Two Psych bits for 30_lies
Title: Better That Way
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): # 11 self-deceit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Psych, alas.
Rating: Hard R for sex
Warnings: Pre-slash, het sex
Table found here.
Better That Way
It's not like Shawn didn't know that Gus loved him- the clues had been there forever or at least since they were about twelve. Shawn started getting serious about girls and Gus didn't seem to want to go along on that. It only took a couple of minutes of observation to see that Gus looked at Shawn the way he looked at Melissa Haines the prettiest girl in grade six. But, it was the eighties and there was AIDS and there were people who beat up on boys for being like Gus was. So, Shawn carefully steered Gus towards girls and a grudging heterosexuality. It had taken some work. Every girl Gus had ever been with was one Shawn had thrown at him or drove him to or even warmed up for him. Like Marisol- They had gotten nicely drunk and had her together. It really was something watching Gus fucking into that sweet, soft chica right after Shawn himself had come in her, and kissing her hot, ripe mouth, tasting Gus there, watching Gus go over the edge into orgasm, breathing heavy and squeezing hard on the spot on Shawn's upper arm he'd locked his fingers around to keep Shawn close as he worked inside Marisol. That was the best trip to Mexico they'd ever taken.
So, yeah, Shawn knew Gus was in love with him, but Shawn chose to channel it into something better for Gus, something that made Gus's life easier instead of more complicated and dangerous. At this point, it wasn't much of an issue anymore. Shawn just guided Gus towards a woman every couple of months to keep him on the sexual straight and narrow and they got to do the best buddies thing all the rest of the time. No drama, no danger, no problems. It really was better that way- Shawn was certain of it.
Title: If We Shadows Have Offended
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): # 13 self-deceit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Psych, alas.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shakespeare, light bulb nudity and Puppets. Just to be complete: Spoilers for Hamlet.
Table found here.
If We Shadows Have Offended
"Shawn, what the hell are you doing?" Gus asked, having finally found the ersatz psychic standing in the house's back den. He was standing in front of the wall where a very expensive painting had hung until sometime the night before. There wasn't much evidence in the room- forensics had already finished in there. A shade-less floor lamp cast a bright ring of light across the wall in question.
"Hamlet- this one's Polonius and that one's Hamlet. Here, Gus, hold your hand like that so Hamlet can stab him through the arras," Shawn answered over his shoulder, then he pulled Gus over and put his hand just so in front of the naked light bulb.
"Shawn, this is a crime scene," Gus reminded. He pulled his hand down just as the little prince of Denmark charged at the Shawn's left hand. "You are not making shadow puppets on the wall of a crime scene."
"Okay, I'm not making shadow puppets," Shawn lied. Then Hand-Polonius croaked out, "Neither a borrower nor a lender be."
Gus grabbed Shawn's hands and pushed them down. "Would you stop already!" He wasn't even doing the scenes in the right order.
"Relax- I know what happened- the butler did it," Shawn told him and resumed curling his fingers into Shakespearian characters.
"No way."
"Way, my friend. He was sleeping with the pretty little wife until she hired the new pool boy and he wanted a payday." Shawn grabbed Gus's arm again and shaped his hand into a position that made two of his fingers bend the wrong way as he ordered, "Put your hand like this and be Puck."
"I thought you were doing Hamlet, not A Midsummer Night's Dream?" Gus thought the inconsistencies were worse than anything else was. Shawn had no respect for the Bard.
"Yeah, but I don't have anything to use for the skull. No skull equals no Yorick and no Yorick equals no wacky, wacky corpse humor," Shawn reasoned. "No, you need to make the little horn with your pinky."
Gus tore his hand away from Shawn's clutches again (more because making the horn hurt than any sense of indignity). "Just put the lampshade back on and go have a vision, would you please."
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): # 11 self-deceit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Psych, alas.
Rating: Hard R for sex
Warnings: Pre-slash, het sex
Table found here.
Better That Way
It's not like Shawn didn't know that Gus loved him- the clues had been there forever or at least since they were about twelve. Shawn started getting serious about girls and Gus didn't seem to want to go along on that. It only took a couple of minutes of observation to see that Gus looked at Shawn the way he looked at Melissa Haines the prettiest girl in grade six. But, it was the eighties and there was AIDS and there were people who beat up on boys for being like Gus was. So, Shawn carefully steered Gus towards girls and a grudging heterosexuality. It had taken some work. Every girl Gus had ever been with was one Shawn had thrown at him or drove him to or even warmed up for him. Like Marisol- They had gotten nicely drunk and had her together. It really was something watching Gus fucking into that sweet, soft chica right after Shawn himself had come in her, and kissing her hot, ripe mouth, tasting Gus there, watching Gus go over the edge into orgasm, breathing heavy and squeezing hard on the spot on Shawn's upper arm he'd locked his fingers around to keep Shawn close as he worked inside Marisol. That was the best trip to Mexico they'd ever taken.
So, yeah, Shawn knew Gus was in love with him, but Shawn chose to channel it into something better for Gus, something that made Gus's life easier instead of more complicated and dangerous. At this point, it wasn't much of an issue anymore. Shawn just guided Gus towards a woman every couple of months to keep him on the sexual straight and narrow and they got to do the best buddies thing all the rest of the time. No drama, no danger, no problems. It really was better that way- Shawn was certain of it.
Title: If We Shadows Have Offended
Fandom: Psych
Subject: General Series
Theme(s): # 13 self-deceit
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Psych, alas.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shakespeare, light bulb nudity and Puppets. Just to be complete: Spoilers for Hamlet.
Table found here.
If We Shadows Have Offended
"Shawn, what the hell are you doing?" Gus asked, having finally found the ersatz psychic standing in the house's back den. He was standing in front of the wall where a very expensive painting had hung until sometime the night before. There wasn't much evidence in the room- forensics had already finished in there. A shade-less floor lamp cast a bright ring of light across the wall in question.
"Hamlet- this one's Polonius and that one's Hamlet. Here, Gus, hold your hand like that so Hamlet can stab him through the arras," Shawn answered over his shoulder, then he pulled Gus over and put his hand just so in front of the naked light bulb.
"Shawn, this is a crime scene," Gus reminded. He pulled his hand down just as the little prince of Denmark charged at the Shawn's left hand. "You are not making shadow puppets on the wall of a crime scene."
"Okay, I'm not making shadow puppets," Shawn lied. Then Hand-Polonius croaked out, "Neither a borrower nor a lender be."
Gus grabbed Shawn's hands and pushed them down. "Would you stop already!" He wasn't even doing the scenes in the right order.
"Relax- I know what happened- the butler did it," Shawn told him and resumed curling his fingers into Shakespearian characters.
"No way."
"Way, my friend. He was sleeping with the pretty little wife until she hired the new pool boy and he wanted a payday." Shawn grabbed Gus's arm again and shaped his hand into a position that made two of his fingers bend the wrong way as he ordered, "Put your hand like this and be Puck."
"I thought you were doing Hamlet, not A Midsummer Night's Dream?" Gus thought the inconsistencies were worse than anything else was. Shawn had no respect for the Bard.
"Yeah, but I don't have anything to use for the skull. No skull equals no Yorick and no Yorick equals no wacky, wacky corpse humor," Shawn reasoned. "No, you need to make the little horn with your pinky."
Gus tore his hand away from Shawn's clutches again (more because making the horn hurt than any sense of indignity). "Just put the lampshade back on and go have a vision, would you please."