A/N: I purposely used "he" instead of their names because I think it makes it interesting. Anyone who watches the show should be able to figure out who is who. Oh, and some parts can apply to both. :)
Also, really really sorry to everyone waiting on Prisoner 1783. I'm so bad at predicting how fast I write. In the meantime, hope you like this, and I'm writing two shassy oneshots (that should be done soon) while I wait for inspiration/motivation to strike on chapter 5.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psych or its characters, etc.
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He was a psychic
He was a cop
His job was a trick
His was the top
Both were smart
He was older
Each played a part
But he was bolder
Did all he could
To touch and poke
And always he would
Laugh and joke
He sat on his lap
Got naught but a glare
Each pat and tap
How he said I care
At first he thought
He was just a jerk
But he got caught
Came to like his smirk
He loved his eyes
That shining blue
Though they were both guys
He knew what to do
He messed with his stuff
He drank from his mug
He acted all gruff
When he gave him a hug
He yelled and groaned
But all was good
Although he moaned
He understood
Then one day
He asked him to dance
And he knew he was gay
When he gave him the chance
It was only the start
Didn't expect the bliss
He felt in his heart
At their first kiss.