Title: Shawn Gets Creamed
Author: rubydesires
Fandom: Psych
Pairing: Shawn/Lassiter
Rating: M for male/male oral smex.
Disclaimer: I don't own. I just like to play with them.
Summary: Shawn gets creamed in more ways than one.
Note: This has been sitting in my laptop for MONTHS! Lol I had gotten up to the xxx no problem. I can write kisses and licks, but the moment I gotta work with the manly bits (and lady bits for that matter) I freeze. xD So yes. This is my first attempt at smut.

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Shawn was surprised he hadn't died. Who knew whipped cream could be so explosive? The fake psychic wasn't entirely sure how the can had exploded, but there he was, standing in Lassiter's kitchen, with whipped cream on his face and bare chest. Shawn swiped a finger across his chest and was about to lick it off when he heard his boyfriend behind him.

"Shawn? What the hell are you doing?"

Shawn looked over his shoulder at the detective. Lassie looked like he was half asleep.

"I was making us pancakes . . . and the whipped cream exploded."

Lassiter laughed softly as he turned Shawn to look at his front. "Was it the entire can?"

"I think so."

Lassiter took Shawn's whipped cream covered finger and licked it off.

"Soooo, no pancakes then?" Shawn asked when he saw Lassiter seemed to be hungry for something else entirely.

Lassiter smirked. "Do you always have to talk?"

"Yes. I will admit I'm fond of the sound of my own voice—"

"Spencer," he growled playfully. "You have the right to remain silent." The detective rested his hands low on the younger man's hips and bent slightly to lick the cream at his neck. He grinned when Shawn let out a moan and continued to work his way up.

"You're like a cat," Shawn said when Lassiter licked his face.

Lassiter pulled back and rolled his eyes. "It's your fault for getting creamed. We can either do it this way, or we get in the shower."

Shawn's face lit up. "I've always wanted to have sex in the shower!"

Lassiter paused for a moment. "I don't think my shower's big enough for that." When he saw his psychic's face fall, he grinned. "I didn't say we couldn't do anything."

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Lassiter let out a surprised yelp when the cold tiles hit his back. The tables had turned fast. It was supposed to be him having his wicked way with Shawn, not the other way around, but there was the younger man kneeling and looking up at him with a grin and mischievous glint. It wasn't that he didn't like it-it was obvious he did and he doubted even a blinking neon sign could make it any more so-but it was a surprise and Lassiter and surprises didn't mix. He couldn't stop the moan when Shawn's tongue ran along the underside of his cock. Okay, maybe these kinds of surprises weren't bad.

Lassiter's eyes closed when Shawn licked the tip. Shawn's hands tightened on his hips and he tangled his hand in Shawn's hair. He moaned again when the younger man took his cock in his mouth and slowly went as far as he could.

"Shawn . . ." He wanted to smack him when he felt Shawn's attempt at a smirk. "Fuckin' move, dammit."

His psychic saluted and began bobbing his head. Lassiter's grip tightened on his hair as he felt the pressure building. "Shawn," he said again in warning, but Shawn didn't stop. He groaned when his orgasm hit and he could hear Shawn moan as he swallowed his lover's cum. Shawn pulled back and licked his lips before grinning up at Lassiter.

"I got creamed again!"

Lassiter just blinked and look at him, the water from the shower running down in tiny rivulets from Shawn's hair. Then he smiled. "You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot."