Like the title says, just Shassie. I wrote and posted the first few on tumblr and ao3 before finally deciding to maybe publish them here as well. I also take requests, I just ask that none of them include any smut or lemons or limes or anything.
Notes: man, I just can't help myself with these kinds of fics, can I? Also, I wrote this in like, 30 minutes. So apologies if the quality isn't as great as you would like it to be. Warning ⚠️ Tongue play, skip if that makes you uncomfy
Word Count: 502
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It was a normal day. Until Shawn mentioned offhandedly that he had forgotten to call in with the pharmacy and renew his ADHD medication, only having just called them a few minutes ago when he noticed he was completely out.
"You what?"
"Oh come on, Lassie. You can't expect me to always remember this kind of stuff!"
Lassiter so badly wanted to retaliate, but held himself back from saying something that might be insensitive. "When does it get here?"
"Well..."
It would be a week before they could get him his prescription. Shawn had apparently waited just the right amount of time for them to completely run out.
They had two peaceful days (or at least as peaceful a day can be when your boyfriend happens to be one Shawn Spencer). But that all came crashing down when the meds wore off.
It'd been three hours. Shawn had been sitting on their shared couch and talking nonstop for three fucking hours, recounting an unlikely adventure he and Gus went on. Talk about a hyperactivity disorder.
At some point or another, Lassiter had tuned him out. He wasn't sure what Shawn was talking about now. He's pretty sure it had started with 'Gus and I...'. Yeah, yeah that's what it was. But he couldn't focus. He was to busy staring at a small corner of Shawn's lips, where something — probably sauce from their lunch earlier — had stuck to.
"Spencer."
He kept going on. "-he tried to ditch me, but I grabbed his leg. And then he fell onto the pineapple display-"
"Shawn."
"-he screamed so loud, Lassie. He's had some pretty loud ones, but this one really took the pie-"
"Oh for Chrissake." Lassiter roughly grabbed Shawn by the chin and slammed his lips to Shawn's. That got him to stop talking, at least. Now to deal with that little stain...
Lassiter's tongue darted out, licking and cleaning Shawn's corner lip. A little bit of it went inside his mouth, however, and Shawn took that as a cue to do the same. He shoved his own tongue into Lassiter's mouth without any hesitation. This took the detective slightly off guard, although he wasn't about to begin complaining.
They sat there for what felt like forever, tasting each other, keeping lips locked in what could have been seen by outsiders as desperation. Why had Lassiter waited three hours to do this?
It was over too soon. When they broke for air, Lassiter leaned back. "You had food on the corner of your lip, Shawn," he explained simply to him.
Shawn sat for a minute, and finally said, "Oh. Huh."
"Mhm."
"Anyways, where was I?" Aaaand he was back to where he had left off. "Right! So then-"
Oh well. It was nice while it lasted. Not to say that this wasn't nice, of course. He reached towards the coffee table and grabbed his glass of milk. It looked like he was going to be sitting here for a while waiting for Shawn to crash.
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Notes: Got this idea from j-snapdragon on the psych discord. And the milk thing at the end was a reference to another conversation ther
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