
“Shawn, I…I came here to tell you that…this is a little too fast.” Carlton said sheepishly. “Maybe I should just go.”
“Are you kidding Lassie? As much as I’d love too I haven’t actually sleep since I was knocked out by a chair. If you don’t mind, I’d just love a nap with my shiny new Lassie-pillow.”
Shawn pulled him down to the bed, snuggled up and was asleep within minutes.
***
Sometime during the night Carlton woke to a warm body lying half on top of him. He couldn’t remember falling asleep but it must not have been that much after Shawn had.
This was different and weird, but good. What had Shawn called him? A Lassie-pillow? A couple of weeks back he’d have scoffed at that and probably called a 5051 for himself if he had even thought that he’d be in bed with Shawn Spencer because it was definitely some kind of insanity.
“Lassie, go back to sleep.” A mumbled voice came from the vicinity of his shoulder, it made him smile. Insane yes, but if felt right. So he tightened his hold and did just that.
***
“Shawn, what did I tell you?” Gus said cutting he friend off from what ever story he was about to tell. “I don’t want to hear about it.”
“Well, that’s going to be a bit of a problem…”
“Why, because you just can’t keep your mouth shut once in a while?”
“That’s not it G…”
“Shawn who is that… Oh...” Lassiter paused only for a second before coming into the kitchen, freshly showered, but in his rumpled clothes from yesterday, and walked right into the pair.
Gus looked at him wide-eyed, then back at Shawn, then back again.
“Lassie’s here.”
“I can see that Shawn thanks.” Gus gritted out before turning to Lassiter and wishing him a very stiff ‘good morning’, before walking to the door. “See you at work Shawn.”
“Do you think it would be easier on him if I called you Carly?”
“IF you do, you can forget about this.” Carlton pointed between the two of them.
Shawn turned from pouring the coffee to look at Carlton a huge goofy grin on his face.
“So does this mean I get to play damsel in distress more often?”
“Shawn, I swear to god if you ever pull what you did in the past week again I will lock you up and throw away the key.”
“Is that a promise?”
Carlton just shook his head “And this doesn’t mean you’ll be getting in on all my cases. You’re still a menace.”
“Yeah, but at least I’m your menace.” Shawn said cheekily before kissing him chastely and walking off into the bed room with a laugh.
THE END
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