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g0shawkTitle: The Thanksgiving Bet (6/7)
Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
4:16 p.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Shawn glanced at his watch uneasily. It had been over an hour since he had arrived, and there was still no sign of Lassy. Gus and Jules were helping him keep watch. The potluck was going well; there were actually a lot of people present in the station. Quite a few had complimented the fake-psychic on the cake. Distracted, he hadn’t bothered to correct them. Gus glared at him every time he accepted a compliment, and quickly corrected the person giving it. Shawn was about to go check with Jules again, when he finally spotted the head detective on the other side of the room. “Hey Lassy!” he yelled, waving his arms wildly. “Come try some of this awesome pineapple upside-down cake that I made!” He peeked at Gus, expecting him to say something, as usual, but his friend merely winked, and walked off to talk to Jules. Shawn grinned happily, and looked back at Lassiter. The man was sidling away, obviously trying to escape. Oh no you don’t! I’m not letting you out of my sight! Shawn weaved through the crowd and popped up right next to him, making him jump.
“Spencer! Don’t DO that!”
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Carlton stared angrily at the young man who stood smirking in front of him. What is it with him? Why does he have to torture me like this?
“What’s wrong, Lassy-face? Did I startle you?”
Carlton scoffed. “Of course not! Don’t give yourself so much credit, Spen---” he sucked in his breath as a warm hand enveloped his own, tugging him along. He wanted to squeeze back, but he resisted, letting his hand hang limp instead. He half-heartedly pretended to try and pull away, but Shawn simply strengthened his grip and continued to drag him to the dessert table. They arrived in front of the cake, but Shawn didn’t let go. Carlton groaned, “Spen--mmph!” This time, he was silenced by the piece of delicious cake that Shawn suddenly shoved into his mouth. He chewed angrily, annoyed that the pineapple dessert was too good to spit out. As the young man beamed at him cheekily, Carlton finally managed to jerk his hand away. He wiped it across his mouth, giving Shawn the benefit of his fiercest glare, the one that made criminals fall to their knees, whimpering in fear. Well, maybe not, but I wish it did.
If anything, Shawn’s smile only grew wider. “Well? What do you think?”
“I think you’re annoying as all hell, and you had better leave me alone.” Carlton ignored the fact that Shawn had obviously been referring to the cake. He stalked off, not bothering to look back. When the man didn’t follow him, Carlton sighed in relief and grabbed a beer. He didn’t normally drink, but he was off duty at the moment, and being around Shawn always made him feel the need for something stronger than a soda.
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4:30 p.m.
Juliet and Gus sat on her desk together, watching the antics of the two men. Juliet had giggled when Shawn grabbed Lassiter’s hand. Gus had chuckled at Lassiter’s expression when the cake was shoved into his mouth. When the detective broke away from Shawn, they sat quietly, wondering what would happen next.
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5:37 p.m.
Shawn had given Lassiter his distance, allowing him to forget about the younger man. He figured then was as good a time as any. Temporarily removing his gaze from Lassiter, Shawn caught Juliet’s eye and nodded. Nodding back, she grinned and poked Gus, who was standing next to her by one of the tables of food. Glancing at Shawn, Gus nodded as well, giving him a thumbs-up and mouthing “Good luck!” Shawn smiled. I’m so lucky to have them as friends. He returned the thumbs-up, and watched as Juliet approached the head detective.
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Carlton noticed O’Hara drawing near to him, and ended the conversation he had been having with one of the older officers.
“Detective Lassiter, I was wondering if I could have a word with you, privately?”
He nodded, perplexed. She sounds serious. I wonder what this is about? Following her down the hallway, he was surprised when she led him into a file room. “What’s going on, O’Hara?”
The blonde woman blinked, the ghost of a smile passing over her face before disappearing, leaving him to wonder whether he hadn’t just imagined it after all.
“Actually, sir…could I ask you to wait here for a minute? I just forgot something. I’ll be right back.” She hurried out of the room.
Well, this is strange… what--? Carlton froze as Shawn entered the room. Damn. If he didn’t know better, he would think this was some sort of a trap. But O’Hara would never…would she?
“Why, Lassy! Imagine seeing you here!” Shawn grinned.
Carlton managed to growl, “We’re in a file room, Spencer.” In fact, I think it’s the one I used to hide from you before. Oh the irony…
“Huh…so we are! How odd!”
“What are you doing in here? Are you and detective O’Hara in cahoots?”
“Jules? Oh, I just asked her to help me lure you in here so I could get you alone.”
The older man turned slightly pale. I’m afraid to ask. “Wh—why would you want to do that?”
“I was hoping you would ask!” Shawn pulled something red and round out of his pocket and put it in the detective’s hand, forcing his fingers around it so he wouldn’t drop it. He stepped nearer, too close for comfort, and whispered in Carlton’s ear, “Because, Lassy, you’re the apple of my eye.”
Before Carlton had time to react, Shawn leaned forward and gently placed his lips on the other man’s. After a second, Carlton’s numbed brain woke up, alerting him to the fact that Shawn Spencer was, in fact, kissing him. WHAAAT???
He shoved Shawn away, nearly sending him crashing into a shelf. Mixed emotions and thoughts tumbled through his mind haphazardly. He kissed me! Is he gay? Well, obviously, he must be! Unless this is some kind of joke? I just got kissed by a man! Does he really like me? Why did I push him off? I thought this was what I wanted? Maybe not exactly, but I did want him to like me! Am I gay? I didn’t hate that. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. What am I saying? This is Spencer I’m talking about! Spencer! You know… annoying, young, brown hair, pretending to be psychic, green eyes, always driving me crazy, cute…AUGH! …SO…CONFUSED…!
Carlton suddenly realized Shawn was still there, staring at him intently, eyes shimmering with hope and uncertainty.
The tall Irishman stammered softly, “Uh…I don’t…I mean, why did…uh…you…uh…I…have to…um...go.” He turned hurriedly towards the door and rushed out, feeling Shawn’s piercing gaze on his back.
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6:07 p.m.
Shawn slid down against the shelf behind him, landing on the floor with a plop! That’s not really how I expected it to go. I thought it would be one way or the other, but…it was kind of in between. He pushed me off of him, but he didn’t yell or punch me, or anything. It’s like he was more surprised than upset. Maybe I still have a chance? He perked up at the thought. Maybe he just needs some more convincing. Shawn looked at his watch, “I still have almost six hours.” Grinning hopefully, he got up and left the room. Gus is not going to believe this.
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Author’s notes: Bwahaha! Boy, was that fun to write! This little fic is turning out to be quite long. It was originally going to be only 3 chapters, and done in 2 days! Sorry it’s taking so long, but I hope y’all don’t mind too much. I think it’s much better this way than it would have been if I had tried to cram it. We’re getting closer to the finish line! Many thanks to all of you who have stuck with it!
-g0
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Author: g0shawk
Rating: PG
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych, etc.
4:16 p.m. (Thanksgiving day)
Shawn glanced at his watch uneasily. It had been over an hour since he had arrived, and there was still no sign of Lassy. Gus and Jules were helping him keep watch. The potluck was going well; there were actually a lot of people present in the station. Quite a few had complimented the fake-psychic on the cake. Distracted, he hadn’t bothered to correct them. Gus glared at him every time he accepted a compliment, and quickly corrected the person giving it. Shawn was about to go check with Jules again, when he finally spotted the head detective on the other side of the room. “Hey Lassy!” he yelled, waving his arms wildly. “Come try some of this awesome pineapple upside-down cake that I made!” He peeked at Gus, expecting him to say something, as usual, but his friend merely winked, and walked off to talk to Jules. Shawn grinned happily, and looked back at Lassiter. The man was sidling away, obviously trying to escape. Oh no you don’t! I’m not letting you out of my sight! Shawn weaved through the crowd and popped up right next to him, making him jump.
“Spencer! Don’t DO that!”
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Carlton stared angrily at the young man who stood smirking in front of him. What is it with him? Why does he have to torture me like this?
“What’s wrong, Lassy-face? Did I startle you?”
Carlton scoffed. “Of course not! Don’t give yourself so much credit, Spen---” he sucked in his breath as a warm hand enveloped his own, tugging him along. He wanted to squeeze back, but he resisted, letting his hand hang limp instead. He half-heartedly pretended to try and pull away, but Shawn simply strengthened his grip and continued to drag him to the dessert table. They arrived in front of the cake, but Shawn didn’t let go. Carlton groaned, “Spen--mmph!” This time, he was silenced by the piece of delicious cake that Shawn suddenly shoved into his mouth. He chewed angrily, annoyed that the pineapple dessert was too good to spit out. As the young man beamed at him cheekily, Carlton finally managed to jerk his hand away. He wiped it across his mouth, giving Shawn the benefit of his fiercest glare, the one that made criminals fall to their knees, whimpering in fear. Well, maybe not, but I wish it did.
If anything, Shawn’s smile only grew wider. “Well? What do you think?”
“I think you’re annoying as all hell, and you had better leave me alone.” Carlton ignored the fact that Shawn had obviously been referring to the cake. He stalked off, not bothering to look back. When the man didn’t follow him, Carlton sighed in relief and grabbed a beer. He didn’t normally drink, but he was off duty at the moment, and being around Shawn always made him feel the need for something stronger than a soda.
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4:30 p.m.
Juliet and Gus sat on her desk together, watching the antics of the two men. Juliet had giggled when Shawn grabbed Lassiter’s hand. Gus had chuckled at Lassiter’s expression when the cake was shoved into his mouth. When the detective broke away from Shawn, they sat quietly, wondering what would happen next.
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5:37 p.m.
Shawn had given Lassiter his distance, allowing him to forget about the younger man. He figured then was as good a time as any. Temporarily removing his gaze from Lassiter, Shawn caught Juliet’s eye and nodded. Nodding back, she grinned and poked Gus, who was standing next to her by one of the tables of food. Glancing at Shawn, Gus nodded as well, giving him a thumbs-up and mouthing “Good luck!” Shawn smiled. I’m so lucky to have them as friends. He returned the thumbs-up, and watched as Juliet approached the head detective.
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Carlton noticed O’Hara drawing near to him, and ended the conversation he had been having with one of the older officers.
“Detective Lassiter, I was wondering if I could have a word with you, privately?”
He nodded, perplexed. She sounds serious. I wonder what this is about? Following her down the hallway, he was surprised when she led him into a file room. “What’s going on, O’Hara?”
The blonde woman blinked, the ghost of a smile passing over her face before disappearing, leaving him to wonder whether he hadn’t just imagined it after all.
“Actually, sir…could I ask you to wait here for a minute? I just forgot something. I’ll be right back.” She hurried out of the room.
Well, this is strange… what--? Carlton froze as Shawn entered the room. Damn. If he didn’t know better, he would think this was some sort of a trap. But O’Hara would never…would she?
“Why, Lassy! Imagine seeing you here!” Shawn grinned.
Carlton managed to growl, “We’re in a file room, Spencer.” In fact, I think it’s the one I used to hide from you before. Oh the irony…
“Huh…so we are! How odd!”
“What are you doing in here? Are you and detective O’Hara in cahoots?”
“Jules? Oh, I just asked her to help me lure you in here so I could get you alone.”
The older man turned slightly pale. I’m afraid to ask. “Wh—why would you want to do that?”
“I was hoping you would ask!” Shawn pulled something red and round out of his pocket and put it in the detective’s hand, forcing his fingers around it so he wouldn’t drop it. He stepped nearer, too close for comfort, and whispered in Carlton’s ear, “Because, Lassy, you’re the apple of my eye.”
Before Carlton had time to react, Shawn leaned forward and gently placed his lips on the other man’s. After a second, Carlton’s numbed brain woke up, alerting him to the fact that Shawn Spencer was, in fact, kissing him. WHAAAT???
He shoved Shawn away, nearly sending him crashing into a shelf. Mixed emotions and thoughts tumbled through his mind haphazardly. He kissed me! Is he gay? Well, obviously, he must be! Unless this is some kind of joke? I just got kissed by a man! Does he really like me? Why did I push him off? I thought this was what I wanted? Maybe not exactly, but I did want him to like me! Am I gay? I didn’t hate that. In fact, I kind of enjoyed it. What am I saying? This is Spencer I’m talking about! Spencer! You know… annoying, young, brown hair, pretending to be psychic, green eyes, always driving me crazy, cute…AUGH! …SO…CONFUSED…!
Carlton suddenly realized Shawn was still there, staring at him intently, eyes shimmering with hope and uncertainty.
The tall Irishman stammered softly, “Uh…I don’t…I mean, why did…uh…you…uh…I…have to…um...go.” He turned hurriedly towards the door and rushed out, feeling Shawn’s piercing gaze on his back.
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6:07 p.m.
Shawn slid down against the shelf behind him, landing on the floor with a plop! That’s not really how I expected it to go. I thought it would be one way or the other, but…it was kind of in between. He pushed me off of him, but he didn’t yell or punch me, or anything. It’s like he was more surprised than upset. Maybe I still have a chance? He perked up at the thought. Maybe he just needs some more convincing. Shawn looked at his watch, “I still have almost six hours.” Grinning hopefully, he got up and left the room. Gus is not going to believe this.
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Author’s notes: Bwahaha! Boy, was that fun to write! This little fic is turning out to be quite long. It was originally going to be only 3 chapters, and done in 2 days! Sorry it’s taking so long, but I hope y’all don’t mind too much. I think it’s much better this way than it would have been if I had tried to cram it. We’re getting closer to the finish line! Many thanks to all of you who have stuck with it!
-g0
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