All Thumbs, Psych FanFic
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TITLE: All Thumbs
RATING: PG-ish
WORD COUNT: 1066 (and all that)
CHARACTERS: Shawn/Carlton
WARNINGS: There are handcuffs...but not used in the fun way. *pouts with you*
SUMMARY: For psychflashfic's Challenge #7: "It was a dark and stormy night..." Handcuffed in a shack in the middle of nowhere, Carlton had no way of anticipating the impromptu lip-lock with Shawn Spencer.
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Disclaimer: Both of these totally awesome characters belong to USA Network...not me.
Author's Note: This "flashfic" ran away from me, almost literally (never leave loose-leaf paper next to an open window on a windy day...). It went way over the limit, so I'm splitting it up. Here's the first bit. The second bit just needs a bit more editing, but it should be posted at my journal tomorrow or Sunday. (Is it a "Warning" or an "Enticement" to say the second part will have smut?)
Many, many thanks to rockinhamburger for the beta work. She made this better, especially by pointing out my annoying tendency to lean toward vagueness. I didn't give her the chance to read this after the edits, so all final mistakes are my own.
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It was a dark and stormy night and Shawn would not stop fidgeting behind him. Carlton didn't think he'd ever missed his sidearm more. He'd already spent thirty minutes with his hands cuffed behind him, back-to-back with the ceaselessly energetic man and the post between them wasn't nearly wide enough to keep Carlton from feeling Shawn's every move. Carlton was fairly positive he could've built a solid self-defense case for himself.
"I can't believe I listened to you," Carlton grumbled as he tried again to work his hands free. Another rumble of thunder made the flimsy walls of the shack rattle.
"To be fair, Lassie, I only said I thought our guy was unarmed. There's no way I could've known about that crowbar." Carlton tried very hard to throw a glare over his shoulder.
"Aren't you supposed to be psychic?" he snarled. Shawn sighed dramatically and fidgeted some more.
"Everyone knows lightning is the bane of a psychic's existence," Shawn explained in a falsely patient tone. "Too much electricity in the air." Carlton tried very hard not to mutter 'bullshit' under his breath.
A small voice in the back of his mind told Carlton he was partially to blame for their little predicament. Carlton had never been able to sit still before a storm, and Shawn's arrival at the station had been a convenient excuse to stretch his legs. And really, it was his fault he hadn't fully taken Shawn seriously, his fault he hadn't called in when the original destination he'd given the chief had changed. Plus, that annoying voice wouldn't let him forget (on top of everything else) that his own handcuffs had been used against him. He had some level of responsibility attached to their current predicament, not that he planned to share that with Spencer.
"Can't you sit still?" Carlton snapped as another crack of thunder made his already aching head pound. Shawn sighed loudly again but, surprisingly, didn't respond. Carlton bit back his own sigh as he stretched his cramping legs out in front of him.
There was a sudden soft gasp from Shawn and it took Carlton a moment to realize the other man was moving away from him. Carlton stared as Shawn moved around to face him, somehow handcuff-free. "How'd you do that?" Carlton asked, half suspicious, half awed. Shawn grinned at him and moved to fiddle with the handcuffs on Carlton's wrists.
"I was a Magician's Apprentice for three weeks," he said, leaning against Carlton’s shoulder. "We did all kinds of things with handcuffs. He taught me a few magic tricks too." Carlton refused to allow any lingering thoughts on that statement.
Carlton jerked in surprise as his left hand fell free. He immediately pulled both his hands in front of him, biting down on a groan as his stiff shoulders protested the sudden movement. Shawn grabbed Carlton's right hand and Carlton watched as Shawn wielded a small piece of metal against the cuff.
"Where'd you find a shim?" Carlton asked. Shawn barely glanced up as the handcuff popped open.
"You had an ink pen in your jacket." Looking over his shoulder, Carlton spotted the suit jacket on the floor. He frowned at its distance from them as he turned back to face Shawn.
"How'd you get out of yours to get to it?" he asked. Shawn sighed as he dropped the handcuffs to the floor and plopped down next to Carlton's outstretched legs. Carlton caught hold of Shawn's hand and saw the odd angle of the thumb. He sighed. "Did you even try to put it back in place?" Carlton held onto Shawn's wrist as he grasped the thumb firmly and yanked.
"Ow!" Shawn yelled, pulling his hand away and holding it protectively against his chest. He pouted at Carlton as the detective rolled his eyes.
"Am I supposed to apologize for fixing your dislocated thumb?" he asked in exasperation. "Do I have to kiss it better?"
"Sure, Lassie," Shawn said, thrusting his hand out. "I've heard dog slobber has all kinds of health benefits. It was hard to say which man was more surprised as Carlton pulled the hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on Shawn's thumb.
The two men stared at each other as Carlton slowly let go of Shawn's hand. He had no clue what had possessed him to do that. He didn't think Shawn was the type of guy to throw punches, but Carlton watched him warily, just in case. He definitely wasn't expecting to get a sudden lap full of Spencer as the psychic launched himself at him, mouth first.
Carlton was so stunned (and maybe turned on) it took him a moment to realize his arms had wrapped tightly around Shawn, his own knees drawing up to pull the other man more firmly into his lap. His mouth was opening to let Shawn in before another roll of thunder brought him back to his Head Detective senses.
It was difficult for Carlton to pull away from Shawn with the younger man straddling him as he was (it had absolutely nothing to do with the enticing way Shawn's tongue was stroking over Carlton's bottom lip) but Carlton knew one of them needed to act like a responsible adult (or, at least, a little less like a sex-crazed teenager). There was, after all, a jewel thief on the loose. Carlton found himself somewhat grateful for the distraction of the wooden post digging into his back.
"Spencer," Carlton gasped, trying to push Shawn back. Shawn made what sounded like a growl and only seemed to try harder to burrow himself into Carlton. "Shawn!" Carlton's shove finally managed to unseat the other man, making Shawn fall off of him and onto his own butt on the floor next to him. Shawn blinked at the detective, looking dazed as they both caught their breath.
"Damn, Lassicious," Shawn gasped. Carlton fought the urge to pull Shawn back to him and surged to his feet instead.
"We gotta call in," he said gruffly as he reached for his suit jacket. He wasn't surprised to find the son of a bitch had taken his cell phone. He didn't even bother to ask if Shawn still had his.
"So, Carlton," Shawn said as he got to his feet. "Do you fancy a stroll in the rain?" Carlton glared daggers at him as the thunder rolled overhead.
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TITLE: All Thumbs
RATING: PG-ish
WORD COUNT: 1066 (and all that)
CHARACTERS: Shawn/Carlton
WARNINGS: There are handcuffs...but not used in the fun way. *pouts with you*
SUMMARY: For psychflashfic's Challenge #7: "It was a dark and stormy night..." Handcuffed in a shack in the middle of nowhere, Carlton had no way of anticipating the impromptu lip-lock with Shawn Spencer.
AO3 Link
Disclaimer: Both of these totally awesome characters belong to USA Network...not me.
Author's Note: This "flashfic" ran away from me, almost literally (never leave loose-leaf paper next to an open window on a windy day...). It went way over the limit, so I'm splitting it up. Here's the first bit. The second bit just needs a bit more editing, but it should be posted at my journal tomorrow or Sunday. (Is it a "Warning" or an "Enticement" to say the second part will have smut?)
Many, many thanks to rockinhamburger for the beta work. She made this better, especially by pointing out my annoying tendency to lean toward vagueness. I didn't give her the chance to read this after the edits, so all final mistakes are my own.
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It was a dark and stormy night and Shawn would not stop fidgeting behind him. Carlton didn't think he'd ever missed his sidearm more. He'd already spent thirty minutes with his hands cuffed behind him, back-to-back with the ceaselessly energetic man and the post between them wasn't nearly wide enough to keep Carlton from feeling Shawn's every move. Carlton was fairly positive he could've built a solid self-defense case for himself.
"I can't believe I listened to you," Carlton grumbled as he tried again to work his hands free. Another rumble of thunder made the flimsy walls of the shack rattle.
"To be fair, Lassie, I only said I thought our guy was unarmed. There's no way I could've known about that crowbar." Carlton tried very hard to throw a glare over his shoulder.
"Aren't you supposed to be psychic?" he snarled. Shawn sighed dramatically and fidgeted some more.
"Everyone knows lightning is the bane of a psychic's existence," Shawn explained in a falsely patient tone. "Too much electricity in the air." Carlton tried very hard not to mutter 'bullshit' under his breath.
A small voice in the back of his mind told Carlton he was partially to blame for their little predicament. Carlton had never been able to sit still before a storm, and Shawn's arrival at the station had been a convenient excuse to stretch his legs. And really, it was his fault he hadn't fully taken Shawn seriously, his fault he hadn't called in when the original destination he'd given the chief had changed. Plus, that annoying voice wouldn't let him forget (on top of everything else) that his own handcuffs had been used against him. He had some level of responsibility attached to their current predicament, not that he planned to share that with Spencer.
"Can't you sit still?" Carlton snapped as another crack of thunder made his already aching head pound. Shawn sighed loudly again but, surprisingly, didn't respond. Carlton bit back his own sigh as he stretched his cramping legs out in front of him.
There was a sudden soft gasp from Shawn and it took Carlton a moment to realize the other man was moving away from him. Carlton stared as Shawn moved around to face him, somehow handcuff-free. "How'd you do that?" Carlton asked, half suspicious, half awed. Shawn grinned at him and moved to fiddle with the handcuffs on Carlton's wrists.
"I was a Magician's Apprentice for three weeks," he said, leaning against Carlton’s shoulder. "We did all kinds of things with handcuffs. He taught me a few magic tricks too." Carlton refused to allow any lingering thoughts on that statement.
Carlton jerked in surprise as his left hand fell free. He immediately pulled both his hands in front of him, biting down on a groan as his stiff shoulders protested the sudden movement. Shawn grabbed Carlton's right hand and Carlton watched as Shawn wielded a small piece of metal against the cuff.
"Where'd you find a shim?" Carlton asked. Shawn barely glanced up as the handcuff popped open.
"You had an ink pen in your jacket." Looking over his shoulder, Carlton spotted the suit jacket on the floor. He frowned at its distance from them as he turned back to face Shawn.
"How'd you get out of yours to get to it?" he asked. Shawn sighed as he dropped the handcuffs to the floor and plopped down next to Carlton's outstretched legs. Carlton caught hold of Shawn's hand and saw the odd angle of the thumb. He sighed. "Did you even try to put it back in place?" Carlton held onto Shawn's wrist as he grasped the thumb firmly and yanked.
"Ow!" Shawn yelled, pulling his hand away and holding it protectively against his chest. He pouted at Carlton as the detective rolled his eyes.
"Am I supposed to apologize for fixing your dislocated thumb?" he asked in exasperation. "Do I have to kiss it better?"
"Sure, Lassie," Shawn said, thrusting his hand out. "I've heard dog slobber has all kinds of health benefits. It was hard to say which man was more surprised as Carlton pulled the hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on Shawn's thumb.
The two men stared at each other as Carlton slowly let go of Shawn's hand. He had no clue what had possessed him to do that. He didn't think Shawn was the type of guy to throw punches, but Carlton watched him warily, just in case. He definitely wasn't expecting to get a sudden lap full of Spencer as the psychic launched himself at him, mouth first.
Carlton was so stunned (and maybe turned on) it took him a moment to realize his arms had wrapped tightly around Shawn, his own knees drawing up to pull the other man more firmly into his lap. His mouth was opening to let Shawn in before another roll of thunder brought him back to his Head Detective senses.
It was difficult for Carlton to pull away from Shawn with the younger man straddling him as he was (it had absolutely nothing to do with the enticing way Shawn's tongue was stroking over Carlton's bottom lip) but Carlton knew one of them needed to act like a responsible adult (or, at least, a little less like a sex-crazed teenager). There was, after all, a jewel thief on the loose. Carlton found himself somewhat grateful for the distraction of the wooden post digging into his back.
"Spencer," Carlton gasped, trying to push Shawn back. Shawn made what sounded like a growl and only seemed to try harder to burrow himself into Carlton. "Shawn!" Carlton's shove finally managed to unseat the other man, making Shawn fall off of him and onto his own butt on the floor next to him. Shawn blinked at the detective, looking dazed as they both caught their breath.
"Damn, Lassicious," Shawn gasped. Carlton fought the urge to pull Shawn back to him and surged to his feet instead.
"We gotta call in," he said gruffly as he reached for his suit jacket. He wasn't surprised to find the son of a bitch had taken his cell phone. He didn't even bother to ask if Shawn still had his.
"So, Carlton," Shawn said as he got to his feet. "Do you fancy a stroll in the rain?" Carlton glared daggers at him as the thunder rolled overhead.
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