FIC: Drunken Irish Luck (3/3)
Title: Drunken Irish Luck
Author: moondragon25 (or moondragon23 on other sites)
Pairing: Shawn/Carlton
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's St. Patrick's Day and the gang is out celebrating on their first double date. It was supposed to be a night out drinking with friends and loved ones. But things never go as planned for Shawn and Carlton. Sequel to The L Word.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. This is just for fun. I do own all original characters.
Notes: Thank you everyone for the support this last week. I found a job, so that's one less bit of stress gone from my life.
I can't believe Psych is ending tonight :( I'm really going to miss it. But I'll still be around writing stories as long as anybody will read them.
Here's the last part of the story. Enjoy.
Part 1
Part 2
Carlton looked at himself in the mirror. The cut over his eye had stopped bleeding, though a line of dried blood ran down to his cheek. His split lip was still oozing slightly but was already starting to scab up. That would make talking annoying and painful for the next few days. However, most of his attention was on his eye. It was already starting to bruise and swell. By tomorrow he would have an obvious shiner, telling anyone who hadn't already heard that he had gotten into a fight.
“Not that there will be anybody left who doesn't know,” he muttered. Dobson and Murphy were good cops but wouldn't hesitate to spread the news of their boss getting into a bar fight. Though maybe hearing what he did to the guy for attacking Shawn would get some of his worst critics to leave him alone for awhile.
He wiped the blood off his face, careful not to reopen the cut. The rest he couldn't do much for besides making sure to ice his eye when he got home.
He was lifting the edge of his shirt to check his side when the door opened. He turned quickly to face it, gritting his teeth at the sharp pain in his side. “What do you want?”
Shawn closed the door behind him. “I came to see how you were doing.” He crossed the room to stand in front of him. He shook his head, tsking as he studied Carlton's face. “You're definitely going to have a black eye.”
“I know.” Carlton crossed his arms carefully, trying not to further aggravate his ribs. “I told you I was fine.”
“And I pretended to believe you when we were in front of everybody else,” Shawn said. “It's just the two of us in here.” He looked Carlton over, eyes linger on his crossed arms. “How's your side?”
“Painful,” Carlton admitted. He uncrossed his arms and turned back to the mirror. He carefully lifted his shirt, exposing a dark bruise along the left side of his rib cage.
Shawn hissed in sympathy. Crossing to Carlton's left side, he carefully felt along the ribs, muttering apologies when Carlton winced at a particularly painful push. “Nothing appears to be broken,” he said finally, his hand lingering on the bare skin just below his ribs. His face was uncharacteristically serious as he stared at the dark bruise.
Carlton lowered his shirt, gently pushing Shawn's hand away. “It'll heal, Shawn. I'll be fine.”
Shawn let out a deep breath. “I know, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Maybe it wouldn't have, if I could have kept my mouth shut,” he said bitterly.
“Regretting not pressing charges?” Carlton asked.
“Yes,” Shawn said, causing Carlton to look at him in surprise. “Maybe. I don't know.” He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned away. “He may not have really meant what he said to us but he had to have heard it from somewhere. How can people think those things about us? About you?” He looked back at Carlton and the detective's breath caught at the pain and anger in his eyes. “It isn't right,” Shawn said softly.
Carlton stepped forward and pulled Shawn tight against him. His boyfriend resisted at first, but then relaxed in his grip. “It isn't right,” he agreed quietly, running a hand down his back. “But unfortunately there are no shortage of people like that in this world.”
“Why can't they just leave us alone?” Shawn asked softly, the pain in his voice enough to make Carlton's heart break. He unconsciously tightened his grip, wishing there was a way to protect Shawn from those people and knowing there wasn't.
“I don't know,” he said. “But we can't let them ruin our lives. Otherwise, they win.”
Shawn nodded, nuzzling his face into Carlton's neck. He started kissing him, light and gentle, his lips barely tickling the skin. He moved lower, pulling aside the shirt collar to nip where Carlton's neck met his collarbone.
“Shawn, we can't do this, not here,” Carlton said reluctantly. He could feel himself responding to Shawn's touch as his boyfriend continued to nibble on his neck. He gasped when teeth latched on to his earlobe, the bite stopping just short of causing pain. “Someone could walk in,” he said shakily, trying to get his horny boyfriend to see reason.
Shawn did stop then and Carlton tried not to sigh when his boyfriend pulled away. Shawn walked over to the door, the loud click of the lock engaging sending a flood of arousal through Carlton's body. He watched as Shawn slowly walked back to him, pressing Carlton bodily against the sink. One hand rested on his hip, the other reached up to gently stroke the side of his face. “Shawn, we can't,” he said, though it was getting harder to remember why he was resisting with Shawn's stiff cock pressing against his thigh.
“Nobody's ever been in a fight for me before, man or woman,” Shawn said huskily. “You defending me like that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.” He kissed his lips gently, the spark of pain somehow adding to the pleasure. His lips moved along his jaw, nipping and kissing along the smooth skin. “I could bend over this sink right now, let you take me hard and fast,” he whispered into his ear.
Carlton swallowed hard, trying to block out the images Shawn's words were forming in his mind. “Someone would hear you.”
Shawn pulled away, a look of frustration on his face. “Not over the noise the crowd is making out there.” He studied him for a moment before a slow grin came over his face. “I know how to change your mind.”
Carlton barely had time to process what Shawn had said before his boyfriend was one his knees, unzipping his pants. “Shawn, what the hell - ” His question dissolved into a loud moan as Shawn freed his half-hard cock and took it into his mouth.
He gripped the edge of the sink in white-knuckled hands as Shawn slid along his cock, the sensations from his hot, moist mouth driving him wild. He could feel his resolve breaking, just as Shawn knew it would. His boyfriend pulled on his ass, encouraging Carlton to thrust forward. He did so gently, not wanting to hurt Shawn but unable to resist. Shawn tilted his head back and opened his throat, letting Carlton slid fully inside him. He groaned as Shawn swallowed, the tight, slick muscles massaging his cock. He closed his eyes, giving in to his growing desire as he thrust harder down Shawn's throat.
Shawn pulled back suddenly, letting go of him. Carlton opened his eyes to see him looking up at him smugly. “Changed your mind yet?”
With a growl, Carlton pulled him to his feet and into a harsh kiss. “I could charge you with assaulting an officer,” he growled.
“Twice in one night?” Shawn asked cheekily. “Someone might think you're provoking people.”
“Shut up,” Carlton said. He reclaimed Shawn's mouth, quickly walking him backwards until his boyfriend was pressed up against the wall. Shawn let out a muffled grunt and Carlton froze, having forgotten Shawn hurt his back earlier. He broke the kiss and looked at Shawn with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Going soft on me already?” Shawn asked, grinning up at him. “I said I like it rough.”
“Shawn - ”
“Let me guess, you want me to 'assume the position.'” Shawn turned around and put his hands flat against the wall, legs apart. He flashed a grin at Carlton over his shoulder. “Whenever you're ready, officer.”
“That's detective to you, punk,” Carlton growled, assuming the role Shawn wanted him to play. He did a thorough weapons check, hands lingering in areas he knew would have his boyfriend squirming. “I think you might be concealing something,” he growled into Shawn's ear.
His boyfriend shivered against him. “Yeah? Where am I hiding it then?” he challenged. He gasped when Carlton gripped his cock tightly through his pants.
“How about right here?” Carlton asked. His hands slid up, making quick work of Shawn's belt. He slid the pants down until Shawn was standing there in his boxers. He pressed up against him, reaching around to fondle his boyfriend's stiff cock through the thin fabric. “Someone seems to be enjoying this.”
“I'm not the only one,” Shawn said, rubbing back against Carlton's own erection. “I think a cavity search might be warranted in this case,” he suggested.
“Are you telling me how to do my job?” Carlton asked in mock anger, gripping Shawn's cock tightly.
His boyfriend groaned, dropping his head against the wall. “Just trying to cooperate, detective,” he panted.
Carlton slid his hands to the waist band of Shawn's boxers. Slowly, he slid them down, running his hand lightly over the backs of his legs as he did. He took a moment to admire the firm, tight ass in front of him, knowing he would soon be inside it.
He stood up, placing a hand against the back of Shawn's neck. “Don't move.” He waited until Shawn nodded before pulling out his wallet. He had gotten into the habit of carrying an extra condom and lube with him after that time in the car after a showdown with an armed gunman. Shawn had shown just how grateful he was Carlton had saved his life. While he didn't normally condone public fornication, he had to admit to needing to replace those items several times since then.
He opened the packet of lube and spread it over his fingers. He turned back to Shawn, giving his boyfriend's cock a few light strokes before moving his hand to his back entrance.
He slowly slid a finger inside, feeling the tight muscles clenching around him. Shawn moaned, pushing back to force the finger deeper. “You don't have to go so slow. I can take it,” his boyfriend said encouragingly.
“Perps don't get to make requests,” Carlton said. However, he added a second finger, loving the way Shawn shuddered hard against him. He stretched him out quickly and roughly, partly to keep in character and partly because he wasn't sure how long he could hold out before sinking inside his lover. With that thought, he added a third finger, plunging the digits harshly into him.
Shawn pushed back against the invading digits, breathing hard. “Enough, Lassie, I'm ready. Get inside me.”
He removed his fingers from Shawn and fumbled for the condom. He cursed as his slick fingers kept him from getting enough of a purchase on the wrapper to open it.
Shawn turned around, breaking character for a moment. “Allow me.” Taking the condom, he easily opened it and spread it down Carlton's shaft. He suppressed a moan as Shawn took longer than needed, stroking him lightly. He grabbed his boyfriend's shoulders and turned him roughly back to face the wall. “I've got it from here.”
He spread the leftover lube on his hands over his cock. He lined himself up, pushing carefully forward. Shawn was still very tight and he had to push hard before he slid partway inside.
Shawn groaned loudly, dropping his head to the wall.
“You okay?” Carlton asked worriedly.
“Yeah,” Shawn panted, though Carlton could hear he was in pain. “Keep going.”
Carlton didn't move so Shawn took over. He pushed back, crying out as he took Carlton's entire length inside him. His muscles flexed around the detective, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Carlton's hands tightened on Shawn's hips as he fought to keep himself still.
Shawn pressed his head against the wall, breathing harshly as he tried to adjust to the sudden penetration. Carlton rubbed his sides gently. As much as the man may sometimes annoy him, he didn't like causing Shawn unnecessary pain. “That was stupid.”
“You were taking too long,” Shawn gasped. Carlton could feel him starting to relax, the tight heat he was encased in no longer so restricting. Shawn suddenly pushed back against him, getting a startled gasp. “Start moving.”
“Are you sure?” Carlton asked.
Shawn turned his head and smirked at him. “I'm sure. I've been a bad boy, detective. I need to be punished.”
“You're going to be sore tomorrow,” Carlton warned.
Shawn grinned wickedly. “Promise?”
Carlton pulled back halfway, then pushed forward quickly. Shawn was incredibly tight, making him a bit worried he hadn't stretched him out enough. His boyfriend let out a loud moan, slightly from pain, mostly from pleasure. “Come on Lassie. Give it to me,” he taunted.
Pushing his worries aside in the face of Shawn's eagerness, he thrust hard, quickly building up to a fast, rough pace. Shawn pushed back against him with every push, tightening even more around him when he could to heighten the pleasure. At this rate neither of them would last long, though he doubted Shawn would mind. Hard and fast was what he asked for, and that was what Carlton would deliver.
Shawn shifted against the wall, one hand moving down to wrap around his cock. A sudden possessiveness overcoming him, Carlton grabbed Shawn's hands. He lifted them up, ignoring the twitch of pain from his side, and pushed them flat against the wall. At the same time he stepped forward, pinning his boyfriend against the wall with his body. Shawn cried out as his cock was ground against the hard tile. “You are going to come from me and me alone. Understand?” he said harshly. Shawn had to listen, because Shawn was his.
His to use as he wished, to tease and torture until Shawn was begging to come, crying out his name as he finally got his release.
His to smile at when Shawn suggested a Clint Eastwood movie after he had a bad day, even if he grew bored and fell asleep on him halfway through.
His to surprise with dinner when he got the rare chance to get out of work early, finding a recipe involving pineapple his boyfriend hadn't tried and getting a dazzling smile that warmed his heart for his efforts.
His to protect, to keep safe from anyone that would hurt him, physically or emotionally.
His to love, more than he ever thought he could again.
Shawn shuddered, letting out a soft moan. He turned his head, looking back at Carlton. “Yes, Lassie,” he said softly, his words seeming to answer more than just the spoken demand.
Carlton took a small step back, still keeping Shawn mostly pressed against the wall. He adjust his grip on his hands, sliding them down until they were in a comfortable position for both of them. He took his time, waiting until Shawn had started shifting impatiently against him before suddenly snapping his hips forward. The force shoved Shawn into the wall and he let out a surprised cry. “That's it, Lassie. Show me whose boss,” Shawn moaned, wiggling against him in encouragement.
Carlton resumed his fast, hard pace, shoving Shawn against the wall with each thrust. In this position his boyfriend couldn't move, forced to take what Carlton gave him, completely helpless. The thought turned him on, as did the whimpers and soft moans Shawn let out each time he rammed into him. However, he couldn't penetrate as deep in this position and he wanted to take Shawn as deeply as possible.
He moved Shawn's hands until he could hold both of them at the same time above his boyfriend's head. His now free arm wrapped around his lover's waist, pulling Shawn roughly towards him and causing him to bend slightly. The new position allowed him to thrust harder and faster into his lover, delving deeper and earning him louder cries of pleasure.
He adjusted his angle and Shawn let out a gasp. His boyfriend tensed deliciously around him, and he slowed down to enjoy the sensation.
“Carlton, more,” Shawn pleaded, pushing back against him. His words did more to arouse Carlton than his actions, the need and desire in them adding to his own. He thrust forward roughly, Shawn's cry of ecstasy as he hit his pleasure point all the motivation he needed.
Carlton slammed into Shawn, hitting that spot again and again. Shawn was moaning continuously, his cries rising in pitch as he neared his release. He could feel his orgasm barreling towards him as well and picked up the pace, flying in and out of Shawn. He was determined to make his lover come first. He shortened his thrusts, pummeling Shawn's pleasure spot unmercifully.
Shawn's whole body tensed, tightening around Carlton enough to stop his movement. His boyfriend arched up against him, screaming out his release as his seed splattered against the wall in front of them.
The hot, tight hole clenching around him was too much. He bit down on Shawn's shoulder, gaining another cry from his lover as he rammed forward twice more before reaching his own climax.
He slumped forward against Shawn, pushing him into the wall. His boyfriend groaned softly but didn't protest. “Mine,” Carlton whispered softly, kissing the side of his neck. “You're mine.”
“Always.” Shawn turned his head, kissing Carlton gently.
Carlton rested his head on Shawn's shoulder, too tired to move just yet. He felt his boyfriend panting under him, chest rising and falling in counterpoint to his own. They were both exhausted, the wall the only thing keeping them upright at this point.
After a few minutes, Carlton found the energy to pull out of Shawn, moving slowly to minimize any pain. He stumbled over to the trash and tossed out the condom, hoping none of the employees looked in there before emptying it. Which reminded him, they needed to clean up the wall as well. He grabbed some paper towels and turned back to Shawn to find him still leaning heavily against the wall. Worried, he quickly walked back over to him.
“Shawn?” Carlton gently turned him around, concerned when he saw the dazed look on his boyfriend's face. He carefully touched the side of his face “Shawn?”
Shawn's eyes finally focused on him. He smiled softly. “Hey.”
Carlton felt something relax inside him. “Hey. You okay in there?”
“I'm fine.” Shawn tried to step away from the wall and would have fallen if Carlton hadn't been there to catch him. “Or maybe not,” he said, wincing as Carlton got him back on his feet.
“I'm sorry,” Carlton said, worried he had been too rough with Shawn this time.
Shawn shook his head. “I asked for it.” He kissed Carlton lightly. “Besides, it was totally worth it.”
Carlton studied him but saw only satisfaction in Shawn's eyes. His guilt fading, he could now acknowledge how incredible the sex had been. He smiled at his lover. “Remember that tomorrow when you can't sit straight.”
“When have I ever done anything straight?” Shawn quipped.
Carlton just shook his head as he cleaned the both of them up. He got himself tucked away before going to his temporarily helpless partner. He pulled Shawn's pants back up and helped him straighten his clothes. “I got to move you while I clean up your mess.” He helped Shawn walk over to the sink before grabbing the paper towels and returning to the wall.
He heard the water running as Shawn washed up while he tried to get as much of the mess off the cheap tile as he could. If he needed any more evidence how much Shawn had enjoyed himself, the amount he sprayed all over the wall would have done it.
“Need help?” Shawn asked when he returned to the sink to grab more paper towels. He had pulled down the neckline of his shirt, examining the spot where Carlton had bit him.
“If I thought you could without falling over, I'd make you clean this up,” Carlton said. “I got it this time.” He looked at the bite, feeling a surge of guilt. He gently traced it with his fingers, feeling Shawn shiver at the touch. “Sorry; I got a little carried away.”
“Don't be; I like it,” Shawn said. He pulled his shirt back over it, hiding it from view. “You don't lose control like that very often. I'm more than happy to wear the evidence of when you do.”
Carlton shook his head. “Sometimes your kinks worry me.” He kissed Shawn lightly, ignoring the pain from his split lip. “I'll make sure to leave more marks next time,” he promised softly, forced to acknowledge Shawn wasn't the only one with masochistic tendencies. He was rewarded with a smile before he went back to the wall and finished cleaning up.
Shawn chuckled as he threw out the paper towels. “I hope nobody looks too closely at what's in that trash can.”
“I don't think it's the first time something like that has been in there,” Carlton said. He had noticed some suspicious stains while he was wiping off the wall that led him to believe they weren't the first couple to have sex in here. “Come on, let's get you out of here.”
Carlton wrapped an arm around Shawn's waist, letting his boyfriend lean against his right side as he led the way back out to the bar. They worked their way slowly through the crowd, dodging around the drunken patrons the best they could.
“Hey Lassie?”
Carlton looked down at his boyfriend. “Yeah?”
“We took my bike here,” Shawn said uneasily.
Carlton cursed silently. It would be extremely uncomfortable for Shawn to ride his bike right now. He didn't want to put him through that if he didn't have to. He found an open spot near the door and headed for it. “Stay here,” he said, reluctantly letting Shawn go. “I'll go talk to O'Hara, see if we can borrow her car.”
“You're great, you know that?” Shawn asked with a smile. He leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, looking relaxed and sated. Carlton had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss him. God knows what would happen if he did; neither of them were up for a repeat performance right now.
Instead he gently cupped the side of Shawn's face. “I'll be right back,” he said softly. His boyfriend opened his eyes, smiling at him, and nodded. Pulling himself away, he headed across the room to where Guster and O'Hara were sitting.
His partner spotted him first. She grimaced when she saw him. “How's the face?” she asked sympathetically.
He reached up, touching his split lip. He had almost forgotten about the fight with everything that had happened between him and Shawn afterward. “It's fine.”
“That eye is probably going to bruise. I might have something in my sample case to help with that,” Guster offered.
“Um, thanks, but I'll be fine,” Carlton said, surprised by the offer. He and Guster had never been more than casual acquaintances, despite who they were dating. Their conversation earlier was probably the most they had said to each other in one sitting since they met. He hadn't thought the talk had gone that well for him, but maybe he was wrong. “Though if you have anything for pain, I'm sure Shawn and I will both be needing some.”
“I don't have anything on me, but I can pick up some samples from work for both of you and drop them off tomorrow,” Guster said.
“Thanks,” Carlton said gratefully. Already he could feel his side stiffening up from both the fight and the later escapades in the bathroom. He looked at his partner. “O'Hara, you and Guster arrived separately, right?”
“Yeah, why?” O'Hara asked.
“Could I borrow your car? We took Shawn's bike and he's. . .” He struggled to think of something to say besides 'he's too sore to ride because I fucked him into the bathroom wall'. “He's not really up to riding it right now,” he said vaguely. He glanced over to where Shawn was still leaning against the wall.
O'Hara and Guster looked as well. Shawn gave a little wave towards them, making no effort to move from his spot.
“I don't think I've ever seen Shawn drunk enough to not ride his bike. Not that Shawn drinks and drives,” Guster added hurriedly at Carlton's look. “He just usually makes sure he's sober enough to at least hang on behind someone.” He frowned at the detective. “He didn't hurt himself badly in the fight, did he? I knew he was hiding something.”
“It's nothing bad,” Carlton said quickly. “He's just. . . sore.”
“I'm sure Carlton knows better than us how able Shawn is to ride his bike.” The look she gave him was a little too knowing as she handed over her keys. “Here you go.”
“Thanks O'Hara,” Carlton said, choosing to pretend he didn't know what she was implying. Guster didn't seem to have understood her comment; he just looked concerned about his friend. Thank Lady Justice for that. “I'll pick you up in the morning to drive you to work.”
“Don't worry about it,” she said. “Gus can drive me.”
Guster choked, face turning red as he looked everywhere but at Carlton. O'Hara rubbed his shoulder soothingly, looking highly amused.
Carlton made a face. Unlike O'Hara, he didn't need to know any details of his partner's sex life. “Terrific,” he muttered. “I'll be leaving now.”
O'Hara called after him as he turned to leave. “Make sure Shawn gets some rest.”
He looked back at her, noting the sly grin on her face. He could feel his face heating up as he nodded curtly and quickly headed back to Shawn.
“She guessed, didn't she?” Shawn asked when he reached him.
Carlton sighed. “It's like she's a damn mind reader,” he complained.
“Nah, you just have that 'just been laid' look to you,” Shawn explained. He stepped away from the wall and wrapped an arm around Carlton's waist. “We ready to go?”
Carlton nodded, wrapping an arm around Shawn's shoulders and pulling him tightly against him. “Let's go home.” With Shawn once again leaning against him, he led the way out the door.
I have an Easter story planned, but I'm not sure it will be out in time. It looks like it will be a bit longer than the other stories so far and I have a big story due on June 1st.
But I promise to have it out. . . eventually :)
'Til next time Psych-o's!
Author: moondragon25 (or moondragon23 on other sites)
Pairing: Shawn/Carlton
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It's St. Patrick's Day and the gang is out celebrating on their first double date. It was supposed to be a night out drinking with friends and loved ones. But things never go as planned for Shawn and Carlton. Sequel to The L Word.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych. This is just for fun. I do own all original characters.
Notes: Thank you everyone for the support this last week. I found a job, so that's one less bit of stress gone from my life.
I can't believe Psych is ending tonight :( I'm really going to miss it. But I'll still be around writing stories as long as anybody will read them.
Here's the last part of the story. Enjoy.
Part 1
Part 2
Carlton looked at himself in the mirror. The cut over his eye had stopped bleeding, though a line of dried blood ran down to his cheek. His split lip was still oozing slightly but was already starting to scab up. That would make talking annoying and painful for the next few days. However, most of his attention was on his eye. It was already starting to bruise and swell. By tomorrow he would have an obvious shiner, telling anyone who hadn't already heard that he had gotten into a fight.
“Not that there will be anybody left who doesn't know,” he muttered. Dobson and Murphy were good cops but wouldn't hesitate to spread the news of their boss getting into a bar fight. Though maybe hearing what he did to the guy for attacking Shawn would get some of his worst critics to leave him alone for awhile.
He wiped the blood off his face, careful not to reopen the cut. The rest he couldn't do much for besides making sure to ice his eye when he got home.
He was lifting the edge of his shirt to check his side when the door opened. He turned quickly to face it, gritting his teeth at the sharp pain in his side. “What do you want?”
Shawn closed the door behind him. “I came to see how you were doing.” He crossed the room to stand in front of him. He shook his head, tsking as he studied Carlton's face. “You're definitely going to have a black eye.”
“I know.” Carlton crossed his arms carefully, trying not to further aggravate his ribs. “I told you I was fine.”
“And I pretended to believe you when we were in front of everybody else,” Shawn said. “It's just the two of us in here.” He looked Carlton over, eyes linger on his crossed arms. “How's your side?”
“Painful,” Carlton admitted. He uncrossed his arms and turned back to the mirror. He carefully lifted his shirt, exposing a dark bruise along the left side of his rib cage.
Shawn hissed in sympathy. Crossing to Carlton's left side, he carefully felt along the ribs, muttering apologies when Carlton winced at a particularly painful push. “Nothing appears to be broken,” he said finally, his hand lingering on the bare skin just below his ribs. His face was uncharacteristically serious as he stared at the dark bruise.
Carlton lowered his shirt, gently pushing Shawn's hand away. “It'll heal, Shawn. I'll be fine.”
Shawn let out a deep breath. “I know, but it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Maybe it wouldn't have, if I could have kept my mouth shut,” he said bitterly.
“Regretting not pressing charges?” Carlton asked.
“Yes,” Shawn said, causing Carlton to look at him in surprise. “Maybe. I don't know.” He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he turned away. “He may not have really meant what he said to us but he had to have heard it from somewhere. How can people think those things about us? About you?” He looked back at Carlton and the detective's breath caught at the pain and anger in his eyes. “It isn't right,” Shawn said softly.
Carlton stepped forward and pulled Shawn tight against him. His boyfriend resisted at first, but then relaxed in his grip. “It isn't right,” he agreed quietly, running a hand down his back. “But unfortunately there are no shortage of people like that in this world.”
“Why can't they just leave us alone?” Shawn asked softly, the pain in his voice enough to make Carlton's heart break. He unconsciously tightened his grip, wishing there was a way to protect Shawn from those people and knowing there wasn't.
“I don't know,” he said. “But we can't let them ruin our lives. Otherwise, they win.”
Shawn nodded, nuzzling his face into Carlton's neck. He started kissing him, light and gentle, his lips barely tickling the skin. He moved lower, pulling aside the shirt collar to nip where Carlton's neck met his collarbone.
“Shawn, we can't do this, not here,” Carlton said reluctantly. He could feel himself responding to Shawn's touch as his boyfriend continued to nibble on his neck. He gasped when teeth latched on to his earlobe, the bite stopping just short of causing pain. “Someone could walk in,” he said shakily, trying to get his horny boyfriend to see reason.
Shawn did stop then and Carlton tried not to sigh when his boyfriend pulled away. Shawn walked over to the door, the loud click of the lock engaging sending a flood of arousal through Carlton's body. He watched as Shawn slowly walked back to him, pressing Carlton bodily against the sink. One hand rested on his hip, the other reached up to gently stroke the side of his face. “Shawn, we can't,” he said, though it was getting harder to remember why he was resisting with Shawn's stiff cock pressing against his thigh.
“Nobody's ever been in a fight for me before, man or woman,” Shawn said huskily. “You defending me like that was one of the hottest things I've ever seen.” He kissed his lips gently, the spark of pain somehow adding to the pleasure. His lips moved along his jaw, nipping and kissing along the smooth skin. “I could bend over this sink right now, let you take me hard and fast,” he whispered into his ear.
Carlton swallowed hard, trying to block out the images Shawn's words were forming in his mind. “Someone would hear you.”
Shawn pulled away, a look of frustration on his face. “Not over the noise the crowd is making out there.” He studied him for a moment before a slow grin came over his face. “I know how to change your mind.”
Carlton barely had time to process what Shawn had said before his boyfriend was one his knees, unzipping his pants. “Shawn, what the hell - ” His question dissolved into a loud moan as Shawn freed his half-hard cock and took it into his mouth.
He gripped the edge of the sink in white-knuckled hands as Shawn slid along his cock, the sensations from his hot, moist mouth driving him wild. He could feel his resolve breaking, just as Shawn knew it would. His boyfriend pulled on his ass, encouraging Carlton to thrust forward. He did so gently, not wanting to hurt Shawn but unable to resist. Shawn tilted his head back and opened his throat, letting Carlton slid fully inside him. He groaned as Shawn swallowed, the tight, slick muscles massaging his cock. He closed his eyes, giving in to his growing desire as he thrust harder down Shawn's throat.
Shawn pulled back suddenly, letting go of him. Carlton opened his eyes to see him looking up at him smugly. “Changed your mind yet?”
With a growl, Carlton pulled him to his feet and into a harsh kiss. “I could charge you with assaulting an officer,” he growled.
“Twice in one night?” Shawn asked cheekily. “Someone might think you're provoking people.”
“Shut up,” Carlton said. He reclaimed Shawn's mouth, quickly walking him backwards until his boyfriend was pressed up against the wall. Shawn let out a muffled grunt and Carlton froze, having forgotten Shawn hurt his back earlier. He broke the kiss and looked at Shawn with concern. “Are you okay?”
“Going soft on me already?” Shawn asked, grinning up at him. “I said I like it rough.”
“Shawn - ”
“Let me guess, you want me to 'assume the position.'” Shawn turned around and put his hands flat against the wall, legs apart. He flashed a grin at Carlton over his shoulder. “Whenever you're ready, officer.”
“That's detective to you, punk,” Carlton growled, assuming the role Shawn wanted him to play. He did a thorough weapons check, hands lingering in areas he knew would have his boyfriend squirming. “I think you might be concealing something,” he growled into Shawn's ear.
His boyfriend shivered against him. “Yeah? Where am I hiding it then?” he challenged. He gasped when Carlton gripped his cock tightly through his pants.
“How about right here?” Carlton asked. His hands slid up, making quick work of Shawn's belt. He slid the pants down until Shawn was standing there in his boxers. He pressed up against him, reaching around to fondle his boyfriend's stiff cock through the thin fabric. “Someone seems to be enjoying this.”
“I'm not the only one,” Shawn said, rubbing back against Carlton's own erection. “I think a cavity search might be warranted in this case,” he suggested.
“Are you telling me how to do my job?” Carlton asked in mock anger, gripping Shawn's cock tightly.
His boyfriend groaned, dropping his head against the wall. “Just trying to cooperate, detective,” he panted.
Carlton slid his hands to the waist band of Shawn's boxers. Slowly, he slid them down, running his hand lightly over the backs of his legs as he did. He took a moment to admire the firm, tight ass in front of him, knowing he would soon be inside it.
He stood up, placing a hand against the back of Shawn's neck. “Don't move.” He waited until Shawn nodded before pulling out his wallet. He had gotten into the habit of carrying an extra condom and lube with him after that time in the car after a showdown with an armed gunman. Shawn had shown just how grateful he was Carlton had saved his life. While he didn't normally condone public fornication, he had to admit to needing to replace those items several times since then.
He opened the packet of lube and spread it over his fingers. He turned back to Shawn, giving his boyfriend's cock a few light strokes before moving his hand to his back entrance.
He slowly slid a finger inside, feeling the tight muscles clenching around him. Shawn moaned, pushing back to force the finger deeper. “You don't have to go so slow. I can take it,” his boyfriend said encouragingly.
“Perps don't get to make requests,” Carlton said. However, he added a second finger, loving the way Shawn shuddered hard against him. He stretched him out quickly and roughly, partly to keep in character and partly because he wasn't sure how long he could hold out before sinking inside his lover. With that thought, he added a third finger, plunging the digits harshly into him.
Shawn pushed back against the invading digits, breathing hard. “Enough, Lassie, I'm ready. Get inside me.”
He removed his fingers from Shawn and fumbled for the condom. He cursed as his slick fingers kept him from getting enough of a purchase on the wrapper to open it.
Shawn turned around, breaking character for a moment. “Allow me.” Taking the condom, he easily opened it and spread it down Carlton's shaft. He suppressed a moan as Shawn took longer than needed, stroking him lightly. He grabbed his boyfriend's shoulders and turned him roughly back to face the wall. “I've got it from here.”
He spread the leftover lube on his hands over his cock. He lined himself up, pushing carefully forward. Shawn was still very tight and he had to push hard before he slid partway inside.
Shawn groaned loudly, dropping his head to the wall.
“You okay?” Carlton asked worriedly.
“Yeah,” Shawn panted, though Carlton could hear he was in pain. “Keep going.”
Carlton didn't move so Shawn took over. He pushed back, crying out as he took Carlton's entire length inside him. His muscles flexed around the detective, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Carlton's hands tightened on Shawn's hips as he fought to keep himself still.
Shawn pressed his head against the wall, breathing harshly as he tried to adjust to the sudden penetration. Carlton rubbed his sides gently. As much as the man may sometimes annoy him, he didn't like causing Shawn unnecessary pain. “That was stupid.”
“You were taking too long,” Shawn gasped. Carlton could feel him starting to relax, the tight heat he was encased in no longer so restricting. Shawn suddenly pushed back against him, getting a startled gasp. “Start moving.”
“Are you sure?” Carlton asked.
Shawn turned his head and smirked at him. “I'm sure. I've been a bad boy, detective. I need to be punished.”
“You're going to be sore tomorrow,” Carlton warned.
Shawn grinned wickedly. “Promise?”
Carlton pulled back halfway, then pushed forward quickly. Shawn was incredibly tight, making him a bit worried he hadn't stretched him out enough. His boyfriend let out a loud moan, slightly from pain, mostly from pleasure. “Come on Lassie. Give it to me,” he taunted.
Pushing his worries aside in the face of Shawn's eagerness, he thrust hard, quickly building up to a fast, rough pace. Shawn pushed back against him with every push, tightening even more around him when he could to heighten the pleasure. At this rate neither of them would last long, though he doubted Shawn would mind. Hard and fast was what he asked for, and that was what Carlton would deliver.
Shawn shifted against the wall, one hand moving down to wrap around his cock. A sudden possessiveness overcoming him, Carlton grabbed Shawn's hands. He lifted them up, ignoring the twitch of pain from his side, and pushed them flat against the wall. At the same time he stepped forward, pinning his boyfriend against the wall with his body. Shawn cried out as his cock was ground against the hard tile. “You are going to come from me and me alone. Understand?” he said harshly. Shawn had to listen, because Shawn was his.
His to use as he wished, to tease and torture until Shawn was begging to come, crying out his name as he finally got his release.
His to smile at when Shawn suggested a Clint Eastwood movie after he had a bad day, even if he grew bored and fell asleep on him halfway through.
His to surprise with dinner when he got the rare chance to get out of work early, finding a recipe involving pineapple his boyfriend hadn't tried and getting a dazzling smile that warmed his heart for his efforts.
His to protect, to keep safe from anyone that would hurt him, physically or emotionally.
His to love, more than he ever thought he could again.
Shawn shuddered, letting out a soft moan. He turned his head, looking back at Carlton. “Yes, Lassie,” he said softly, his words seeming to answer more than just the spoken demand.
Carlton took a small step back, still keeping Shawn mostly pressed against the wall. He adjust his grip on his hands, sliding them down until they were in a comfortable position for both of them. He took his time, waiting until Shawn had started shifting impatiently against him before suddenly snapping his hips forward. The force shoved Shawn into the wall and he let out a surprised cry. “That's it, Lassie. Show me whose boss,” Shawn moaned, wiggling against him in encouragement.
Carlton resumed his fast, hard pace, shoving Shawn against the wall with each thrust. In this position his boyfriend couldn't move, forced to take what Carlton gave him, completely helpless. The thought turned him on, as did the whimpers and soft moans Shawn let out each time he rammed into him. However, he couldn't penetrate as deep in this position and he wanted to take Shawn as deeply as possible.
He moved Shawn's hands until he could hold both of them at the same time above his boyfriend's head. His now free arm wrapped around his lover's waist, pulling Shawn roughly towards him and causing him to bend slightly. The new position allowed him to thrust harder and faster into his lover, delving deeper and earning him louder cries of pleasure.
He adjusted his angle and Shawn let out a gasp. His boyfriend tensed deliciously around him, and he slowed down to enjoy the sensation.
“Carlton, more,” Shawn pleaded, pushing back against him. His words did more to arouse Carlton than his actions, the need and desire in them adding to his own. He thrust forward roughly, Shawn's cry of ecstasy as he hit his pleasure point all the motivation he needed.
Carlton slammed into Shawn, hitting that spot again and again. Shawn was moaning continuously, his cries rising in pitch as he neared his release. He could feel his orgasm barreling towards him as well and picked up the pace, flying in and out of Shawn. He was determined to make his lover come first. He shortened his thrusts, pummeling Shawn's pleasure spot unmercifully.
Shawn's whole body tensed, tightening around Carlton enough to stop his movement. His boyfriend arched up against him, screaming out his release as his seed splattered against the wall in front of them.
The hot, tight hole clenching around him was too much. He bit down on Shawn's shoulder, gaining another cry from his lover as he rammed forward twice more before reaching his own climax.
He slumped forward against Shawn, pushing him into the wall. His boyfriend groaned softly but didn't protest. “Mine,” Carlton whispered softly, kissing the side of his neck. “You're mine.”
“Always.” Shawn turned his head, kissing Carlton gently.
Carlton rested his head on Shawn's shoulder, too tired to move just yet. He felt his boyfriend panting under him, chest rising and falling in counterpoint to his own. They were both exhausted, the wall the only thing keeping them upright at this point.
After a few minutes, Carlton found the energy to pull out of Shawn, moving slowly to minimize any pain. He stumbled over to the trash and tossed out the condom, hoping none of the employees looked in there before emptying it. Which reminded him, they needed to clean up the wall as well. He grabbed some paper towels and turned back to Shawn to find him still leaning heavily against the wall. Worried, he quickly walked back over to him.
“Shawn?” Carlton gently turned him around, concerned when he saw the dazed look on his boyfriend's face. He carefully touched the side of his face “Shawn?”
Shawn's eyes finally focused on him. He smiled softly. “Hey.”
Carlton felt something relax inside him. “Hey. You okay in there?”
“I'm fine.” Shawn tried to step away from the wall and would have fallen if Carlton hadn't been there to catch him. “Or maybe not,” he said, wincing as Carlton got him back on his feet.
“I'm sorry,” Carlton said, worried he had been too rough with Shawn this time.
Shawn shook his head. “I asked for it.” He kissed Carlton lightly. “Besides, it was totally worth it.”
Carlton studied him but saw only satisfaction in Shawn's eyes. His guilt fading, he could now acknowledge how incredible the sex had been. He smiled at his lover. “Remember that tomorrow when you can't sit straight.”
“When have I ever done anything straight?” Shawn quipped.
Carlton just shook his head as he cleaned the both of them up. He got himself tucked away before going to his temporarily helpless partner. He pulled Shawn's pants back up and helped him straighten his clothes. “I got to move you while I clean up your mess.” He helped Shawn walk over to the sink before grabbing the paper towels and returning to the wall.
He heard the water running as Shawn washed up while he tried to get as much of the mess off the cheap tile as he could. If he needed any more evidence how much Shawn had enjoyed himself, the amount he sprayed all over the wall would have done it.
“Need help?” Shawn asked when he returned to the sink to grab more paper towels. He had pulled down the neckline of his shirt, examining the spot where Carlton had bit him.
“If I thought you could without falling over, I'd make you clean this up,” Carlton said. “I got it this time.” He looked at the bite, feeling a surge of guilt. He gently traced it with his fingers, feeling Shawn shiver at the touch. “Sorry; I got a little carried away.”
“Don't be; I like it,” Shawn said. He pulled his shirt back over it, hiding it from view. “You don't lose control like that very often. I'm more than happy to wear the evidence of when you do.”
Carlton shook his head. “Sometimes your kinks worry me.” He kissed Shawn lightly, ignoring the pain from his split lip. “I'll make sure to leave more marks next time,” he promised softly, forced to acknowledge Shawn wasn't the only one with masochistic tendencies. He was rewarded with a smile before he went back to the wall and finished cleaning up.
Shawn chuckled as he threw out the paper towels. “I hope nobody looks too closely at what's in that trash can.”
“I don't think it's the first time something like that has been in there,” Carlton said. He had noticed some suspicious stains while he was wiping off the wall that led him to believe they weren't the first couple to have sex in here. “Come on, let's get you out of here.”
Carlton wrapped an arm around Shawn's waist, letting his boyfriend lean against his right side as he led the way back out to the bar. They worked their way slowly through the crowd, dodging around the drunken patrons the best they could.
“Hey Lassie?”
Carlton looked down at his boyfriend. “Yeah?”
“We took my bike here,” Shawn said uneasily.
Carlton cursed silently. It would be extremely uncomfortable for Shawn to ride his bike right now. He didn't want to put him through that if he didn't have to. He found an open spot near the door and headed for it. “Stay here,” he said, reluctantly letting Shawn go. “I'll go talk to O'Hara, see if we can borrow her car.”
“You're great, you know that?” Shawn asked with a smile. He leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, looking relaxed and sated. Carlton had to resist the urge to lean in and kiss him. God knows what would happen if he did; neither of them were up for a repeat performance right now.
Instead he gently cupped the side of Shawn's face. “I'll be right back,” he said softly. His boyfriend opened his eyes, smiling at him, and nodded. Pulling himself away, he headed across the room to where Guster and O'Hara were sitting.
His partner spotted him first. She grimaced when she saw him. “How's the face?” she asked sympathetically.
He reached up, touching his split lip. He had almost forgotten about the fight with everything that had happened between him and Shawn afterward. “It's fine.”
“That eye is probably going to bruise. I might have something in my sample case to help with that,” Guster offered.
“Um, thanks, but I'll be fine,” Carlton said, surprised by the offer. He and Guster had never been more than casual acquaintances, despite who they were dating. Their conversation earlier was probably the most they had said to each other in one sitting since they met. He hadn't thought the talk had gone that well for him, but maybe he was wrong. “Though if you have anything for pain, I'm sure Shawn and I will both be needing some.”
“I don't have anything on me, but I can pick up some samples from work for both of you and drop them off tomorrow,” Guster said.
“Thanks,” Carlton said gratefully. Already he could feel his side stiffening up from both the fight and the later escapades in the bathroom. He looked at his partner. “O'Hara, you and Guster arrived separately, right?”
“Yeah, why?” O'Hara asked.
“Could I borrow your car? We took Shawn's bike and he's. . .” He struggled to think of something to say besides 'he's too sore to ride because I fucked him into the bathroom wall'. “He's not really up to riding it right now,” he said vaguely. He glanced over to where Shawn was still leaning against the wall.
O'Hara and Guster looked as well. Shawn gave a little wave towards them, making no effort to move from his spot.
“I don't think I've ever seen Shawn drunk enough to not ride his bike. Not that Shawn drinks and drives,” Guster added hurriedly at Carlton's look. “He just usually makes sure he's sober enough to at least hang on behind someone.” He frowned at the detective. “He didn't hurt himself badly in the fight, did he? I knew he was hiding something.”
“It's nothing bad,” Carlton said quickly. “He's just. . . sore.”
“I'm sure Carlton knows better than us how able Shawn is to ride his bike.” The look she gave him was a little too knowing as she handed over her keys. “Here you go.”
“Thanks O'Hara,” Carlton said, choosing to pretend he didn't know what she was implying. Guster didn't seem to have understood her comment; he just looked concerned about his friend. Thank Lady Justice for that. “I'll pick you up in the morning to drive you to work.”
“Don't worry about it,” she said. “Gus can drive me.”
Guster choked, face turning red as he looked everywhere but at Carlton. O'Hara rubbed his shoulder soothingly, looking highly amused.
Carlton made a face. Unlike O'Hara, he didn't need to know any details of his partner's sex life. “Terrific,” he muttered. “I'll be leaving now.”
O'Hara called after him as he turned to leave. “Make sure Shawn gets some rest.”
He looked back at her, noting the sly grin on her face. He could feel his face heating up as he nodded curtly and quickly headed back to Shawn.
“She guessed, didn't she?” Shawn asked when he reached him.
Carlton sighed. “It's like she's a damn mind reader,” he complained.
“Nah, you just have that 'just been laid' look to you,” Shawn explained. He stepped away from the wall and wrapped an arm around Carlton's waist. “We ready to go?”
Carlton nodded, wrapping an arm around Shawn's shoulders and pulling him tightly against him. “Let's go home.” With Shawn once again leaning against him, he led the way out the door.
I have an Easter story planned, but I'm not sure it will be out in time. It looks like it will be a bit longer than the other stories so far and I have a big story due on June 1st.
But I promise to have it out. . . eventually :)
'Til next time Psych-o's!