Psych Fic: Lassiter/Shawn part 2
Title: Multiple Times (2/5)
Category: Psych
Paring: Lassiter/Shawn
Rating: Hard R
Spoilers: Only from Shawn v. The Red Phantom
Summary: There are multiple times Dective Lassiter will be at a loss for words, and most of them involve a certain "psychic".
The second time was a few days after the first time. Chief Vick had kept her promise to be back into work the next day, but stayed only long enough to hand over control of the station to Lassiter - temporally of course - before running back to breast freed or whatever it is new mothers do.
This sudden weight of responsibility had momentarily overwhelmed Lassiter, but after a silent mental panic attack, he collected himself and soon he was in his element. For the next couple days, Lassiter was kept busy handing out assignments, writing reports, reading reports, and throwing Spencer out of the station every time he caught the so-called psychic snooping around the assignment folders. He once looked at Gus in exasperation when Spencer starting convulsing violently on the floor shouting that great danger was approaching, but Gus merely stared back like a deer caught in the headlights.
Nothing had changed in the relationship between the three of them. Spencer acted like nothing happened, Gus acted as if he knew nothing of the events which had occurred, and Lassiter still hated Spencer interference in police business; it made effort they did to actually solve the crime look like a joke. All their weeks of work and multiple all-nighters put to waste as Spencer shoved his way in and solved the thing in days, sometimes hours. It would not have bothered Lassiter so much if he knew how Spencer was doing it. He knew a liar when he saw one, and Lassiter hated liars more than almost anything in the world.
One day he would drag that lie out of Spencer, so help him God, but today Lassiter had reports to write, read, and file away for the Chief to examine later. Every few often, the Chief would enter the station looking like she had not slept for days, grab a stack of files, and wander out again. Lassiter had heard that the first few years of parenthood were like being on an unending suicide watch, he believed it after one look at the Chief’s face.
So Lassiter, tried to be as accurate and organized as possible in order to help the Chief in his own small way, even if it meant working overtime, like he was tonight.
It had been a long day. One arrest for homicide, three for robbery, two for assault, two for damage to personal property, four sessions in the questioning room along with four confessions, and five unsolved cases still being sorted through. All that added up to a butt load of paperwork Lassiter had to finish before tomorrow.
Lassiter sighed and lend back from his desk. Idly, his eyes drifted around the station as he rubbed his neck. O’Hara was doing her own share of paperwork - she had recently regained the ability to look him in the eye again after her drunken experience, McNab was getting ready to leave for the day, and why was a dark skinned man in a suit trying to hide behind the water cooler?
Lassiter resisted the urge to literally growl as he jumped from his seat and stalked over to where the scared looking man desperately trying to blend into the wallpaper.
“Where is he?” Lassiter bit out.
Gus shrugged and pointed in the vicinity of the hallway leading to the left. Lassiter felt his spin stiffen and his jaw clench. He glared in the direction Gus had pointed for a few seconds before returning his gaze back to Gus.
Lassiter stepped forward threateningly and he swore he heard Gus whimper, “I’m going to go to the bathroom, and when I get back I had better not see you and - most of all - I had better not see a certain other person. Get me?”
Gus bit his lip, “How long will you be in the bathroom for?”
Lassiter caught himself as his hand reached toward Gus’s throat. He glared one more time at the obviously terrified man (just for good measure), before turning down the right hallway toward the bathroom.
Lassiter slammed the bathroom door open with enough force so that it hit the opposite wall. Instead of heading toward the urinals, he made his way to the sink, flipped his tie over his shoulder, and turned on the faucet with quick, efficient movements. Lassiter paused to stare at his tired face reflected in the mirror, before cupping cold water into his palm and running it over his face. He closed his eyes, rested his head against the mirror, and started to feel his shoulders relax. Then he heard the very distinctive sound of a lock being clicked into place.
Lassiter reacted instantly, body tensing and turning to face to sound, hand reaching for his gun, only to see Spencer leaning casually against the door he had just moments ago thrown open so violently.
“Did you know these doors lock?” Spencer asked, pointing toward the door in question.
“Spencer…” Lassiter did growl this time.
“What if there was an emergency? Like a hostage situation kind of thing?” Spencer ignored the threat of violence hanging in the air and just talked on as if Lassiter was not glaring bullet holes into his face.
“What, on God’s green earth, do you think you are doing here?”
“Actually, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this is tile. Head Detective like you should be more observant of this things.”
Lassiter’s eyes narrowed dangerously, “You have five seconds to get out of my sight.”
Spencer’s smile suddenly took on a wicked gleam that made Lassiter twitch slightly, “Oh, I’m sure you’ll last longer than that.”
Lassiter blinked, “…What?”
But Spencer was already moving toward him. For a wild moment, Lassiter thought Spencer was going to hit him, but then Spencer dropped to his knees before him, unzipped Lassiter’s pants, pulled his soft member out of his pants, and took him into his mouth.
Lassiter gasped, one hand going automatically to Spencer’s hair while the other steadied himself by grabbing the sink. Already he could feel himself hardening inside the warmth of Spencer’s mouth. He looked down and met the green eyes staring up, reflecting the wicked gleam that Spencer’s smile had held a moment ago. Slowly, Spencer’s hands came up to grab Lassiter’s hips.
“Wha-…” Lassiter tried to repeat, but the question broke off in a moan as he felt Spencer’s tongue flick at the small slit at the head of his cock. All Lassiter could do was bite back a groan and let his head fall back into the wall with a small thud.
Just as suddenly as Spencer’s mouth had swallowed him in, Lassiter was released. He was embarrassed to find that he whimpered at the loss of sensation. Glancing down, not at all desperately, Lassiter saw Spencer grinning up at him and (God help him) his erection throbbed painfully.
“It’s been five seconds. Should I leave now? I’m sure that thing unlocks very easily from this side, and you do have a lot of work to do.” Spencer nodded toward the door in mock earnestness.
Lassiter stared in silence.
“It’s really handy I’m a psychic, you know, so I can hear you asking me so nicely with your thoughts.”
After that, all Lassiter knew was the sensation of Spencer’s mouth, lips, and tongue. The alternation of heavy suction and the feeling of a tongue trying to map out every inch of his cock made Lassiter’s vision fuzzy. Spencer’s fingers dug into his hips to keep them from thrusting. Lassiter knew he was going to have bruises in the perfect shape and size of Spencer’s fingers, and that image forced out a choked moan that formed somewhere in his chest and traveled all the way out through his mouth.
Then there were no more thoughts, just a wave of pleasure building from his spine to his dick. Lassiter felt the hands release him to cup his ass, and he took full advantage of the situation to thrust into Spencer’s mouth. While that action would have earned him complaint and a night of jerking off in the shower from his wife and other past girlfriends, Spencer just hummed in approval and seemed to draw him in deeper.
And then Lassiter was stiffening in a way that was both familiar and new. His hand gripped Spencer’s hair painfully, his body spasmed, he was sure he saw white around the edges of his vision, and he absolutely did not call out Spencer’s first name in a way he would admit to latter on.
Lassiter’s memory got a bit fuzzy after this point. He remembers all his muscles relaxing at once and Spencer moving automatically to support him. He remembers breathing heavily into the junction between Spencer’s neck and shoulder as warm hands rubbed up and down his spin and cupped the back of his neck. If pressed, he can vaguely recall their foreheads touching for a brief moment and flashes of green that always seemed to be changing their tint.
Then Lassiter’s clothing was all in its proper place with all the important bits tucked away and zipped up, and he was washing his hands calmly as Spencer unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom whistling something that sounded suspiciously like “My Humps”.
Only after the door swung shut did Lassiter allow himself to look in the mirror and see the relaxed figure staring back at him with eyes that where not quite as tired anymore.
***
“Okay, now let’s get out of here before Lassiter comes back.” Spencer tugged Gus’s arm lightly and took off at a fast pace toward the main exit.
“Did you get what you needed?” Gus asked.
Spencer smiled, “All that and more.”
“How did you know Lassiter was going to be using the bathroom?”
“Please, Gus, did you see all those empty coffee cups around his desk? No man can ingest that much caffeine without some diuretic side effects.”
TBC
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