Psych

No copyright infringement intended, just a fun story I wrote about the tv show Psych... Whether or not my character portrayal is accurate, these stories are intended for adults (or curious teens who are, of course, of legal consenting age...)... if you don't like men having sex... why the hell are you on Nifty and do us a favor and go away... seriously. If you have comments please send they will be welcome. Please leave positive and negative feedback so I know whether or not to hang up my computer. Again no money is being made so no copyright infringement is being done. This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. Copywright belongs to the company USA network.

(Author's note = A/N )

A/N - I have written a total of five on Nifty, the list is as follows (Oldest to newest)

• Chuck -The First story I ever wrote... more sex than plot

• Merlin -My second story that took a back seat to Psych... still has time for a revival. Equal story to sex ratio

• Psych -My Third and tied for favorite/most popular story... equal parts plot, romance/sex, and humor (hopefully it is humorous)

• O'Leary & Button -One chapter only, celebrity sex (not considered to me as a story) with no plot... none

• The Avengers -My fourth story tied for favorite and most popular with Psych... Plot with only a little romance so far... I am sure there will be more to come - Captain America/Steve Rogers & Agent Phillip Coulson

"I'm sorry Shawn. I'll try to be a more oblivious parent the next time around. Plus, when EXACTLY were you going to tell me? Honestly now Shawn..." Shawn shrugged, "Maybe a month or so..." Maybe never, thought Shawn. He had always worried about how his dad would respond to the fact that Shawn preferred men over women. He had never broached the subject but... Shawn thought about it. His dad had mentioned it a few times, talking about an ex-partner on the force who preferred the company of other men. Henry had said how great of a cop he was, and how it didn't matter to him. Thinking this the next words out of Henry's mouth were, "It doesn't matter to me, Shawn." "No... but it matters to ME!" Shawn turned on his heel and jumped on his motorcycle driving off t find someone who would sympathize with him on this case.

Shawn had spent the better portion of a day packing his clothes for his trip. The chief had afforded the ticket for Shawn to go to San Fransisco. The police department in San Fransisco had arranged for Shawn to have a live-in apartment with a month-to month lease, so that when Shawn had solved the case he could leave as quickly as possible. While he was packing, he heard the front door open and Detective Carlton Lassiter walked into his room. Shawn sighed contentedly as he felt the taller man's hands and arms reach around his body in a hug. "Hey Lassie." His voice was tired and he leaned back, feeling Lassiter's strong chest moving up and down. The two had been taking it slow since their escapade in the Hospital... neither wanted to rush into a sexual relationship which might hurt their chances of a longer, more meaningful relationship. Make no mistake, Shawn was horny as a toad, but he also knew Lassiter was more conservative in his views on sex. The Hospital incident had been a momentary and spontaneous event that proved to be useful, but Shawn knew Lassiter regretted having sex so quickly. The rumbling voice of Carlton brought Shawn back into the present, "Hey Spencer... er, Shawn." He's still not used to first names... and neither am I, I guess, thought Shawn. "How are you doing? You aren't still having headaches or pain from the fire. Right?" Shawn mumbled a soft "no" and turned into Carlton's chest. Ever since he had been able to freely touch Lassiter when they were at one of their homes, he had capitalized on feeling the detective's body, running his hands all over his back. It wasn't sexual... yet. Shawn moved in closer, causing Carlton's breath to catch and his face to flush slightly. Shawn knew that the detective was still apprehensive about the relationship, thinking it was some extremely elaborate scheme to make him look foolish. But nonetheless, he pulled Shawn closer and kissed him gently on the lips. These moments left Shawn on uneven footing, he was in love with Lassiter and it scared him. Carlton could die, or worse, stop loving Shawn. Shawn tried his best to hide his feelings, but sometimes he was sure that Lassiter saw them and, for the first time, he was inside of Shawn's head. Shawn put his head on Lassiter's chest, which was still covered with his regular perfectly starched shirt. "Carlton, do you mind, since I'm leaving soon, can you spend the night?" Lassiter breathed in and thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if Shawn wanted to sleep with him or have sex with him. "Uh... What would we be doing?" The question was hesitant. Shawn sighed again, this time it was an exhausted sigh. "I don't know... I'm really tired. But I would like it if you could at least cuddle with me." Lassiter smiled and said, "I couldn't have said it better myself."

Lassiter picked up Shawn and made his way to the bedroom. Shawn felt a little more than silly but, by the same token, he was so comfortable in Carlton's arms that he didn't want to tell him to put him down. Shawn's bedroom was the neatest part of his house, probably because he was hardly there. The room had a desk and a giant foam mattress... "Because I want to jump in bed with wine!" Shawn had said to Gus. Apart from these two items, the room was bare. "Did you clean because you knew I was coming over?" Shawn blinked and said, "No. I usually stay in the office... in fact, Gus said we may be getting a pull-out bed with the checks we got." "Checks? Plural?" Shawn shrugged and said, "Let's just say Santa Barbra paid for our skill set and Maroon 5 gave us a gift for saving their tour." Lassiter's eyebrows raised, "That might be a conflict of interest..." "Oh Lassie! We're using most of the checks to benefit charities." Lassiter looked like he wanted to say something else but thought better of it. Lassiter gently set Shawn on the bed and sat on the edge of the bed, beginning to remove his clothes. Shawn rolled to the other side and tossed his shirt, shoes, and pants out the door and into a laundry basket. Lassiter pretended not to notice. Seconds later Carlton felt a hand reach around and begin to remove his tie, gently pulling the silky material off his neck. A shiver passed down his spine as he felt Shawn's warm chest rest against his back. "This isn't exactly helpful, Shawn." His voice, while firm, was slightly tighter than usual. Shawn gave a small chuckle and said, "Okay Lassie. Just trying to help out."

As soon as Lassiter had removed his coat, shoes, pants and dress shirt, Shawn pulled him backwards onto the bed and straddled him. He was still wearing his undershirt and boxers. "What's that I'm feeling detective? Do you have something HARD for me?" "That's my holster, Shawn." Lassiter said flatly. Shawn's face flushed and he said, "Sorry... I just... wanted tonight to be special, just in case..." He couldn't finish the thought. Shawn knew how dangerous this next assignment was. Even worse was what was expected of him. The discussion between Lassiter and Shawn hadn't happened yet and Shawn was dreading the outcome. "Shawn." Lassiter's voice was quiet, but firm, "I know what you are going to be doing. As long as you protect yourself and you don't have regrets... I'll support you." Shawn could tell he was lying. He hated this. Shawn knew it... Lassiter knew Shawn knew it. "Carlton, no matter what happens, I love you." Shawn said. Shit! I hate crying, he thought as he felt his eyes itch. Lassiter pulled Shawn to his chest and said, "I love... will love... have loved you... forever too Shawn." Shawn felt the soft dark hair from the Detective's chest brush against his face. It felt good.

Shawn didn't know how far Lassiter would let him get, so he quickly tied the head detective's hands with the tie to the head rest. "Spencer...?" His voice was gruff and surprised. Shawn leaned in and kissed Lassiter on the lips, leaving the other man breathless. "Carlton" The word was deep and lust-filled. Lassiter shivered as Shawn began to kiss his neck and move slowly downward. Shawn stopped at Lassiter's undershirt and said, "Oh no. This won't do at all." He then ripped the shirt in half to have better access to Lassiter's furry chest. Shawn laid his face against the soft hair on Carlton's chest and sighed contentedly. Shawn's five-o'clock shadow was brushing against Lassiter's nipple as Shawn moved his head, making Lassiter grunt softly at the sensation. "Sh-shawn... can you untie me please?" Lassiter looked into Shawn's eyes and saw a kind of carnal desire surface that he hadn't seen before. Shawn flashed a feral grin at Lassiter and moved even further down, to where Lassiter's body was beginning to react to the younger man's languid movements. Shawn moved like a cat, rhythmically moving his hips down Carlton's legs. Carlton shuddered as he felt Shawn's hand lower his boxers and his mouth envelop his rapidly growing member. Lassiter gasped in some air as he felt Shawn's warm, hot mouth tighten around his member. "Oh god... Shawn. That feels so... good!" Shawn hummed a noise of agreement and continued to suck the detective's hard cock. Even though Lassiter had a large amount of control, he was always worried about how he was going to keep up with Shawn in the bedroom. Somehow, every time Shawn was in the mood... which was nearly always, Lassiter was ready to join in on the fun. But, Carlton wondered what would happen if Carlton couldn't keep up with the youthful exhuberance of Shawn Spencer... would he get tired of him and leave? Carlton shook the thought away. There was something about Shawn that made Lassiter feel younger and more energetic than his whole life before, during and after Victoria had married him. Lassiter was even feeling this energy when he was working in the office and O'Hara had noticed. Lassiter's thoughts were interrupted as Shawn took his whole hard length down his throat. Carlton barely managed to hold of the wave of pleasure and gasped, "Shawn... I can't take that again. I'll loose it and I don't know if I can do this again tonight. We don't have to do this." He knew that he was lying, if Shawn stopped, Lassiter would probably have cried. Shawn lifted his head off the detective's member and said, "I know Carlton... I really want us to share a moment before I go tomorrow." This was as important for Shawn as it was for Lassiter. Carlton felt Shawn resume his task and Carlton tried to hold back. Unfortunately for him, as soon as Shawn deep throated his cock, he swallowed, muscles contracting tightly around the detective's dick. Lassiter gave a grunt of warning as he felt the orgasm build. Shawn continued even though Carlton said, "Shawn! I'm gonna..." The rush of the orgasm felt like a roller coaster falling off a huge drop. Lassiter groaned with ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over him. Shawn held his mouth over Lassiter's cock until Lassiter's cock stopped coming, swallowing everything. Shawn cleaned off the detective's cock with a quick suck and grabbed a towel wiping his cock clean. Lassiter felt coherent words come back finally and he said, "My turn Shawn?" His voice was eager. Shawn undid the tie and said, "Well... If you touch me in the wrong place right now... I'll be done. Can you give me a minute or so?" Lassiter smiled and said, "Sure Shawn." He leaned over and kissed the faux-psychic on the lips, tasting the last remnants of his load.

Lassiter moved his hand behind the young man's head, pulling him close. Shawn's erection was visible and was twitching through the other man's boxer's fabric. Lassiter moved so quickly Shawn couldn't even register what had happened until after it was over. The detective had handcuffed the psychic to the bed and pulled of the other man's boxers in one fluid movement. Shawn yelped in surprise. Carlton then grabbed a nearby bottle of lotion, pineapple scented, of course, warmed the sweet smelling mixture and began to gently tease Shawn's hole. Shawn felt a moan escape his lips. "Oh... Lassie... Carlton!" Lassiter inserted a finger and his body began to respond to the younger man's movements and groans of desire. "Please..." His breathless writhing was transfixing Lassiter. He's so beautiful. Lassiter gently inserted another finger and Shawn panted and tried to accelerate the detective's movements. With a moan Shawn said, "Please... Carlton... I need you, now! Oh god!" Lassiter wasted no time positioning himself and began to open a condom. Shawn looked down at him and said, "I'm clean Lassie... but if you want to..." Carlton stopped and said, "I am too... are you sure you want to do this?" Shawn nodded. The detective heated some lotion and ran it over his now again hard cock and gently pushed into Shawn's wonderfully tight heat, keeping watch for any signs of discomfort from Shawn. The psychic couldn't believe how amazing it felt. Every movement, no matter how small, felt like liquid gold. As Lassiter began to pick up speed, Shawn felt as if an electric shock was coursing through his body and his blood was afire. "I'm not gonna last long... oh fuck! Lassiter. I love you! You feel incredible!" Lassiter kept a smooth pace, focusing on letting Shawn enjoy the sensations running through him. With every glance at Shawn's writhing body, Lassiter felt closer to his own orgasm as he realized to this man, he was something very special, something he had never felt with Victoria. Shawn's body began to vibrate with the impending orgasm and Shawn said softly, "I'm yours." With this, Shawn felt the orgasm envelop him and his cock, which had remained untouched, shot onto his chest. The contractions in the psychic's ass caused the detective to groan as his own orgasm was violently pulled from him with a low, "Shaaaawwwwwnnnn..." Lassiter rolled over and panted, trying to catch his breath. Shawn moved his hands down and pulled Lassiter close. "The handcuffs?" Lassiter said with surprise. Shawn grinned as the detective, who had been looking at Shawn's face, heard a click.

"Come on Gus! Get your butt moving!" Shawn yelled out the window to the Blueberry. Gus had come to Shawn's apartment the following morning, planning on driving him to the airport. It was a short jump, but San Fransisco had arranged for a flight. Gus had been hiding something as soon as Shawn had seen him, but Shawn couldn't figure out what... and it bugged the crap out of him. "LET'S ROLL!" Came the pleasing baritone of Burton Guster, who was exiting his apartment with a bag. "Gus... what the hell?" His voice was incredulous, "What are you doing with that bag? What's in there?" Shawn looked closely and saw the bag had a corner of a piece of cloth sticking out of it. It was one of Gus' shirts. "What's going on Gus?" "You need my style to score the big prize, Shawn! You think you'll get rich from how you look now?" Gus gestured at Shawn's T-shirt and worn jeans. "It screams desperate. No wonder it took you and Lassiter this long..." He tssked in disapproval. Shawn felt defensive. "What's wrong with how I dress!? I got girls all the time!" Gus laughed... "Yeah. GIRLS, Shawn. You're attracting a new sort of clientel now." He laughed hysterically at Shawn's expression of horror. Shawn turned it around. "So you're saying you've been dressing to impress men?" Gus replied, "In a sense... Yes. My bosses are all men and men like other men to look professional in the workplace. You wouldn't last a week without some guidance." "Gus...? How do you know what gay men want?" Gus laughed and said, "It's basically the same thing straight guys want... but eye candy looks different. Here's an example: How do you make a regular guy look sexy? Answer: Put him in a three piece suit. Trust me." Shawn stared at Gus and said nothing.

The car ride to the airport consisted of Gus lecturing Shawn on the finer points of being a refined gentleman and by the end, Shawn was ready to leave Gus at the terminal midsentence... whether or not he had stopped the car. Shawn quickly got out and said, "I'll see you in a few months, buddy." Gus stopped Shawn and looked at him seriously. "Shawn. You need to be careful! This is dangerous! You could be killed." "Like I haven't thought of that already... or almost had that happen two or three times this month." "Be serious Shawn! Always use protection, and keep a taser with you in case you have someone who wants to hurt you." Shawn sighed and said, "Okay, MOM. God!" Gus opened the trunk and handed Shawn his suitcases. Shawn left for the airport and Gus drove off.

The flight was short, and before Shawn could ask for a fifth warm towel from the stuardesses, the plane descended. Shawn got off the plane and found a plain-clothes cop with a sign for him. The cop took him to the station where Shawn filled out over fifteen forms, mostly to prevent the police department from being sued in case of death, STD, or dismemberment... that last one had left Shawn speechless. Finally the police officer took him to his apartment and and showed him the entire house. It was a four room apartment with a full bedroom, including walk-in-and-lose-your-way-out closet, bathroom with built in floor tub and jacuzzi, office, kitchen, dining room, and living room. This must be costing a pretty penny, thought Shawn. "How much does this apartment cost to rent usually?" "Around fifteen a month." "Fifteen thousand?" He choked out. "Yeah... so start working the system as soon as possible. Although because it wouldn't be legal otherwise, he whispers you get to keep the money you make. We're treating you as a tax write-off in the form of a witness relocation case." Shawn's eyes widened. "How much of a stipend do I get a month for food and other activities?" The police looked thoughtfull, "I'm not sure. Let me call in to the station." Minutes passed and the police officer said, "There is a card in your new wallet in the house. The chief says you have a $8,000 per month limit with a $15,000 startup fund. That's to get a TV, toiletries, looking Shawn up and down new clothes... you know." Shawn couldn't believe it. "Thanks Hank." "No problem, 'Logan'." That was Shawn's new name for prostitution. "Oh... and we'll pick you up if we catch you. But we won't keep you or press charges. Be careful Mr. Spencer, we've lost nearly a dozen good men to these bastards." Officer Hank left and Shawn grimaced. "A dozen... really?" He said to himself. "Great."

Shawn had the help of the police department and two reformed male prostitutes to help him set up his business. He was posing as a "Male escort" for "social functions" and had, after two days of buying new clothes and getting various pictures taken, he had posted his profile online and bought some classified space in papers and two billboards. He received his first request the day after his profile was posted online. A gentleman who lived in San Fransisco needed someone to be his escort to a wedding, "so that cheating bastard feels like shit!" Shawn had agreed to a $1,000 dollar fee for the wedding and anything else was extra and to be determined during a pre-date interview.

The interview was interesting to say the least. Shawn had questions prepared for him by the police to weed out potential threats, and he had police backup during the interview in case things went south. The man in the interview was mid-thirties and was a very nice guy, from what Shawn could see. He also saw that he was clingy, possessive, paranoid, distrustful, high strung and jealous. Shawn could tell that either the other man hadn't cheated or, if he had, this man had driven him away with his incessant bothering. "Jim" said that all he wanted was for his ex to be upset at what he was missing. He also told Shawn sex was off the table, Jim was trying to get his ex back if possible. Shawn nodded and said little during the interview except, "I see..." and "That is covered in the fee..." or "I'm sorry, that is not covered in the fee..." Jim was, in general, satisfied. He didn't want someone to compete with his ex, just someone to spark some jealousy. Shawn agreed to the wedding date and told Jim he would arrive at his house for a ride over an hour before the ceremony. Jim agreed, seeing as how a date wouldn't pick up some else unless they were trying to one-up his ex.

Shawn was more than a little imressed with the wedding's outcome. Not only had he managed to talk to Jim's ex, but he had made a compelling argument to Jim's ex about him. Shawn had highlighted Jim's positive attributes and turned every flaw into a strength. By the end of the night, Jim was happily back with his ex and had given Shawn a thousand dollars in cash. Shawn called a cab, which Jim paid for, and went back to his apartment. He was exhausted but needed to take off the tuxedo, shower and shave. Damn this stupid regiment Gus had given him!

The next day Shawn was bowled over by what he saw, in his online inbox. There were over twenty requests ranging from "one night escort services" to "marry me!" emails. Shawn checked his mail and found a similar situation in his box. Great... now the fun begins. As he looked through the mail, he stopped on one particular piece with a golden dragon on the front and a wax seal on the back. He quickly walked back inside and unsealed the envelope. "Greetings Logan James! This letter is to inform you that the prestigious Golden Dragon Agency wishes to sign you as a potential member. We have seen your profile and wish to conduct an interview to see if you are an appropriate fit for our company. If so, you will see fewer jobs, as I am sure you have recently become innondated with mail and email, and higher paying jobs that will yield higher gross pay for you. Please respond at your soonest convenience. (Signed) -Bruce Collins" Shawn called the station to tell them the news and received information that the Golden Dragon was basically a pimping service for male prostitutes. However, due to ironclad paperwork and lawyers, the police department had been unable to arrest anyone except the prostitutes. Shawn asked if it was dangerous and the station said that thirteen workers disappeared from their records in the last two years and it was attributed to "clerical error." Shawn gulped and said, "I'll take the job. I need to end this quickly." And hung up the phone.

Later that night, while Shawn lay awake wondering what would happen after he had replied to the letter, he heard a knock at the door. Who the hell could that be? Shawn thought. He slowly got up and grabbed his stun gun, courtesy of the police department. Unfortuntately for Shawn, the apartment door had no peephole. However, it did have a chain. So Shawn, cracking the door slightly said, "Hello?" "Shawn! Open the door!" The voice of Burton Guster came out as a brisk, no-nonsense tone. "Gus?... GUS!" Shawn quickly opened the door and hugged his best friend. "Why are you here buddy!?" Shawn really didn't care. As long as his friend was here he could put up with anything. Gus closed the door behind him and walked around the apartment, whistling in a low tone. "They really went all in, didn't they?" Shawn nodded and said, "What are you doing in San Fransisco?" Gus turned to Shawn and said in a sarcastic tone, "What you think Shawn? I'm here for your services." Shawn and Gus burst into laughter.

"I have something that may help you with your future clientelle." Said Gus. He grabbed a suitcase he had carried with him and put it on a nearby table. He opened it and Shawn saw sixteen large glass bottles of liquid. "This is a new drug that came into our lab recently. It's been tested by everyone and is getting FDA approval right now. The problem is that it's a sleep inducer that leaves you without a short term memory for the last ten minutes before you take it. It also takes up to five minutes for the effects to kick in... Also it wears off after an hour. But you will wake feeling well rested and relaxed." Shawn stared, open mouthed at Gus. "I figured you can use it to... uh... reduce the number of clients you need to... ummm..." "Reduce?" Shawn offered. "It's 'Seduce' Shawn." "Nope. That's a funky color..." "That's chartreuse... and NO! you haven't heard it both ways. Damn it!" Shawn paced for a moment and said, "Won't they start to get suspicious when NO ONE remembers what happened when I 'slept with them?'" Shawn said. "Maybe." Gus admitted, "But, if you work quickly there won't be time for suspicion until you have solved the case." Shawn nodded at Gus. "How does the drug need to be taken?" Gus responded, "It can be administered by liquid or injection. You only need a little, around a teaspoon. It's flavorless... so you could offer the person a drink and knock them out." Shawn turned back to Gus and said, "Yes... but what if they don't drink?" Gus shrugged. "It's not going to work for everyone, then. I guess. Do you have something else you could do?" Shawn shrugged. "This will have to do. It's a million times better than the alternative." Shawn shivered... he didn't mind the idea, but the actual necessity to have sex in exchange for money...? Especially since he had just found the man he wanted his whole life. Gus said, "The San Fransisco police called me out to see if I could find you an alternative." Shawn took Gus in a tight hug. "Thanks Gus! You don't know how much this means to me... to Lassiter. He owes you such a muffin basket!" "I'll take a check." Gus said with no sarcasm. Shawn laughed and said, "Tomorrow I start my life as a male hooker. Is the world ready?" Gus said, "Nope. But I just know if you do start needing to have sex with these men... I'm getting an apartment far away from here." "They gave you one already?" Gus nodded. "It shares a wall with this one." Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Not by choice Shawn!" His voice was incredulous and pissed. As Gus walked out the door he said, "Take out tonight? Say 6:30pm. Your treat." Shawn laughed, "San Fransisco's treat!" Gus merely nodded and closed the door behind him.

Shawn packed away the glass bottles and went to his room. Shawn then flopped onto his king sized bed and sighed. It was going to be a long week. At least I made $1,000 today without having to do anything, Shawn thought. God. It's so sad to see people in love fight. He thought back to Jim and his now un-ex partner. Why was their relationship so rocky? I hope that Lassie and I never feel that way. He's trusting me so much to not make foolish mistakes. God Lassie, what if I fuck something up? Shawn felt sleep pull at his consciousness. Stay safe, Lassie. I'll be home soon.

A/N = I know... it's been a long time. I was in hit by a car and was, for lack of a better term, in a coma for a while. One of my good friends kept up the facade that I was still here but just busy. Sorry for the delay everyone. I'll be lucky if I can pay some my medical bills (hit and run - no results). (Donations are welcome... but not necessary) I've been awake for about a month now. You know the deal: I love comments be they good, bad, ugly, completely unrelated. Please do so, this gives me incentive to write more often. I am suffering concussions so I may not be up to my usual standards. Give me a chapter or two to get back to full speed on my writing. I love this story and want to do the show justice.