Unwrap Me
Psych
Mature
Carlton Lassiter/Shawn Spencer
Day 17 of the 25 Days of Shassie
Prompt: Stockings
~410 words
Warnings/Kinks: Crossdressing
Shawn dresses to impress.
Carlton opens the door to the bedroom tentatively. After walking through a quiet, dark house, he's paranoid about what he's going to find behind his bedroom door. Shawn wants him to be jumpy, ready for whatever he has planned. That's the only reason the rest of the house is dead and silent - normally the lights are on, the TV buzzing, usually something running on the stovetop or microwave while Shawn neglects to pay even the most basic amount of attention.
Shawn's sprawled out on their bed, the blankets and pillows rumpled even though Carlton made the bed just that morning. Shawn's been waiting impatiently, wriggling and fidgeting, making a mess the way he always does. Carlton reminds himself that it's worth it.
Dear God, it's worth it.
Shawn's gorgeous - he always is, and he knows it, the smug bastard. But when he's like this, it's so much better. Not the wrapping but when he's turned on, his body flushed and still except for when he shifts, his entire body stretching. He looks almost catlike, his arms extended above his head, his body arching just off the bed.
Carlton does, however, take a moment to consider the wrapping on his present. Shawn's put effort into it, all of it carefully constructed to tap into Carlton's love of his masculinity along with Carlton's desire for femininity. His stubble darkens his face and neck, and his nails are painted red. There's makeup around his eyes, eyeliner and smoky gray eyeshadow, but there's also hair on his chest, a treasure trail running over the curve of his stomach and down into the silk panties where the fabric is distended, curved in an enticing line.
Shawn raises a leg, drawing Carlton's eye to the thigh-high stockings that make his legs seem slender and longer than they are.
"Christ," he exhales.
Shawn grins. "Hey, Lassie."
Carlton barely breathes between the door and the bed. He drops to his knees as Shawn scoots closer. Carlton begins at his ankle and starts kissing his way up the inside of Shawn's leg, letting the traveled miles go over his shoulder.
As soon as he can, Shawn bends his knee, pulling Carlton's face up close. Shawn's hips arch, and Carlton gives in, sliding his hands up, ready to take what Shawn's willing to give and make Shawn know - make him scream it at the sky, howl at the moon - that all of this, all of him belongs to Carlton.