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

Last A/N - Fake police codes/paperwork titles, humor me... yes I know it's a short chapter. You want more? You'll have to tell me. (I'm not psychic)

As Shawn gasped, "Lassie!" Carlton let out a long low predatory growl. Shawn shot cum all over himself, Carlton, and the bed. Lassiter tried to pull out but Shawn held him in, tightening his ass muscles around the detective. Carlton shot into Shawn's ass and continued to jerk the psychic's cock. Shawn's eyes glazed over as his orgasm hit and he quickly winced in pain as his cock became very sensitive. Lassiter, seeing this, released his hold only to have Shawn grab his own cock again and yank roughly, "F-feels, s-s-s-so good." He said. Lassiter smiled at him. A brief moment of silence passes between the two men as Shawn turns his head and stares at the room expectantly. "We're not even at your place Lassie, just what kind of a guy do you think I am?" Lassiter stares at him blankly and said hesitantly, "You remember where I live?" Shawn looked surprised and said, "Oh my god! My memory is back!"

Shawn was on cloud nine, he had finally regained his memory, which in turn led to Psych getting a fat paycheck from both the FBI for breaking up a longstanding drug ring and Maroon 5 had given both Gus and Shawn special tickets, back stage passes, and an enormous payment for "services rendered." Shawn and Adam had discussed their future and had come to a mutual decision... okay so I decided, thought Shawn, whatever. The two men said that if Shawn were ever single, Adam would be first in line to ask the psychic out on a date. Shawn said, "I will ALWAYS let you pay for dinner Adam." Adam laughed and gave Shawn a hug, "You are definitely my best friend Shawn. I cannot thank you enough... for emphasis everything." Shawn blushed and said, "You know... all in a days work. Except weekends, I have slept through an entire weekend once."

Lassiter had been extremely attentive to Shawn ever since they had returned from the hospital. Lassiter had asked Shawn to move into his apartment with him, "So that I can keep an eye on you." Shawn had leapt into the detective's arms saying in a condescending tone, "Oh Lassie. If you INSIST. But isn't it a little soon?" "What, more than a couple a years is too fast? What are you a glacier?" Lassiter then let go of Shawn who tumbled to the floor of the Police station. "OUCH! Lassie, did you just crack a joke... what is the world coming to?" Shawn stood up and walked into the chief's office.

"Chief I have two things to say: One is that we never received a check from the station for our work in the Maroon 5 case, and the other thing is that... taken aback there is a squirrel in your office." Chief vick sighed and looked at the top of the bookshelf where the squirrel was resting peacefully. "Yes Mr. Spencer, there is a squirrel in my office. It climbed in through the window. The check will be here tomorrow. Now, what was the other thing you wanted to mention?" Her voice was somewhat agitated. Shawn mentally rubbed his hands together, we can finally get that ski system for the office. It was really just a machine to practice skiing but... oh yeah, thought Shawn, the other thing. "Your head detective just assaulted me!" Chief Vick leveled a hard glare at him and said nothing. She then turned back to her computer. Shawn got up and left the office, walking to Jule's desk.

Juliet O'Hara talked with Shawn while she filled out forms to process the two men that they had arrested on the scene. O'Hara looked tired and Shawn said, "Jules, you look like you could get some sleep. I can finish filing the paperwork for you. Go home and get some rest." Juliet raised an eyebrow, "Really? You?" "Yeah... my dad was a cop once too. Fill out form Z340 and 1013.1B... rolling his eyes in exasperation Geez, Jules!" Juliet looked at Shawn for a moment and then got up. She told the Chief she was heading home and the Chief agreed, especially after hearing that Juliet worked two double shifts in a row the last two nights. Shawn had just finished with the paperwork when he saw Gus walk into the police station. "Gus! What's up?" Gus looked at him and said with a shrug, "I got a text from the chief. She wants to see us in her office ASAP. It's a private mission." At the last statement, Gus raised an eyebrow suggestively. Shawn said, "Jackal mode?" "You know that's right." As Shawn walked over to the chief's office and Gus... jackaled over to the door, Shawn saw Lassiter track them with his eyes and he quickly walked over and enter the office behind Shawn. The Chief said, "Detective Lassiter, this was supposed to be a case for just Mr. Spencer and Mr. Guster-" "That's okay Chief." Said Shawn. The chief stared at Shawn as if he was growing another head but sighed and continued. "As you know, Mr. Spencer, when you stopped the drug deal at the MGSquared building, we arrested the two perpetrators. Shawn nodded But unfortunately they were waiting on someone else. Because the meeting was stopped we arrested to major criminals. However the syndicate, which the manager said he would tell us about, needs to be taken down, preferably from the inside. Can you help us with this case Mr. Spencer?" Shawn nodded and turned to Gus, "Whaddya say Gus? Want to go take down a major drug ring?" Gus said indignantly and firmly, "NO!" Shawn sighed, "Don't be a nearly empty tube of toothpaste, Gus. A drug RING? It's like taking your job and marrying it." "No it isn't, Shawn. It's like taking hardened criminals and having them kill each other over money. Then on top of that they sell dangerous drugs to the public to turn a buck!" Shawn shrugged. "I've-" Gus interrupted, "DO NOT say 'I've heard it both ways.' or else I will slap you face clean off of your face!"

Chief Vick interrupted the two of them, "Actually Mr. Guster, because of A) the nature of the case, B) Your other job, C) The probability that Shawn has dragged you into too many questionable circumstances, and D) The fact that Detective Lassiter is here, I can let you stay here for the duration of the assignment." Gus gave a smug smirk at Shawn. Shawn rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, chief what's the assignment? Parachuting over the Mexican border? Giving me a gang outfit with a hispanic accent so I can get een with a gang, yo'?" The chief looked at Shawn like he was crazy again. "Actually, Mr. Spencer, the job calls for an escort." "Like a limo driver?" Gus chimes in, "That's a chauffeur, Shawn." "Noooo, that's a microwave dinner!" Gus shook his head, "No that's 'Stouffers.'" "Isn't that on top of the oven?" "That's a stovetop Shawn." "ENOUGH!" Said Karen Vick. "Mr. Spencer, in this situation, the San Fransisco police department has teamed up with the Santabarbra PD to take down the whole drug ring. We believe, from information from our two informants, that the drug ring is centered from an 'escort service' in San Fransisco."

Shawn looked at Gus with raised eyebrows as if to say, 'and you didn't want to take this case.' "Wait... Chief if it's an escort service, why not ask Juliet? Considering she is the only genetic female in our group of merry... uh... people." Gus facepalmed. Lassiter was looking at the ceiling, trying not to meet the psychic's eyes. "Mr. Spencer, it's emphatically San Fransisco..." "So?" "We believe the company is involved in the... 'alternative' type of escort services." Shawn said, "Oh." He then looked at Lassiter and waited for his eye contact. Carlton could almost hear Shawn's voice saying, 'Did you tell her?' Lassiter quickly shook his head and coughed. Shawn turned back to the chief and said, "What do I have to do?" The chief smiled at him and began to lay out a plan to integrate Shawn as an escort and infiltrate the ring of smugglers.

"What is it this time Shawn?" The voice of Henry Spencer was aggrivated and demanding. Shawn brushed by his father as the door was opened. "The police want me to pose as a male escort!" Henry snorted and began laughing. "IT'S NOT FUNNY!" Shawn shouted. "What do you want me to say Shawn?" "Well you know I worked in the adult entertainment industry, so it's not so far out of my field of experience." "Shawn, you worked at an adult bookstore for three days and were fired because you kept ruining the endings of the stories... not that there was much to ruin." "I-" "... and wasn't your 'quote/unquote' 'dream job' being paid for sex?" "Well yes, but..." "Where's the downside kid?" "It's an escort service in San Fransisco... DAD. It's a MALE escort service for MALES in San Fransisco." Henry just kept laughing. Shawn glared at him and said nothing.

When Henry had finished he said, "So instead of sleeping with Lassiter for free, you'll get paid now? mockingly That's HORRIBLE Shawn! How dare they make you suffer so much!"

Shawn felt his jaw drop to the floor, what did he just say, thought Shawn to himself. "WHAT did you just say!?" Henry rolled his eyes, "OH please, Shawn! Like I can't tell! I knew you had a hidden frog in your room before you had even brought him into the house. You think I wouldn't notice the looks you and Detective Lassiter kept passing one another in the hospital? I'm not stupid Shawn." Shawn couldn't believe this. His own father... WOULDN'T EVEN LET SHAWN COME OUT TO HIM HIMSELF! "You're a bastard! You didn't even let me tell you." "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, "I doesn't matter to me Shawn." "No... but it matters to ME!" Shawn turned on his heel and jumped on his motorcycle driving off to find someone who would sympathize with him on this case.