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.