Psych Multi-Chapter Fic: The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 3/9]
The first...no, the Second Kiss is the Sweetest [Part 3/9]
Characters: Shawn Spencer, Carlton Lassiter, and the whole gang along with a few OCs
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter [Pre-Slash for now]
Summary: 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: None
Spoilers: Seasons 1 &2
Disclaimer: I do not own Shawn, Lassy-Face or Psych. They are all property of the USA Network. I am making no money from this.
Notes: This chapter goes a bit out of character, but have no fears, they'll be back to themselves in the next; I'm having a hard time figuring out how to make Lassy gay, or at least gay for Shawn. I hope this sets the seed for it though. And as usual This is unBeta'd.
Coming up in Part 4: Murder, Lou Diamond Phillip references and Mr. T. Oh! And the return of an old 'friend'.
Previous Parts:
Part I Part II Part III Part IV
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Magnum 54 was a pretty seedy looking place, but lively. There were three men working on poles, and half a dozen out serving drinks and giving ‘private’ dances.
Shawn laughed at Lassiter’s attempt to look everywhere except at the men, and linked his arm with the detective’s pulling him towards a booth in the furthest corner.
“Ok, so I’m your boyfriend, you’re a lawyer, and we’re only here for a drink and a bit of eye entertainment.” Shawn whispered to his new ‘date’. “You’re Lassie O’Callaghan, and I’ll just be you’re Little Pookie.” He’d had the whole story worked out for them. It was really too bad that Gus left so fast this morning, Shawn was sure there was money in getting Lassie to call him Pookie.
“I am not calling you Po…that.” Carlton growled and tried wiggling out of Shawn’s grasp, but the infuriating man just held on tighter.
“You’ll have to if you don’t want anyone to make you. And can you at least try to look like you enjoy this. It’s not like I’m Carroll Todd.”
Lassiter barked a ‘fine’ at him, and stopped, but he couldn’t keep himself from walking stiffly.
Shawn started nattering on about one thing or another, playing the part, or as Carlton knew just being his annoying self, but he only caught words of it until they were secreted away in a booth at the far end of the club.
“I’m going to go get some drinks, be back in a flash.”
Leaving the table, Shawn blew a kiss to Lassiter before making his way to the bar. He easily caught sight of his Mr. Ramirez, currently occupied by a man in a cowboy costume, complete with thong and chaps. Taking a minute to admire the dancers, while waiting for the drinks, Shawn caught looks from a few men around the bar, and preening his ego a bit, he made sure to put a sway on his step while he walked back to the table. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get a number or two before they left and meet up with someone once he let Lassie back to his normal, very hetero life.
“There’s a booky in the back, and the man at the end of the bar is selling coke out of his pocket.” Shawn said in rushed hush tones when he returned to Lassiter with an accomplished smile. “I told you I saw snow.”
Lassiter made no sign of whether he was listening to Shawn, but he definitely too aware of him when the man slid up next to him, his side plastered against his own. Before he began thinking about it, Carlton took the offered drink and quickly put away a huge gulp for courage; he needed it. The taste surprised him though, and his eyes shot up to meet Spencer’s watchful ones.
“This is Glenfiddich.”
“Only the best for you Lassie-Face.” Shawn purred in his ear.
Lassiter jumped a bit at the voice; somehow the man had just managed to upset his entire opinion in him with a simple drink order and sentence. Really it wasn’t that he was homophobic, but he did come from an Irish-Catholic family. That was enough to put the jump in anyone when it came to over-friendly people of the same sex. And the drink; Taking another sip of his drink, enjoying the taste of the expensive scotch, Lassiter attempted to relax back into his seat, and hesitantly put his arm around Shawn while keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings.
The move put a smile on the psychics face, it had been a while since he’d cuddled up to a man, but Shawn quickly settled into Lassiter. He’d forgotten how nice it was to have a strong arm around him; something women definitely couldn’t give him.
After a few minutes of silence between them, Shaw started to get restless. He had a job to do, he couldn’t forget that and well, sitting quietly was not something he did very well. Making the excuse of getting another drink, he bounded away with wink back at Lassiter.
With Shawn gone, Carlton took stock of all the violations he could see: definitely underage dancers, the drugs, prostitution had to be in there somewhere to. This place was definitely a front for something. Whatever it was, it didn’t matter now though, Lassiter was sure his life was never going to be the same after this whether he walked out of here with an arrest or not. And just to prove him right, a shadow suddenly descended on the table obscuring the hypnotic amber liquid in his glass.
“Hey there handsome, how about a dance?”
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Shawn went about here and there looking for anything else he could find before finally taking up a perch at the bar. He could see his mark clearly, the cowboy now gone and replaced with a ripped man with a top hat, bow tie and very very short shorts. Shawn licked his lips ready to get down to business and was just getting himself in a position to snap some pictures with his cell when he took a glance over his shoulder. Just wanting to see how Lassiter was getting along, Shawn expected to see him staring blatantly into his scotch like he had the first time he’d check, but instead he found a red faced Lassiter currently being privy to a dance by a man decked out like Rocky with gold shorts, and he looked about ready to start shooting.
“Hey, get your paws of my man!” Shawn screeched rushing to the rescue. Slipping between the two and plopping himself in Lassiter’s lap with a possessive glare aimed at the man.
Carlton cleared his throat shifting uncomfortably under the sudden weight of the man now occupying his lap; he wouldn’t deny his thanks at being rescued though and quickly followed Shawn’s lead, wrapping an arm around his waist possessively.
“Hun, is this little alley rat really yours?” The stripper asked Lassiter with a laugh.
He opened his mouth about to start spouting his rights to arrest him for assault, Shawn however, cut in before he could get a word out.
“Yeah Andrea, I’m his. Now back off before I ask my Lassie-Face to subpoena you or something.”
“My name’s James.” He stared back stubbornly.
“Andrea.” Shawn emphasized the name with an angry glare. “Scram.”
The striper eyed the odd pair suspiciously, before shrugging and speaking directly to Lassiter. “Fine law man, if you’re going to waste your time with that, who am to stop you?” The half naked man walked away with one last seductive look at Lassiter, who shuddered with disgust in reply.
A look of hurt flittered across Shawn’s face at the glib remark but he quickly covered it up with a grin, fastening his arm around the stunned detective’s neck, while Lassiter could think of nothing else but to ask him about Andrea
“The jealous lesbian in ‘Windows’.” Shawn smiled down at the confuse look on Lassiter’s face. “The woman she loved was dating a Detective. Really bad movie of violent unrequited love; I wouldn’t recommend it.”
Shawn was enjoying his perch, he’d never really thought about the detective that way, but he couldn’t help feeling that they were a pretty good fit. Through his entire general unpleasant attitude toward him and what he did, Lassiter often surprised him, like getting his bike back after it was compounded. It left him questioning who the man really was all of the time. It was no doubt that he definitely had his own charm too and not to mention his arm was still clamped rather tightly around him.
“Lassie, you’re still holding me.” Shawn whispered in a ghost of a breath close to the man’s ear.
As if suddenly burnt, Carlton let go of the younger man’s waist and pushed the man off. Shawn just barely caught himself from falling to the floor.
“Geez, you could have just asked me to get off. It worked the first time.”
Carlton did at least have the decency to look apologetic before getting up and ushering the man toward the door; this whole experience just went a bit to beyond his comfort level.
“We are going. Now.”
“You aren’t going to arrest anyone? I know at least one of those guys was underage.”
“I don’t care.”
“Aww, your poor handcuffs are going to be so lonely.”
Lassiter opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it shut choosing instead to point Shawn toward the car.
Why Carlton drove the menace home, he didn’t know, but the whole ride was spent in silence until he pulled up to the curb in front of the apartment. Shawn said a simple goodnight, and started to get out of the car when Lassiter grabbed his shirt stopping him, and looking rather murderous.
“For what ever reason you dragged me in that place Spencer, I don’t care. But I swear to god if you ever mention this night, I’ll make sure they never find your body.”
Shawn frowned at him, and sighed looking completely deflated, it couldn’t have really been that bad could it? Nothing extraordinary happened and it’s not like they ended up sleeping together in a drunken stupor. He knew what was the problem though, it was the same problem his dad had had back in 1992; cops couldn’t be gay, or be associated with the gay world.
“I won’t say anything Detective Lassiter, wouldn’t think of hurting your illustrious career.”
With that, Shawn ripped his shirt out of Lassiter’s hand and left without another word leaving the detective confused at to what really just happened. He shook it off, it was only Shawn after all, and he didn’t even like the man.
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PART 4
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