Tease

Dec 04, 2012 21:38


Psych
Teen+ for candy fellating with intent
Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer
Day 4 of the 25 Days of Shassie
Prompt: Candy Canes
~350 words
Shawn wants Lassiter's attention, and he thinks he knows how to get it.


Shawn's doing his best to get Lassiter's attention. He has four candycanes hooked into the collar of his t-shirt, and a fifth hanging out of his mouth. He knows that Lassiter sees the lollipops, the popsicles, the way Shawn teases the straws of his slushies with his tongue. He sees Lassiter's eyes widen, zeroing in, the tips of his ears turning pink, and Shawn's waiting for Lassiter to get fed up and take control, put his mouth to much better use.
Today, Shawn's feeling frisky, so he brought along five little helpers to push Lassiter past his limit. He hangs around the station for most of the day, licking and sucking, downright fellating the candy every time he feels Lassiter's eyes burning him as they stare at his mouth.

He's all the way down to his last one. He swallows it, the hook sticking out of his mouth as he lets the rest sit in his throat. He tilts his head back, and it isn't as impressive as a real show, but Lassiter has to ask before Shawn can give it to him, and they both know that rule by now.

The candycane is almost gone, and he's actually on his way out of the station, deflated by Lassiter's apparent unwillingness to take charge even when Shawn's practically begging him to. But before he even makes it to the front desk, there's a hand on his shoulder, shoving him into the wall of the hallway.

Shawn's gasps shamelessly and presses against the body that's pushing his against the wall. Lassiter's rumbling growl sounds somehow approving, but before Shawn can do anything, Lassiter snarls, hot and angry in his ear, "I'm allergic to mint, jackass."

Shawn's reeling from the acknowledgment that Lassiter wants him, and if it weren't for Lassiter pinning him to the wall, he would have slid to his knees to apologize as best he could, but Lassiter didn't let him. "So. Raincheck?"

Lassiter doesn't say anything, but when Shawn sees his eyes, he sees something hungry and turned on, and Shawn knows the answer already.

ship: carlton lassiter/shawn spencer, post: fic, f: psych

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