Shassie oneshots, i guess

Taste the Rainbow

Summary: Shawn and Lassiter have a little game they like to play.

Notes: Based off this post: https://www.tumblr.com/lassie-farce/758923724380651520/hc-shawn-would-eat-different-skittles-as-he

Thank you Lassie-farce on tumblr for the inspiration <3

Word count: 1,676

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Shawn popped open a bag of skittles, kicking his feet back and forth as he sat on the edge of Lassiter's desk. Currently, the detective himself was nowhere to be seen, most likely off to grab something from the Chief, or to discuss something with Juliet. Whatever it was, it had taken Lassiter away from his desk. And that meant it was free real estate for the fake psychic.

He grabbed a handful of skittles and, after picking out all but the grape flavored ones, dumped them into his mouth. Those ones were the best, in his opinion. Not because they tasted like grapes, oh no no no. Rather, he loved the way they didn't taste like them. Regular grapes were alright, but they didn't compare to the artificial flavor-bomb that was the fake grape flavor. Now, if only they could manufacture pineapple skittles...

Boredom fell upon Shawn quickly. He started scanning through the miscellaneous papers scattered over his boyfriend's desk, shuffling them around then returning them to their exact spot. Witness statements from a previous case. A calendar marking Friday as a surprise date night for the two of them — he'd have to pretend to be surprised. A binder full of convicted criminals and along with what they had done to deserve to be put in Lassiter's special folder.

There wasn't a single snack in sight. Other than Shawn's skittles — of which he was still trying to work his way through the first bite — Lassiter's desk was void of candy, except for the small pack of watermelon gum he had stashed away in the bottom drawer on the left. He knew it was because although the detective had one heck of a sweet tooth when it came to his coffee, it did not extend to actual sweets. 'It's nothing but cavities in a pretty wrapper' he'd said when asked.

It didn't stop Lassiter from snagging a few whenever Shawn had them on hand. A tiny handful of M and M's here, a couple chips there. Shawn found it endearing. Not so much so when someone else did it, but Lassiter was an exception in his eyes.

As he continued chewing on the mass amount of skittles he'd shoved in his mouth, Lassiter walked up behind him. His hands were full with a large file from their latest case. "Shawn, what have I said about sitting on my desk?"

Through the skittles, Shawn managed to say "I dunno, something about falling and cracking open my big beautiful head?"

Lassiter sighed. "Yeah, something like that." With that, he plopped into his rolly chair and began going over witness statements.

Just as he was about to swallow his mouthful of candy, a lightbulb went off in Shawn's head. "Hey, babe come here."

Without hesitating, Lassiter tilted his head up towards Shawn. As he did, Shawn leaned down to close the gap between the two of them. One small kiss later and they parted. Looking back down at the papers, Lassiter nonchalantly stated, "Grape."

This was a game he and Lassiter had made up a long time ago. Shawn could remember the exact time and date he'd leaned down and kissed his boyfriend, only for Lassiter to draw back in disgust. He'd claimed it was because Shawn had been sucking on a grape warhead.

The game started off one-sided. Shawn would pop a different flavored candy in his mouth, chew on it a bit, and then get Lassiter to kiss him. He almost always chose something he knew Lassiter wouldn't like, just to see how he would react to the different flavors. But he also chose nice things, like fruity gum. Those were the times Lassiter kissed him longest.