"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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Re: comment continuation ftw!
Date: 2010-12-27 06:34 am (UTC)"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.