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He had a crush on the stupid psychic detective with his stupid hand gestures and his stupid obscure 80's references. To make matters far worse his body had also decided that it was appropriate to sport a bonner in front of several witnesses, while another man wiggled about on his lap.

Even this was not quite enough proof for the detective, after all he had been divorced for sometime and with his old lover being reassigned he hadn't gotten his kicks in quite sometime.

He wasn't gay; he was just pent up and frustrated. Sure, a part of Lassiter's brain kept nagging, desperately trying to pull the threads of his denial to unwove and reveal the entirety of his feelings for the psychic.

Lassiter was having none of that though and he began to build up walls, insisting that the other man be kept at a safe distance. Well, right up until he suddenly found himself blocking the way as Spencer tried to enter a crime scene.

He had only been working with the man for a short time but he had already come to predict Spencer's inability to wait for an invitation to a crime scene.

Shawn had barged onto the scene, charmed Juliet and then took a step towards the body. Thankful Shawn left without a fit, and remained strangely distant for several days.

At first Lassiter had thanked some higher being for allowing him time away from the young, and strangely hypnotic psychic, but slowly he began to grow anxious and worry that Spencer actually may have felt his totally and completely nonexistent sexual desire.

The fear had crept up like the shadows at the end of a long summer day, and suddenly Lassiter found himself in darkness, almost tripping himself as he Shawn Spencer pranced into the Chief's office like he owned it.

It was becoming alarmingly clear that Carlton Lassiter's clearly heterosexuality was being questioned and failing to answer the odd swirling in Lassiter's gut.

He let a vagrant thought cross his mind, had he actually missed Shawn? Once the thought sunk it's teeth into Lassiter's mind it was nearly impossible to remove.

Lassiter stared through the slotted blinds at the young psychic with his stupid smile and his stupidly well-placed layers of shirts.

He hated him. In fact, he hated him so much that he couldn't help but follow the younger man to the restroom full of intent and burning with desire.

Obviously not a sexual desire for another man, no Carlton Lassiter was burning with hatred. Really, there were no sexual impulses driving him to walk faster towards the bathroom, scouts honor.

He had a whole speech worked out about psychics being a bigger waste of department resources than mandatory therapy for officers who had shot someone.

He really did have it all worked out, how he would push Spencer into one of the stalls and have a firm talk with the man.

His intentions however pure were thrown out the window as soon as he actually got Spencer into the stall. The younger man looked mildly shocked and then the slow smolder of arousal began to light up his features, his eyes drifting down the head detective's body and then back up to stare once more.

All the words that Lassiter had so carefully planned flew out the window on little gay wings and he suddenly found himself leaning forward as though to kiss the psychic.

As soon as Lassiter's brain caught up to the movement he froze and reminded himself that he was not gay. In fact he was so straight that he had never had a gay thought in his life, well unless you count the few times that Shawn's-no, Spencer's face had flashed before him as he came after jacking off furiously.

But that was totally and completely normal. Carlton began to think of ways to justify the movement when suddenly he felt soft, plush lips against his own.

The kiss was small, lasting for all of three seconds, and then it was over and Lassiter suddenly couldn't breathe. All at once his lips collided with Shawn's again, only this time it was rough and filled with clear intentions.

Shawn's hips rocked against his in obvious invitation and Lassiter could feel hands messing up his perfectly combed hair.

Nimble fingers worked his belt and button, releasing some of the pressure pushing down on his suddenly impossibly hard cock.

The intelligent portion of his brain screamed that he should stop, back away and pretend that this particular incident had never happened.

He still had time to find a bar a pick up some sleazy middle-aged woman that was desperate for attention after her had marriage ended in the same way Lassiter's had.

A bigger portion said fuck logic and dry humped Shawn's hand, pleading for the younger man to free his burning flesh. Right on queue Shawn did exactly that, unbuttoning and unzipping Lassiter as quickly as possible.

Lassiter took his time loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying the way that Shawn's cock jumped in excitement as more skin became visible.

The detective made quick work of stripping down, leaving him bare with exception of his nicest tie, which Spencer had adamantly insisted remain.

Shawn reached for his pants and pulled out a sample size packet of lube and a condom. Lassiter being the good and prudent citizen that he was stared at Shawn in mild confusion.

He had never had anal sex with a woman, let alone a man. This was where experience as a gay lover came to an end, and a small flush of embarrassment and insecurity painted his features.

Shawn's eyes twinkled mischievously and leaned in to kiss away the frown tugging on his lover's lips. Lassiter couldn't help but be amazed by how comfortable in his skin Shawn was, the way he shamelessly let his legs fall apart.

Lassiter fell to his knees, perching himself between Shawn's legs. Unable to resist he ran his hands down the younger man's thighs, causing them to quiver.

He swallowed hard, causing his Adam's apple to bob before ripping the packet of lube to place a few dots of the liquid on his fingers. Shawn arched his back enough that he could reach his hole and slipped a finger in.

He had spent most of the night before practicing for this exact moment, but he still couldn't keep his hand from trembling.

Fortunately, Lassiter seemed to get with the program and took the lube from Shawn to slick his own fingers. It wasn't the sort of thing he could write off, but the insecure and nervous shake of Shawn's hands was more than enough to pull him out of his panic.

He wanted this, he wanted Shawn and he wasn't going to let something as silly as sexual orientation get in the way. Lassiter pumped himself up, after all in some ways Shawn was now his partner, though clearly not his boyfriend, and you didn't let your partner enter a dangerous situation without back up.

Lassiter drizzled the lubricant over his fingers and circled one around Shawn's hole, staring as the digit disappeared inside of Shawn.

The younger man was unbelievably tight and as Lassiter began to move he could feel him clench. Without meaning to a moan slipped out as the detective imagined being encased by the tight, burning flesh.

I don't want to hurt you. I want you in me. With the women Lassiter had taken to bed it was usually quite and individual, the only time people begged for penetration was during porn.

Lassiter couldn't help but want to savor this new development. He pushed in a third finger and quickly worked to stretch Shawn, pressing against his prostate whenever pain flickered across his features.

Carlton nodded, but didn't move. His nerves were coming back full force and he suddenly wasn't sure if he could do it. Then Shawn's lips were against his, pulling him down so that they were chest to chest.

The more he kissed Shawn the more frenzied Lassiter became, all of the lust that had been building suddenly slamming into his gut. Lassiter pulled away long enough to stare down into Shawn's eyes, suddenly realizing how intimate all of this was.

Pulling his knees to his chest, Shawn nodded at Lassiter, who in turn rolled his hips. Shawn's eyes slammed closed, Lassiter's nearly rolled into the back of his head.

The detective had to fight from coming just from the tightness clenching around his cockhead. Shawn's legs wrapped around his waist and pushed him deeper, as soon as he bottomed out his forehead fell against Shawn's.

Knew you'd feel good. Been thinking about having you in me since you came on my face. Lassiter groaned and began thrusting, slowly at first but his speed picked up when Shawn began to enthusiastically kiss him, practically devouring his lips.

Lassiter pulled back and slammed into Shawn, earning him a deep moan. Lassiter picked up the pace, angling his hips and slamming into Shawn's sweet spot with every push in and every pull out.

The man under him was practically writhing, his fingers clawing into Lassiter's back as he rocked back against him. You gotta," Shawn was panting, licking and biting at Lassiter's neck.

Shawn moaned at the pet name, and wrapped a hand around his own aching cock. A few rough tugs and he was spilling between their bodies, his ass clenching tight around Lassiter.

Lassiter gave a few final sporadic thrusts, Shawn sliding across the carpet under him. Lassiter moaned and fell against Shawn, his breath coming out in puffs against Shawn's neck.

Shawn ran a hand through Lassiter's short hair, his legs still wrapped around his lover. So worth it. Are you ready to admit we are dating?

And, uh, pretty sure you moaned baby. No, we aren't friends we are just…" Lassiter retrieved his boxers and pulled them back on, awkwardly shuffling.

You'll admit you liiike me eventually. He held out his arm, "Help me up, I think I'm broken. Let's go snuggle and watch cops.

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He had a crush on the stupid psychic detective with his stupid hand gestures and his stupid obscure 80's references. To make matters far worse his body had also decided that it was appropriate to sport a bonner in front of several witnesses, while another man wiggled about on his lap.

Even this was not quite enough proof for the detective, after all he had been divorced for sometime and with his old lover being reassigned he hadn't gotten his kicks in quite sometime.

He wasn't gay; he was just pent up and frustrated. Sure, a part of Lassiter's brain kept nagging, desperately trying to pull the threads of his denial to unwove and reveal the entirety of his feelings for the psychic.

Lassiter was having none of that though and he began to build up walls, insisting that the other man be kept at a safe distance.

Well, right up until he suddenly found himself blocking the way as Spencer tried to enter a crime scene. He had only been working with the man for a short time but he had already come to predict Spencer's inability to wait for an invitation to a crime scene.

Shawn had barged onto the scene, charmed Juliet and then took a step towards the body. Thankful Shawn left without a fit, and remained strangely distant for several days.

At first Lassiter had thanked some higher being for allowing him time away from the young, and strangely hypnotic psychic, but slowly he began to grow anxious and worry that Spencer actually may have felt his totally and completely nonexistent sexual desire.

The fear had crept up like the shadows at the end of a long summer day, and suddenly Lassiter found himself in darkness, almost tripping himself as he Shawn Spencer pranced into the Chief's office like he owned it.

It was becoming alarmingly clear that Carlton Lassiter's clearly heterosexuality was being questioned and failing to answer the odd swirling in Lassiter's gut.

He let a vagrant thought cross his mind, had he actually missed Shawn? Once the thought sunk it's teeth into Lassiter's mind it was nearly impossible to remove.

Lassiter stared through the slotted blinds at the young psychic with his stupid smile and his stupidly well-placed layers of shirts.

He hated him. In fact, he hated him so much that he couldn't help but follow the younger man to the restroom full of intent and burning with desire.

Obviously not a sexual desire for another man, no Carlton Lassiter was burning with hatred. Really, there were no sexual impulses driving him to walk faster towards the bathroom, scouts honor.

He had a whole speech worked out about psychics being a bigger waste of department resources than mandatory therapy for officers who had shot someone.

He really did have it all worked out, how he would push Spencer into one of the stalls and have a firm talk with the man. His intentions however pure were thrown out the window as soon as he actually got Spencer into the stall.

The younger man looked mildly shocked and then the slow smolder of arousal began to light up his features, his eyes drifting down the head detective's body and then back up to stare once more.

All the words that Lassiter had so carefully planned flew out the window on little gay wings and he suddenly found himself leaning forward as though to kiss the psychic.

As soon as Lassiter's brain caught up to the movement he froze and reminded himself that he was not gay. In fact he was so straight that he had never had a gay thought in his life, well unless you count the few times that Shawn's-no, Spencer's face had flashed before him as he came after jacking off furiously.

But that was totally and completely normal. Carlton began to think of ways to justify the movement when suddenly he felt soft, plush lips against his own.

The kiss was small, lasting for all of three seconds, and then it was over and Lassiter suddenly couldn't breathe.

All at once his lips collided with Shawn's again, only this time it was rough and filled with clear intentions. Shawn's hips rocked against his in obvious invitation and Lassiter could feel hands messing up his perfectly combed hair.

Nimble fingers worked his belt and button, releasing some of the pressure pushing down on his suddenly impossibly hard cock.

The intelligent portion of his brain screamed that he should stop, back away and pretend that this particular incident had never happened.

He still had time to find a bar a pick up some sleazy middle-aged woman that was desperate for attention after her had marriage ended in the same way Lassiter's had.

A bigger portion said fuck logic and dry humped Shawn's hand, pleading for the younger man to free his burning flesh. Right on queue Shawn did exactly that, unbuttoning and unzipping Lassiter as quickly as possible.

He couldn't help but wonder what Shawn's longest relationship was. But I was doing some research and watching g-word porn and the guy on the bottom looked like he was having fun.

I want to go all the way, Lassiepants. Come on, we can pretend we are back in high school and fumbling around, trying to lose out V-cards.

This is really the only virginity I have left. Clearly we aren't gay. I mean if I was would have gone gay for Gus a long time ago, we practically live together, dude.

It isn't that I like cock, it is that I like your cock. I got off on sucking it, listening to the little sounds you make.

Fuck I'd suck you off right here in front over everyone if I thought you would let me get away with breaking the law.

Give a man something to remember. Lassiter could feel heat flash up his body, his stomach tingling as his cock grew harder in his dress pants.

For a minute the panic began to build again and Lassiter had to keep from running. As he swallowed down his nerves he let the pounding of his blood answer his unasked question…he did in fact want Spencer.

He wanted him bent over the kitchen counter begging for more while Carlton relentlessly pounded into him. Although being gay made no sense at all, being with Spencer did.

The man was characteristically unreliable and flakey, meaning that Carlton's long hours wouldn't poison the relationship like it had with his marriage.

Although he found Spencer annoying nearly all of the time, he could see how some of that might actually just be sexual tension.

Come on, Spencer. Shawn followed with his hands in front of his crotch, covering what Lassiter knew was a sizable bulge.

The moment they exited the joint, Shawn's hands grasped Lassiter's hips, pulling him flush against the younger man.

Shawn rocked his bulge into Lassiter's thigh and let out a deep, yet quite moan. Lassiter lost himself in the sensation for a moment and the grabbed Spencer by forearm, which was about as close to holding hands with a guy as Carlton Lassiter was capable of going.

The way that Shawn easily followed his lead, the almost submissive hunch of his shoulders sent shivers down the older man's spine, and suddenly the few blocks to his house were almost too much.

Lassiter groaned and shoved Shawn into his car, biting back the urge to check her over for dents. Despite the fact that anyone could see them, or maybe because of it, Lassiter was hard and aching, rubbing his erection against Shawn's and letting out a groan of his own.

Shawn's mouth attacked his, a crash of tongues and teeth. Lassiter couldn't remember the last time a woman had kissed him with so much passion that it was tangible that she needed him inside of her.

But with Shawn he could feel it in every desperate thrust of the man's hips and with every aggressive kiss. Shawn's hands roamed the detective's clothes body, pulled at his shirt in a desperate attempt to reach skin.

Lassiter started the car, buckled in and began driving, probably faster than necessary. Before the older man could object, Shawn sucked him in and began deep throating.

The several hours of quality time he had spent with a banana the night before clearly improved his skills, if Lassiter's moans were any sign.

The detective was gripping the steering wheel for dear life and letting out delicious sounds that made Shawn moan in return.

Shawn swirled his tongue around the tip and began applying pressure to the vain, earning him several curses. Shawn couldn't help but be disappointed when he blow job was cut off by the car pulling to a stop.

Lassiter pulled him up by his hair and devoured his mouth for a moment before pulling away and unbuckling himself. Lassiter grabbed Shawn by the hand as soon as they both exited the car, and he knew without a doubt that he was totally and completely gay for Shawn Spencer.

With a huff he dragged the younger man to the door, his hands shaking as he slipped the key into the lock.

Almost as soon as the door was open he was pushing Shawn inside and slamming him against the front door. They rocked their hips together for a few minutes of perfect bliss and then Shawn pulled away.

Shawn ignored him for a moment while he slipped a CD Lassiter hadn't noticed he had left during the last visit into the player. Suddenly George Michael was playing, asking for sex and Shawn began a hypnotic dance.

It was smooth and all hips, a gentle sway to the music as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt. Lassiter cursed the layers that Shawn always seemed to wear, when instead of skin he was greeted by another shirt.

He let out a groan when Shawn straddled his lap, his hips moving perfectly in time with the music, his ass grinding down against Lassiter's protruding erection.

Shawn let his button up slip off and Lassiter couldn't resist slipping his hands under the remaining tee shirt, his eyes half lidding. Crossing his arms he removed his tee shirt, causing Lassiter to instantly lick at his left nipple.

Lassiter chuckled and trailed his hands down Shawn's waist, leaving a trail of goose bumps. He cupped Shawn's ass and lifted the younger man just high enough that Shawn could unbutton his jeans.

Shawn pulled himself up and slowly circled his hips to the music as he slowly pulled his tight pants down.

Lassiter growled and stood up, towering over Shawn. The young man wasted no time in letting his Batman boxers fall to the floor, Lassiter smirked at the pattern until his eyes drifted to Shawn's flushed erection.

Lassiter took his time loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying the way that Shawn's cock jumped in excitement as more skin became visible.

The detective made quick work of stripping down, leaving him bare with exception of his nicest tie, which Spencer had adamantly insisted remain.

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He had never had anal sex with a woman, let alone a man. This was where experience as a gay lover came to an end, and a small flush of embarrassment and insecurity painted his features.

Shawn's eyes twinkled mischievously and leaned in to kiss away the frown tugging on his lover's lips. Lassiter couldn't help but be amazed by how comfortable in his skin Shawn was, the way he shamelessly let his legs fall apart.

Lassiter fell to his knees, perching himself between Shawn's legs. Unable to resist he ran his hands down the younger man's thighs, causing them to quiver.

He swallowed hard, causing his Adam's apple to bob before ripping the packet of lube to place a few dots of the liquid on his fingers.

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