InsaneJournal

OMG, Fic.
Title: 10 Drabbles
Author: isidore13
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Rating: R/NC-17
Disclaimer: Psych belongs to the USA Network and not to me, sadly. Or not sadly. However you want to look at it.
Notes: These are totally unrelated to each other.

The Rules:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards! (Yeah, I totally broke this rule. Like, completely.)
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

1. King of Wishful Thinking, Go West, Indian Summer

He didn't need Spencer, he told himself on the third day Spencer was gone. He really didn't. And it didn't matter how many times O'Hara and Vick both gave him those knowing glances, he knew very well that he didn't need anybody.

Wasn't that what Victoria had told him before she left anyway? "You don't need anyone, do you, Carlton? You're perfect just like you are." She'd been scoffing, but it was true. Carlton Lassiter never let himself need anyone.

So clearly this wasn't worry he was feeling, or anything silly like that. Clearly.

Just because Shawn - Spencer - had apparently disappeared off the face of the earth, didn't mean Carlton missed him or the ridiculous way he used to call Carlton Lassy. He didn't miss Shawn falling into his arms nearly every time he had one of those stupid episodes. He didn't miss Shawn's crazy theories and how they always turned out to be true.

He didn't miss any of it.


2. The Remedy (I Won't Worry), Jason Mraz, Waiting for my Rocket to Come

Shawn had a hell of a time convincing Lassy that he wasn't hallucinating.

They'd both been drunk, of course, for the first time. Well. Okay. Lassy had been drunk. Shawn had been just a little tipsy. Maybe every once in a while he'd trip over his toes, but that wasn't important.

Anyway.

The next morning had been, not the worst morning after he'd ever had, but pretty high up there. Still, there'd been a naked Lassy in the bed with him, and even better they were at Lassy's apartment, so Lassy hadn't been able to run away.

He'd been totally convinced that nothing had happened, though. Which was hilarious. After that Lassy had been really worried about what the other detectives would think.

Foolish man. McNab had been dating his boyfriend for months and no one even blinked an eye.


3. Letter to Me, Brad Paisley, 5th Gear

This was all Shawn's fault.

Well, what part of his troubles wasn't Shawn's fault these days, really?

But there was no way he'd've thought of writing a letter to his 17-year-old self without Shawn's really annoying nagging about some kind of connection with inner child or some other nonsense.

So. What would he say to his 17-year-old self?

First, he'd prove it was him by mentioning the Playgirls hidden in the trunk of his Chevy. He'd always been the suspicious type even as a kid, and he'd've wanted some kind of proof.

Then, he'd give himself a verbal smack around the head for getting involved with that pretty boy with the knapsack full of drugs.

Maybe not a very hard smack, though... after all, that idiot was why he became a detective in the first place.

He'd end with comforting words about Victoria, and promise that he ended up happily nagged by someone he loved - but he'd never say who. The kid wouldn't believe a word of it, anyway.


4. Clumsy, Fergie, The Dutchess

No one would have believed it, but Shawn fell deeply in love all the time. Shawn really wasn't into fucking around - every time he had sex he always thought he'd end up loving whoever it was forever.

It just hadn't ever really worked out that way.

But it shouldn't stop him trying, should it? No, of course not.

It was a little surprising when it ended up being Lassy.

Surprising, but genuinely awesome, and not just because Lassy was a veritable tiger in the sack. He was so good it required the use of a cliche. But it wasn't just that. Lassy knew just when he really needed an ego boost (almost never) and when he needed to be brought down a peg or two (also almost never, really, he had just the right amount of self-love, really, only Lassy didn't seem to see it that way). And, after a while, he wasn't even all that shy about letting Shawn comfort him once in a while.

Usually Shawn left after the first fight, but when he and Lassy fought they always ended up fucking (over the couch, over the kitchen sink, on the kitchen table, on the kitchen counter, whatever was nearest). And even Shawn couldn't leave a man he'd just let fuck him into next Thursday.

Really, that was why they made it work this time.

Really.


5. Good Vibrations, The Beach Boys, Smiley Smile

He really hated the colorful clothes Shawn wore.

No, really. They hurt his eyes, and they always had, from the very beginning.

So was it really a surprise that they were the first thing Carlton went for that night? And if, in the morning, it ended up that Shawn didn't really want more, he could always claim that he'd been totally blinded by the chartreuse nightmare ("It's back in style, Lassy!") and therefore unable to think straight, he'd been obliged to rip the clothes right off of Shawn's back.

And of course, once he was down to his hot pink underwear ("What? It was on sale!"), what else could Carlton do but suck his cock? It was all thick and hard and right there, after all.


6. Unwritten, Natasha Bedingfield, Unwritten

Years from now, Carlton Lassiter would deny unequivocally that he'd ever said such a thing by accident. Of course he loved Shawn, and had for years. It was ridiculous for anyone to think he'd said it by accident. After all, Carlton Lassiter didn't even buy socks without doing all the necessary research. There was no possible way he'd ever claim to love someone he might not.

Years from now, he'd even believe that to be true.

But just at this moment, staring down at Shawn, whose head was on his pillow, whose mouth was open and grinning foolishly up at him, he couldn't believe he'd just said that. They were only using each other for sex. That was what they had agreed to. Shawn was never supposed to hear about any of those insane "feelings" Carlton totally wasn't having. They were just sex buddies. Really, they were.

Shawn had moved in two days later and never left.


7. Barbie Girl, Aqua, Aquarium

The stilleto heels were really, really uncomfortable. Also the corset. Shawn was starting to wonder why he'd ever agreed to go undercover into the gay S&M bar.

Lassy tugged at Shawn's leash sharply, looking back at Shawn with an unbearably smug smirk. "Heel, pet," he said, clearly enjoying the whole thing.

Shawn would have to murder him later. Right now he had to keep his cover.

Lassy sat down at one of the booths and smacked Shawn's arse hard. "On your knees, slut!" he ordered cheerfully, and Shawn had to grit his teeth hard to keep from saying anything but "Yes, sir" as he slid to his knees on the floor at Lassy's feet. Murder would be too quick.

Later on, in the bathroom, with Lassy's cock shoved up his arse and their suspect wanking beside them, Shawn figured he just couldn't kill someone who'd given him the best fuck of his whole life.


8. Let that Pony Run, Pam Tillis, Homeward Looking Angel

Victoria had run off with the bartender from his favorite tavern.

That was the reason they'd separated, and a pretty good one, Lassiter felt. Still, there had been hope, on his part, in the beginning. That she'd come to her senses and come running back to him, and thank god they hadn't gone through with the divorce.

A couple of years seemed like long enough to wait for her. It was time, he supposed, to let her go.

Even losing his house was symbolic. That life was over, now, and hopefully what came next would be better.


9. Whenever, Wherever, Shakira, Laundry Service

Ireland was even prettier than Shawn had imagined it would be. The contours of the land as he ran his hand down them, smooth as silk and lightly haired, the differing colors that contrasted and blended to form the perfect whole. Even the scars on his Ireland's body were perfect, imperfections that meant a life had been lived, and lived well. And the round one over his Ireland's heart... Shawn lay his hand over that scar, and then pressed a kiss there. "God, Lassy, you..." Shawn sighed and closed his eyes when Lassy's fingers slid into his hair.


10. When You Walk in the Room, Pam Tillis, Sweetheart's Dance

It was no secret to Gus that Shawn was totally infatuated with Carlton Lassiter. Not when Shawn's eye was always on Lassiter whenever they were in the same room. Nor was it a surprise when Shawn decided that the reason he liked to sit on Lassiter's desk was to stare at O'Hara (who was, to be fair, totally hot).

Shawn had always been completely oblivious - to mostly everything. It made sense, actually. You can't spend that much of your time focused on the details of a situation and also take in the big picture.

It wasn't until Lassiter threw himelf at Shawn (literally) that Gus knew Lassiter was just as infatuated with Shawn. He was ashamed of himself for having missed it, really - how many men does a straight man press up against a car and let himself slide all along their body? Not many, at least, not many for Gus. So yeah, in retrospect it was totally obvious that Lassiter and Shawn were completely hot for each other.

There was no use trying to tell Shawn that, though. Shawn was thoroughly convinced that his affection was all for O'Hara.

Shawn always had to come to these conclusions by himself, and frankly Gus was happy to leave the subject alone.