And Then They Did Sex

[coffeebuddha]

Title: And Then They Did Sex
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairing: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Word Count: 385
Summary: The storm has been broadcasting on the news for hours, but Carlton's too busy serving Justice to check the weather and Shawn's been curled up in the Psych office for the past 48 hours engrossed by a Different Strokes marathon.
Notes: topetine was complaining about her lack of dreams lately, so I wrote her some dream fodder. It isn't exactly crack, but it isn't exactly not either. The fic gets decidedly more mature if you head on down to the comment fic continuation. >.>

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The storm has been broadcasting on the news for hours, but Carlton's too busy serving Justice to check the weather and Shawn's been curled up in the Psych office for the past 48 hours engrossed by a Different Strokes marathon. He barely notices the lightening crashing and the thunder flashing-that's how those work right?-but when the power flickers, then goes dead, Shawn shoots up straight in his chair, every horror movie he's ever seen playing simultaneously in his mind. A second later, the door opens with a bang just as lightening cracks across the dark sky, outlining a tall, thin silhouette. He shrieks-and it's a manly shriek, not at all like a little girl's-and falls out of his chair, crabwalking backwards to get away from the ominous figure slowly moving toward him in the dark.

There's a loud thump and an equally loud curse, and Shawn pauses, because that curse is familiar. He peeks over the edge of Gus's desk, his night vision well enough adjusted now that he can make out Lassie, sans jacket and tie, blinking back the water that's dripping from his hair into his eyes. His cheap white shirt clings to his lean torso, and even with as dim as it is, Shawn can tell he isn't wearing an undershirt. He clears his throat, wondering why he wasn't this flustered at his first spring break wet t-shirt contest, and tries to nonchalantly stand up. He leans against Gus's desk, accidentally overturning a stack of paperwork, and smiles at Lassie like he meant to do that. Lassie looks back at him like he's a complete idiot.

Shawn clears his throat again and tries to keep his eyes above Lassie's undone collar so it won't be so glaringly obvious that he has indeed noticed that, why yes, Lassie's nipples ARE hard under his apparently cold, clinging shirt. At a lack for anything else to say-even his babbling ways seem to have deserted him-he makes a sort of half wave and says, "Hey, Lassie. Get caught in the rain?"

Lassie glares at him and sort of shakes all over, water droplets flinging everywhere, and says, "No, I figured that since you're near the beach, I'd just go for a swim. In my clothes."

And then they did sex.​

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I usually try not to get too personal in my author's notes because I know that's not what you guys are here to read about, but I want to apologize for my erratic behavior and absence the past week. Daily Drabbles should be starting back up again tomorrow, and it looks like I'm pretty much out of my black mood, so I should be more level headed for the time being. Thank you so much for putting up with me and a very special thank you to everyone who took the time to leave me comments on my post the other day. They really did help. ♥

Comments

[topetine.livejournal.com]

I should be dreaming this but the munchkins won't fucking shut uuuupppppppppp.

<- yes. I have officially lost it.

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[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Tell them to stop it!

More dream fodder.

For once Shawn is the one who has Lassie backed up against the wall, but he doesn't seem to mind. His shirt is open, half off one shoulder, the loose ends sticking to his damp skin, and he fists handfuls of Shawn's hair as he slowly licks lines of rainwater from his stomach. Lassie bows his head, his body curving over Shawn's kneeling form, and bites back a low moan. Shawn grins up at him and dips his tongue into his bellybutton, not even minding when Lassie's tremor makes the water in his hair shower down on him.

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[topetine.livejournal.com]

"S-Shawn." His voice is hoarse and full of apprehension as Shawn looks up again, smirking as he caught a drop rolling down Lassiter's hip on the tip of his tongue.
"Yes?" He was answered by a shiver and the thunk as he straightened again and his head hit the wall.
"What are you doing?" He choked out as Shawn's tongue moved up his hip, catching more drops succumbing to gravity as his hands worked open Lassiter's belt.
"Getting you out of these wet clothes," He told him, unbuttoning the fly of his trousers. "It's what tv doctors say to do,and on soap operas..." Another shiver ran through him as Shawn's hot breath moved across his chilled flesh. "And I think I saw it in a porno once too." He looked up again and winked, not sure if the clenched muscles of his jaw were from holding back or trying to stop his teeth from chattering. The hands in his hair jerked at the comment and his already flushed cheeks darkened.
"Spencer." He gritted out through his teeth, short and warning, his eyes wide in the dim light.
"Relax, Lassie, I totally know what I'm doing." He unhooked the holster straps from his belt and stood slowly pushing the leather straps and wet cloth from his shoulders, receiving only a grunt as his hands fell away. "Oh, come on, I'm a pro at getting your blood to boil." He smirked again, leaning against him, feeling hands settle nervously at his back and Carlton moving closer into his body heat. This close, Shawn could see the frown on his mouth, and the furrow between his brow, speckled with droplets, one moving slowly down his nose. He reached up and wiped the drip away before leaning in to kiss him, feeling the shape of his mouth loosen as the grip at his back shifted to his hips.

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[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Lassie tastes like sweet rainwater and old coffee, which shouldn't be nearly the turn on that it is. Shawn licks Lassie's lower lip and grins against his mouth when it opens under his. Thunder rumbles outside, near enough that he can feel the vibration of it, and the smell of the rain mixed with the lingering traces of Lassie's cologne is making him a little light headed. He breathes hard through his nose, not wanting to break the kiss, because Lassie's doing this amazing sort of flicking thing with his tongue, and if Shawn gives him enough time to remember who he's doing it to he might stop.

The skin under his fingertips is chilly, and the shiver that goes through Lassie when Shawn runs his hands up his sides is as much from the cold as his touch. He presses closes, chest to chest, and struggles to get Lassie's loosened clothes off faster. Purely for his own good of course. Because Shawn's charitable like that. The shirt is easy enough-it's already down around his wrists, and one good tug has it one the floor-but the pants are a different matter. They bunch awkwardly under his hands, clinging to Lassie's thighs, and Shawn finally pulls back just to glare at them.

"Tell me your pants didn't come with a built in chastity belt, Lassie, because I think you're a little past the point of protecting your virtue."

Lassie rolls his eyes, carefully toes out of his shoes, and shoves the wet material down so that he's out of it with only a few slightly embarrassing hops from foot to foot. And an almost constantly pissed off detective shouldn't be adorable, but watching Lassie jump around like a kid who's just learned how to undress himself fills Shawn with all sorts of warm fuzzies. The glare Lassie shoots his way is downright scathing-it easily makes the top ten list-though it loses some intimidation points because of the rosy flush staining his neck and cheeks.

"What," he demands gruffly. "It's hard to get out of soaked clothing."

The blush is spreading, and Shawn's so fascinated by watching its progress that it takes him a moment to say, "That's not the only thing that's hard," with a smirk. He runs a finger down Lassie's torso, stopping at the top of his boxers, which are as wet as the rest of his clothes and looking a little noticeably...tight. Lassie's glare and blush darken.

"If we're doing this," he grinds out, "then can we at least skip the cheesy innuendos?"

Shawn's hand moves lower, just barely cupping Lassie's erection, but Lassie's breath whooshes out as if he's just been shocked and his hands fly up to grab Shawn's shoulders. His eyes are squeezed shut, his red, wet mouth open on short, gasping pants, and Shawn can't help but wonder how long it's been since Lassie's been touched by anyone other than his own right hand. He frowns, because on the one hand, Lassie's a good looking guy with an impressive job, which should be enough to pick up a girl who isn't much interested in personality. On the other hand that's slowly jerking Lassie off, there's an unexpectedly sharp pang of possessiveness in his gut at the thought that nobody else has been touching his Lassie that makes his fingers curl a little tighter and move a little faster.

"As long as we are doing this," he says, his voice rough in his own ears.

Lassie's mouth mostly misses his, but Shawn doesn't really care, especially when he gasps out, "Oh fuck yes."

SORRY FOR DELAY i had to sleep and be plagued by mcDonalds jingles

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Lassie's mouth hits the curve of his chin, tongue swiping against his stubble as his hips jerk into his touch. "Fuck." He shivers as Shawn's free hand strokes up his stomach and chest, leaving trails of heat as he's pressed back against the startlingly cold wall. He bites back another groan, arching his back into Shawn and away from the wall's chill, tilting his head to scrape his teeth against Shawn's throat as he tightened his grip on his shoulders.

He felt Shawn's rhythm falter momentarily, his breath shaking as he exhaled. Another crack of thunder shakes the building, rattling the windows in their frames as Carlton sucks at the spot beneath Shawn's chin that made his knees weak. He opens his eyes and catches a glimpse of the freckle on the side of his neck that had teased him beneath flannel collars for so long. Shawn's face is tucked into the crook of his shoulder, his free hand petting his chest hair in time to the hand on his cock. Rainwater was still dripping from his hair and rolling down his cheek to land on Shawn as he sucked at the freckle, hearing Shawn whine in annoyance.
Shawn backs off a moment, Carlton holding back a whine of his own as Shawn's hands move to the front of his own shirt, unbuttoning it quickly.
Carlton lifts his hands from Shawn's shoulders and settled them at his hips as Shawn shrugs out of his flannel and drops it on Carlton's head.

Carlton makes a confused noise before Shawn's hands land on top and rub vigorously at his wet hair before kissing him again and slipping his thigh between Lassiter's legs. His heart jumps as the lips beneath his quirk into a smile before parting to kiss back. Strong arms pull him closer, one cold hand slipping up under the t-shirt he had under the flannel, fingers splaying across heated skin.

Carlton rocks against Shawn's thigh and wonders how exactly this happened, deciding if it weren't for the thunder and the bite of Shawn's nails at his bare shoulders he'd think he was dreaming. He shifts his grip on Shawn, moving a hand to his fly to pop the button and drag down the zipper as Shawn made greedy, hungry noises against his mouth.

[zilentdreamer.livejournal.com]

Jesus...

I have work in four and a half hours and should have gone to bed ages ago, but after reading that, I'm finding it difficult to give a crap.

The story (and comments ^_^) were delicious. It takes skill for me to even consider the rain in a good light, especially after the past couple of days.

Very yummy!

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you! Oh, see, I love rain. Like, in an obsessive, almost sacred kind of way. You know how when there's a rainstorm there's always that one person who wanders out into it? That's me. ^.^

[guilshad.livejournal.com]

How did you manage to keep them so awesomely in character in this situation? I adored this! And well, the comments were, as zilentdreamer said in the previous comment, delicious.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Happy accident? Way too many hours spent watching the show and reading fanfics? Bit of both? ;) Thank you!