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- 1-Animal I Have Become
- 2-Never Too Late
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Effluvium
Author: BlueHarlequin
Chapter 2 – Never Too Late
Disclaimer: Nothing of Psych belongs to me; this is not for profit. No copyright infringement intended.
Warnings: graphic sex between men, dub-con, pwp and a bit of angst
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Carlton Lassiter x Shawn Spencer
Summary: Lassie gets dosed with an experimental street drug during a takedown, Shawn experiences the consequences. Shassie

Shawn woke up to dual sensations of warmth and chill and something that sounded like a door being slammed. His body ached, not too badly, but recalling what had happened turned it into a pleasant sort of pain. Despite lying on the floor he was too lazy to want to move. However, he was not relishing the fact that his upper body was sort of cold. The blanket from his couch was pooled around his thighs causing his lower extremities to be toasty warm. He reached down to pull it up only to find he was still handcuffed from the night before. Rolling over to give the detective a piece of his mind for not unlocking him Shawn was astonished to find no one there. That explained the sound of the door closing. Spying the key on the floor he sat up and took off the cuffs. Looking down, Spencer made a face and decided that instead of catching a few more moments of sleep, he really needed to take a shower. He slowly got to his feet, wincing at the slight twinge in his back. He grimaced as he looked down at the carpet; most of Lassie’s cum had leaked out of him and created a huge stain. “Eww,” he muttered. He wondered how he was going to explain that to Gus if he ever saw it.
Walking into the bathroom he turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. Glancing into the mirror he stopped. “Oh wow, Lassie” came the soft exclamation. He was covered in hickeys, and there were bruises beginning to form on his shoulders and hips. His wrists were red from the handcuffs and his lips were puffy from where they’d been sucked and bitten. He looked like he’d been mauled. Shawn put together the evidence; the blanket only covering half of him, his ravaged body and Lassie leaving abruptly. He realised the conclusion Carlton came to was going to be a problem and as soon as he finished his shower he was going to have to go straighten the detective out of his misconception.
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Sitting morosely on his bed, Lassiter struggled to recall everything that happened last night. He had to make sure he got it right for when he was arrested. Granted he may have been under the influence of an illegal substance, but in his mind that was no excuse; he should have been able to control himself. The detective had fought against his baser instincts toward the young man for quite some time now. He wasn’t going to use the excuse that drugs had kept him from restraining himself. The clearest thing he could remember was staggering over to Shawn’s couch. After that, his memories were a bit fuzzy. He recalled Shawn trying to push him away in the kitchen. Then as he was dragging him towards the bedroom Shawn had pulled away from him causing them to fall to the floor and yelled at him to “Wait!” He remembered Shawn had struggled as he held him down and had even begged him “please” no doubt asking him to stop. In the bathroom, he had winced at the bite mark on his shoulder, assuming it was the young man’s last desperate defence before being thoroughly violated by the detective.
At the same time, he was also hopelessly trying not to remember the hot tight paradise that he had indulged in last night. The feeling of Shawn writhing beneath him and the taste of his skin was probably not something he wanted to go into detail with when he gave his statement. The thoroughly debauched look on the young man’s face after he came floated to the surface of his thoughts and he instantly became hard. Wallowing in self loathing at his reaction, he decided he needed a shower, a very cold shower.
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After cleaning up, Carlton dressed and sat down at his kitchen table as he waited. He started anxiously when the doorbell rang. “This is it,” he thought, “I wonder if O’Hara volunteered to do it.”He sort of hoped it was her, just for that fact she might spare him the humiliation of being cuffed and paraded through the station. But at the same time he hoped it wasn’t her, just to spare himself from seeing the condemnation in her eyes. He opened the door only to find the young consultant standing there. “Spencer! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Oh you stupid idiot!” Shawn shoved his way past the older man into the entryway. The head detective stood there in shock as the younger man walked down the hallway towards his bedroom. “You coming?” he called as he disappeared inside. Lassie shut the door and stalked after him.
“Spencer, what are you doing here? Why aren’t you at the police station?” He watched with alarm as the psychic bounced up and down on his bed then sat up and began to remove his shoes.
“Why would I be at the police station? You’re not there, you’re here. And I’m supposed to be watching over you just in case the drugs in your system make you do something stupid, like running off without a clear idea of what happened between us last night.” He glared at the detective disapprovingly.
“What do you mean? I ... that is ... well, you know. I ... you ...” he sputtered, unable to voice it now that Shawn was right in front of him.
“You mean to say you think you committed a 243.4e1, a 288ac2, a 286c2 and a 261a2? I’m sure that’s the biggest one on your mind, the 261a2, right? Well, you’re wrong.”
“What do mean I’m wrong? You pushed me back, you tried to get away and you begged me to stop and even bit me. Spencer, I handcuffed you, held you down and had my way with you. I don’t know why you’re here and I’m not in jail.”
Shawn rolled his eyes, “Obviously you can’t remember what happened correctly. Drugs tend to make you do that. I pushed you away because I didn’t want to take advantage of you while you were drugged. I was sure you would regret it in the morning if I had; pretty much hit the nail on the head there. I didn’t try to get away, I tripped and the only begging I did was for more. I do admit the bite was rather excessive but you know how it is in the heat of the moment,” he smirked.
Lassie just looked at him in bewilderment, “So you are saying that I imagined you telling me to ‘Wait’ and that you didn’t mind what I did. I don’t believe you.” He crossed his arms and frowned.
Shawn was getting rather annoyed with Lassie at this point. He got up from the bed and stood in front of the man, crowding into his personal space. “Carlton, I told you to ‘Wait’ because we were moving a bit quickly. But you told me, and I quote ‘I’ve wanted you for so long and now you’re all mine.’ I may have been hesitant at first, but after you said that to me, I was all systems go.” The older man blushed furiously. That was not something he had ever wanted to reveal to anyone, least of all the object of his desire. “So ...” the psychic drawled out, “since I’ve also wanted you for so long, it kind of works out. You really didn’t think all the flirting and groping was just fun and games, did you?”
“Well now I don’t, but that still doesn’t excuse the fact that I had sex with you while I was high. Shawn, I could have hurt you.” The detective placed his hand on the younger man’s cheek.
Spencer in turn, tilted his head up and kissed him. It grew a little heated and he pulled away briefly, “You wouldn’t have. I’m sure of it.” Breathily he asked, “So would I be committing a 261a3 if I told you I wanted to have sex with you again right now? Technically it hasn’t been twenty four hours yet.” Pushing Carlton’s suit jacket off, he pulled the man’s tie from his neck and started unbuttoning the dress shirt beneath it.
“Shawn, you can’t rape the willing.” The detective reached for the hem of Spencer’s t-shirt and pulled it off over his head.
“Exactly! But I have to make sure. Are you cognizant and aware of what is going on at the moment? Because I don’t want you to tell me later that this was a mistake cause you weren’t in control of your faculties.” The consultant tugged off the man’s undershirt and stopped to examine the teeth marks on his shoulder. He let out a low whistle then swiped his tongue over the mark. A low groan filled the room in response to that action.
“... Shawn, I know precisely what is going on, and this will only be a mistake if you make it that way.” Lassiter unbuttoned the young man’s shorts and pushed them to the ground.
The young man smiled in response. “Nope! No problems here!” Spencer reached for the older man’s belt and unbuckled it; he fell to his knees as he pulled Carlton’s slacks and underwear down in one motion. “My turn!” He exclaimed gleefully.
The detective gasped as Shawn gave him the same treatment he received last night. He grabbed a hold of the psychic’s shoulders to hold himself up. Carlton watched in dazed fascination as his cock slid in and out of Spencer’s mouth. His head bobbed rhythmically as he swallowed the older man as deep as he could go. Lassiter gave a strangled shout as Spencer pulled back, his lips tightly sucking around his length as neared the crown. With an audible pop the younger man let go of him, licking teasingly around his tip before pushing him onto the bed.
“Ah! Why did you stop?” he whined.
“Cause I want to do something even better.” The consultant pulled off his boxers, reaching down to the floor and rummaging through his shorts before coming back and climbing onto the bed. He tossed a tube down next to the older man and crawled up his body.
Lassiter was barely able to ask, “What is that?” before the psychic attacked his lips.
Between kisses he mumbled, “Lube ... I thought ... we might ... need it.”
Carlton stared at him in amazement. “You planned this. What were you going to do if I refused?”
Shawn leered, “Well there is always an eye for an eye.” He ground their erections together, eliciting a strangled ‘Ah!’ from the man below him. “I could blame it on the drugs, say you were hallucinating, but then again, I was sure you weren’t going to refuse.” The detective felt Spencer slide his hand up his forearm and a second later there was an audible ‘snick.’ Before he could react the younger man grabbed his other wrist and the next thing he knew, he was handcuffed to the headboard.
“Shawn!”
The young man grinned, “Turnabout’s fair play Lassie. This time I get to have my way with you.” He held up the lube, wagging it back and forth. “It’s pineapple just if you’re wondering.” He opened it and waved it under the detective’s nose. “Great, as if I didn’t associate enough things with Shawn and sex,” Lassiter thought belatedly. The older man watched as he slicked his fingers up with the slippery substance. Reaching between them he inserted a finger into the tight hole. Shawn worked his finger back and forth, inserting another after a few moments. After a few heated strokes and low moans he took them out and moved himself into position. “You ready?” He asked the detective.
Lassiter nodded and looked on avidly as Shawn sunk down onto his hard length. He groaned in pleasure as he watched his cock disappearing into the younger man’s body. Even after last night, the psychic was excruciatingly tight and Carlton was concerned as he saw the slight look of pain cross the younger man’s face. “Shawn, stop.”
Spencer shook his head. “No, it’s okay. You’re just very big.” He leaned down and kissed the man, stroking his tongue over Lassie’s soft palate and moaning as the older man responded tentatively. Pulling back, he smiled, “It’s okay now.” The detective’s eyes rolled back into his head as the younger man began slowly moving up and down over his length. Shawn started panting harshly as he rolled his hips, searching for that feeling that would send him to paradise. He was almost there; he could feel it as he rocked down onto the man beneath him. Carlton shifted his hips, thrusting upwards. His eyes flew open as Shawn cried out suddenly and he paused in his movements. “Don’t stop! Do that again!” The psychic gripped his thighs urging him to continue. Resuming the previous motion, the room echoed with a symphony of moans and sighs as Lassie battered the young man’s sweet spot relentlessly. Shawn bounced up and down on him in tandem with his thrusts, creating an almost unbearably delicious friction. “Oh God, Lassie ... your cock feels so good.” Carlton watched with rapt attention as the psychic started stroking his erection, his face slack with pleasure. This was far better than the slightly fuzzy memories of the previous evening. Shawn’s willing body moving on him towards their mutual gratification was something he had never dreamed could happen.
Shawn's pace quickened and he brought one hand up to clutch at the headboard; Carlton could feel his own balls tightening, signalling his own impending orgasm. It was almost painful holding back as he waited for Shawn to reach his climax first. The younger man whimpered as he finally reached the point of no return. “I’m going to cum ...” the psychic’s eyes slid shut and his head fell back. He let out a strangled cry, his hand dropping down from the headboard to grip Lassiter’s shoulder. The older man’s hips bucked wildly as Shawn’s body contracted around him like a hot vise. The feeling of warm fluid hitting his stomach and the younger man’s rigid body above him was enough for Lassiter to let go.
“God! Shawn!” he cried out as his own body stiffened and his seed coated Spencer's insides. The detective felt as though fire was racing though his body and he gasped as the younger man rode out his release, milking his cock until he was finished. For Shawn, the sensation of Lassie's cum and the sounds the detective made as he orgasmed caused his breathe to hitch in surprise when an unexpected rush of arousal moved through him. He collapsed onto the detective, not sure if he could take anymore just yet.
He rested his forehead on the older man’s chest as he tried to get his laboured breathing to even out. “Wow!” he muttered into the detective’s skin.
“Wow? That’s all you have to say?” Carlton looked up at the cuffs expectantly as Shawn raised his head.
“Ugh, I think that’s all the words I have the brain capacity for at the moment.” He lifted his hips gingerly, hissing as Lassie’s dick slipped out of him with an obscenely wet noise. “Um, if it feels this good while you’re incapacitated, I don’t think I’ll live through it the next time we have sex.” Shawn rolled off of him, missing the smug look on Lassiter’s face as he reached over the side of the bed for his shorts. Fishing the key out, he crawled back up the bed and released the detective from his restraints. Having gone slightly numb, Carlton flexed his hands, trying to return a bit of feeling into them.
“So what do you want to do now?” The older man wondered how they were going to make this work. He didn’t think he could take it if Shawn was satisfying some sort curiosity or he just wanted to be “friends with benefits.”
“Well in a little bit, I want to go get a pineapple smoothie, and after that talk to Gus.” Lassiter sat up, his eyebrows raised at the implications of that statement. Spencer made a face, “Maybe I should talk to my dad too, I don’t think we should go together cause he might not be too happy about ...”
The psychic was suddenly cut off by a pair of lips descending on his. Shawn responded eagerly, a pleased squeak escaping as they hungrily devoured each other. Pulling back he said breathlessly, “You sure that drug wasn’t some sort of aphrodisiac? Cause I think I’m ready for that next time.” Carlton just laughed, rolled the younger man onto his back and proceeded to kiss him senseless.

For those of you not familiar with California Penal Code:
243.4e1 – Touch person intimately against will for sexual arousal/etc.
261a2 – Rape by force or fear.
261a3 – Rape of drugged victim.
286c2 – Sodomy with force or violence.
288ac2 – Oral copulation with force or violence.

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