Our Future (Rendered in Gingerbread)
Psych
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Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer
Day 14 of the 25 Days of Shassie
Prompt: Gingerbread
~520 words
Shawn has an idea. More of a proposal, really. But how best to get Carlton on the same page?
When Shawn insisted that they make gingerbread architecture, Carlton was expecting a number of things. The Psych office or the station, maybe, crafted in the perfect detail that only Shawn could manage if he really put his mind to it. He helped Shawn as much as he could, but then Shawn had insisted that he could do better on his own, batted him away and told him not to come back until it was done.
"Laaaassie!" Shawn sing-songed, and Carlton sighed, sinking down in his favorite armchair. "C'mon Lassie, you gotta come see this!" Cartlon resisted only a moment longer until Shawn actually whistled, and the absurdity of it - and that he would actually answer it - made him smile as he slowly stood.
What he saw made him pause. It looked like any other house, too normal for Carlton's liking. Shawn didn't do normal - Shawn twisted and changed the rules. The house should be upside down, probably, and it would have made more sense, but it wasn't.
Shawn gestured towards it with a bright smile, and Carlton eyed him suspiciously before looking back at the house. Shawn deflated, "You don't like it."
"I expected something more..." Carlton shrugged and made a vague gesture with his hands.
"I took some artistic license," Shawn said defensively. "I just..." He crossed his arms, pouting and sulking, and Carlton immediately keyed in on his mood.
"Just what?" Carlton asked.
Shawn shrugged half-heartedly and glared at the house before suddenly perking up. "Oh," he said and scurried off. Carlton rolled his eyes but waited, used to Shawn's outbursts by now. When he returned, he held out a scrap of paper to Carlton. He took it, and Shawn leaned against him, watching his face as he scanned the picture.
It matched the gingerbread house perfectly, everything from doors to windows to the large porch. Shawn had taken some creative liberties - the one in the picture didn't have an observatory, but Carlton was fairly sure he could talk Shawn out of that.
He blinked suddenly, realizing what Shawn had put in front of him, what he had already accepted. "Oh."
"Oh?"
"Shawn," Carlton began, but Shawn looked up at him with those wide, pretty eyes that could say so much without Shawn having to open his mouth.
But that had never stopped him before. "I thought you'd like it. It's got a big yard. It's not that far from the beach. And," Shawn considered, shifting uncomfortably. "There's plenty of room. If. Um. If we."
Carlton loved Shawn, but sometimes he needed a break to let his brain catch up with his mouth. He kissed him gently, and when they parted, Shawn was beaming from ear to ear. "Can we?"
"Get a house?" Shawn nodded, eyes wide and pleading like he wanted a smoothie and not Carlton to agree to buy a house with him. "I want to look it over first."
"We have a tour this afternoon," Shawn announced gleefully, hugged Carlton tightly before darting over to the spare pieces of construction candy and gingerbread to make something for fun. This time, Carlton joined him.