Date: Mon, 9 Jul 2012 02:34:29 -0400 From: Mike XD Subject: Psych Chapter 4 revised 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. I am trying my hand at a new tv show. If you have not read my previous works and like this one, check out "Chuck" and "Merlin" in the Celebrities section. Have fun reading! Plethora of A/Ns in this chapter. Sorry (Author's note = A/N ) Please RE-READ MY CELEBRITY sexuality clause that I will repost just so I cannot be sued by anyone... and remember that this is JUST A STORY! 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. (I will repost this multiple times so that there isn't confusion) A/N (What was written below, was written in a slightly sleep deprived state... so if it's totally confusing or weird... ignore it) - ALSO!!!! Some graphic material might be located in this chapter... it's a surprise. Tell me: Awwww HELL YEAH/OH NO HE DIDN'T!/I can't believe that!/ What the fuck?/*your reaction to the sex* The reason I ask this is because I am still unsure when Lassie and Shawn will... you know. I am totally at odds with this. My readers wanted sex... so I wrote some in this chapter. HOWEVER I am not sure if this will come back to haunt Shawn. (may be a little too much angst/waiting for sex between our stars) The only way I can decide for sure is from............................. you guessed it... COMMENTS! - YES I overuse ellipses (...) and commas (,) whatever, it helps me control how the sentences are read... so that you understand the inflection. Also the stars (*) with text inside help the reader visualize. - (And there's semi-sex too!) ************************************************************** Last time on Psych.... Finally Shawn threw the pen... trying to symbolically remove the part of him that loved the head detective. As Juliet left to get the pen Shawn said, "You don't understand Jules... they're so close! And I can't... I can never... Do you have any idea what that's like? Not to mention what everyone else would say." Shawn was only barely able to stop himself from saying the name aloud. "I can't bear this anymore! I can't live like this! I am so miserable, Jules. I feel like my heart has stopped working when I see them... then I remind myself that it can't ever happen." Juliet looked Shawn in the eyes and said, "Don't give up hope yet Shawn. They may come around. Never think that you don't deserve happiness. Don't let what society has pressured make you think that anything is just black and white. And lastly, Shawn..." Her voice was gentle and quiet. She put the pen back into Shawn's hand, making him look down at the pen and then back up at her. "... If you value the person as much as you value a certain item of theirs... They definitely deserve to have someone so loyal and loving." She winked at him and left him open-mouthed staring after her as she walked out of the office. ************************************************************** A/N -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. (Did I mention SEX? Or a reasonable facsimile thereof?) Shawn was pacing the Psych office all night, trying hard to think of a way to explain to his life-long friend why he had been so different for the last month. Shawn also realized how much happier he was, now he at least had Juliet as a friend who would support him and his own decisions. At about 5am Shawn felt his eyes droop and he sat on the couch. He looked at the sleeping pills on his desk, how had he fallen so hard? It isn't like I would have had no one to talk to. Shawn laid down and shut his eyes, drifting into a sweet oblivion that was not dominated by tantalizing dreams, but by Juliet, who was guiding Shawn through a large maze. Her expression was kind and patient as Shawn turned corner after corner. When the duo arrived at the exit, Juliet turned to Shawn and said, "This is the first step Shawn... the hardest step. Finding your footing. No one goes through this *gestures at the maze* alone. Never give up Shawn..." Her voice faded and Shawn turned to the exit where he saw a faint outline of a person standing. Shawn moved towards the figure, tall, slim, and well-built. As he neared his dream dissolved because he heard the sound of the Psych office opening. "Gus! Buddy! It's so good to see you man! What would you say to a couple of pineapple pancakes and some fresh juice at iHop?" Shawn felt completely rejuvenated. Gus stopped at the door, staring at Shawn as if he was sprouting a second head. Shawn leaped up and said, "Quick! Let's go! I'm starving." Brushing past Gus, Shawn made his way to the Blueberry. Gus looked completely off-balance. After closing and locking the door, he leaned against the wall to the office for support. He wasn't sure if Shawn was alright or if he had finally snapped and Gus was worried that his best friend might have a breakdown. Gus pulled himself together, not sure what to expect, hesitant to accept that Shawn had pulled a complete 180 from the previous day. As Gus entered the car he noticed that Shawn's face was slightly tense. Shawn put his hand on Gus' shoulder and said, "Gus, we need to have a serious talk... I'm not sure if you want to do this before or after breakfast. I owe you an explanation for my behavior over the last month. *thinking a moment* I guess the last day too. I'll let you choose *his voice was quivering* buddy." Gus felt his jaw drop. Shawn was going to tell him something serious... now or after breakfast? Now. Gus left the keys in the keyhole of the steering wheel and turned to face Shawn, face set in a determined fashion. "I'd like to know now Shawn." Shawn's throat felt dry... too dry. "Okay Gus... but can we get smoothies, I'm parched." Gus nodded and they both left the vehicle. Heading to the smoothie stand, they both bought a pineapple smoothie. Shawn motioned for Gus to follow him after paying. Gus hesitated but inevitably followed Shawn. His voice unsteady and unsure, Shawn opened his mouth, "Well see... the thing is... Gus... you don't choose..." He took a sip of his smoothie. This sounded sooo much better in my head. But Shawn pressed on, Gus listening all the while, "Sometimes when someone... but then again they might like... Oh god, Gus. This is so much harder to say. Jules was able to just say it for me. But I owe you this..." Gus finally said, "Shawn! Spit it out!" "I'm in love with..." The silence hung there for an uncomfortable second, then Shawn finished in a weak voice, "Lassiter." Shawn stopped walking but Gus did not. "Nice one Shawn... but seriously, what's been bothering you?" Shawn said again, with a stronger voice, "Gus... I'm being serious. I have fallen in love with Carlton Lassiter." It was the first time he had felt so confident about those words, and the first time he had vocalized his inner desires. Gus frowned and said, "Okay Shawn... Let's say that I believe you about what this. Why on earth are you just telling me now? And why have you had so many girlfriends? I still can't forget the incident at the Department store." Shawn shrugged, "I don't know buddy. I can't remember when I started to feel this way... but I haven't been thinking of anyone since and have been so afraid that I'd lose everything. Especially you..." Another deep worry that had been stewing in his mind since he had acknowledged his feelings. Gus had turned around abruptly. Shawn followed him to the car and they both got in. Gus was putting the pieces together and had still not said a word. Gus turned over the engine and turned to Shawn, "I need to sort this out... can we grab lunch *his voice was strained* another time?" Shawn noticed the inflection and it felt like a knife had just been stabbed into his chest. His breathing was shallow and fast, he couldn't lose Gus! Not wanting to beg for his friend, Shawn opened the car door and said is a voice awash with sadness, "Sure thing b-buddy..." He got out, shutting the door behind him. Gus opened his mouth to say something but apparently thought better of it. He backed out of the parking lot and drove off into the distance. Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Juliet and heard her answer, "Hi Shawn! How's my favorite psychic?" Shawn's voice still hadn't reached its normal point, "I-I think... Guh-Gus just dumped me as a friend Jules." Juliet heard hurt in Shawn's voice, "Shawn! Listen to me! It was a shock to me as well. I needed to adjust. Give him a couple of hours... he just needs some time to think. Trust me Shawn, no one loses someone who has been their friend for more than 20 years over this. You want to meet me for some breakfast at the station. You won't have to talk to anyone you don't want to... including you-know-who." "Lassiter." *Juliet's voice squeaks with joy* "OH SHAWN! You can say it! I'm so happy for you!" Shawn smiled. She was there for him. Shawn was sitting at Juliet O'Hara's desk when he heard a peculiar sound, "Hey! Let me go! I'm gonna be late for the concert!" The voice was so familiar... but from where? Just as Shawn turned he saw that Lassiter and a man in cuffs were walking down to the interrogation rooms. All Shawn saw of the man was the back of his head and his left arm, which was covered in tattoos, one was a dove, another was a guitar. Shawn thought, trying to place the voice and tattoos. Seconds later it struck him. "No way!" Shawn was about to get up, then he remembered he would either need to A) sneak into the interrogation room and possibly get forced out by... Lassiter, or B) try and be put on the case by the chief... but Shawn was really trying not to bother her... and her backlog of special cases. Maybe Jules could help me with this. When Juliet walked to her desk she saw Shawn bounce up from his seat and walk over to her, he had barely said anything all day. He whispered, "Jules... I know it's asking a lot, but can I go to the interrogation room and see the guy they just brought in? Please? I sense my psychic visions will help speed up the case dramatically." Juliet looked at him, he was excited, more excited than she had seen in quite a while. She reluctantly agreed and took Shawn to the interrogation viewing rooms. As they approached the two way mirrors, Shawn's heart fluttered, there was Lassiter. His chiseled jaw and bright blue eyes made Shawn shiver. He seemed to be getting angry at his detainee, who Shawn finally saw. Shawn gasped aloud, causing Juliet to jump. It was Adam Levine, the lead singer for Maroon 5, wearing a white wife-beater and a ragged pair of tight jeans that seemed to barely holding his perfect ass inside. Shawn took a beat and then began to listen... okay stare at his two favorite fantasies. Okay! I'm listening too! Damn it! Lassiter barked, "Half of your stagehands, or whatever you want to call them, have either been seriously injured, lost the use of an appendage, or, in one specific case, have lost their lives while you and your little sideshow were on tour. The person who died was crushed by an electric light during your rehearsal today. The only other people to have access to that area were you, your band members, and the master electrician for the building. How do you explain the fact that you were seen talking to the alleged victim moments before his death on that same catwalk where, ironically, the light fixture was that crushed him?" Adam looked at Detective Lassiter with some nervousness, but that was quickly masked in his swagger. Shawn caught it though, the moment of fear and hesitation. What did it mean... it seems as though Adam felt responsible but also had another reason, one that Shawn did not want being spread around the station or the community. He turned to Jules, "Is he under arrest?" "Possibly. Be careful if you talk to him Shawn, this man potentially murdered someone." Shawn nodded and said, "What would bail be posted at?" Juliet looked at him skeptically, "I need to earn his trust Jules! That's the only way we'll be able to figure out what happened. Can you talk to the Chief and Lassie to see if we can make it look as if he was bailed out by Psych. I'm pretty sure it would help the case move along... plus, Lassie really doesn't have enough to go on. He might be put in jail... but only for 5 minutes. His manager will come looking for him at any minute. Please Jules. This could let me get back into the swing of things. I also sense that this man did not murder anyone, he'd be worried about the tour being canceled and the loss of future venues." Juliet nodded and walked off to talk to the Chief. Shawn stood at the entrance to the Santa Barbara Police Station, waiting for Adam Levine to come out. Shawn was wearing a light blue shirt that made his eyes bright and a pair of shades in case he stared. He wasn't disappointed when McNabb led Adam out of the building in cuffs. McNabb said, "Psych paid for your bail Mr. Levine, you are being released into their care for the time being. Don't leave town." As the cuffs came off McNabb nodded at Shawn and walked back into the building. Adam Levine turned to Shawn and said, "Hey, were you the one who paid my bail?" Nods. "I can't thank you enough man! But why? Do I know you from somewhere?" Shawn said nothing, turning from Adam, he then motioned for Adam to follow him. The station had paid for a rental for up to two weeks to maintain a cover for Shawn, who had no car and felt that his bike would be... too intimate. Shawn unlocked the car and got in, it was a midsized sports car that had a plush leather interior, the office went all out for me, Shawn thought. As Adam climbed in the car he turned to Shawn and said, "Where are we going?" His voice was slightly uneasy. Shawn said nothing again and gunned the engine, zipping out of the police station parking lot. Shawn sped along the roads that led to the Psych office in silence, taking back alleys to make sure no one was following. This did nothing to improve Adam's nervousness. Finally Adam said in a scared voice, "What are you going to do to me?" Shawn knew that Adam was ready to tuck and roll from the car, so he hit the locks. Adam immediately started to offer Shawn money, fame, and women. Shawn had to stifle a laugh. He thought that Adam was cute when he was both helpless and afraid. Too bad, thought Shawn, he's probably both off the market AND doesn't even sell to my country. Shawn made the final turn to the shore that ran along the road where Psych was located. This sent Adam into a frenzy of "Oh god! You're going to murder me! HELP! No please don't!" Finally some useful information began to emerge, "I didn't want Nate to die! I swear! Who is paying you to do this? His parents? Oh god please! I didn't touch the stage lights! I didn't even know that he was going to be on stage! You have to believe me! He was supposed to be in the back doing microphone level checks." Adam voice was increasing in pitch and desperation. Shawn shook his head as they turned into the parking lot. Shawn motioned for Adam to follow him again, which might have been a mistake. Adam immediately leaped from the car and ran to the nearest building, ironically the psych office, which was, as always unlocked, and closed the door behind him, locking it with the knob. Shawn saw Adam searching for the phone, which Shawn had misplaced the previous day. As Shawn began to unlock the door, he heard Adam trip. He quickly unlocked the door and found the lead singer lying on the floor, tripped up by a small pile of clothes. Shawn chuckled and closed the door as Adam stood, not an evil laugh but a mocking laugh of someone who had just done something incredibly stupid. Adam stood and looked around the room, seeing the portrait of Shawn, he paled and backed away from Shawn saying, "What do you want with me?" Shawn finally piped up, "To prove you are innocent! Duh!" He then walked by Adam and plopped down in his favorite chair, grabbing his bottom desk drawer he opened it and pulled out some red vines. "Hungry?" Adam looked startled and more than a little suspicious but he took some of the candy from Shawn. "Why didn't you say anything to me on the way over?" Shawn said, "In case you were bugged. I took the fastest way here that would lose anyone tailing us with a short range listening device. We have about five minutes where no one will be listening in on our conversation." Adam suddenly looked relieved and said, "Thank god! I was afraid... when you wouldn't say anything... I didn't know if you would... or maybe you..." He faltered and made himself look busy with the red vines. "I'm a psychic Adam... is it okay to call you that?" nods, "I know some pretty important stuff about your case that the police are not privileged of knowing." Adam scoffed, "Right, a psychic. Like what for example?" Shawn laughed, this was the fun part, "You were playing the guitar during the rehearsal today, even though your drummer was not at the rehearsal and you play the drums well. *Flash to Adam's hand which bore string marks matching a guitar* You've been skimping out on meals and felt so sick that when you heard about Nate's accident you threw up the only food you had eaten all day *Flash to Adam clutching his stomach during the interrogation and his ravenous appetite for red vines* and last but not least..." His voice dropping to a whisper, so that Adam moved in close, "You did have a disagreement with Nate on the catwalk... but it was because that was the only place that was private and he wanted to confront you about a secret." Adam looked left to right and anxiety was displayed across his face like a neon sign. "You and Nate were-" "Okay! I've heard enough! You're legit! For the first time in my life I actually believe that someone is psychic. I never told anyone about Nate. *His voice gets serious* that was why we fought on the catwalk, he wanted for it to be public knowledge, didn't want to hide anymore. But then I told him that it was just physical... you know? I'm not exactly looking for anything serious... He got really mad. Threatening to go public. I told him that we could talk about it later. That's when he stormed off the set. I didn't see him until I heard the stage light crash on top of him." Adam didn't seem that troubled until he mentioned the accident. He probably had flings in every city with every person he could, thought Shawn. Shawn wasn't sure what to say to Adam. The information that the star was giving him only emphasized Lassiter's initial misgivings. Shawn knew that Adam hadn't caused Nate's death and that he was visibly worried about the outcome of the impending trial. Meanwhile, Shawn knew that Lassiter's team had probably gotten within range of the receiver Shawn had spotted in Adam's pocket. Shawn sighed and said, "You know Mr. Levine..." "Call me Adam." "...Adam, the information you shared does not help your case. In fact, to the police this gives you a motive." Adam swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Shawn sighed and said, "Now... Adam, tell me, who would have wanted to hurt Nathan." Shawn wrote quickly on a piece of paper, 'Police are in range of bugs. Be careful of what you say.' Adam looked nervous and said, "I'm not sure... Nate-ummm-Nathan was a nice guy who was always helping our other crew with anything he could. He was responsible for a bunch of different stuff for our setups. I can't think of why anyone would want to kill him. But I suspect whoever it was may have gained access to the catwalk during one of our breaks. In fact, one time Nathan accidently left the door to the catwalk unlocked during our dinner break last night. You can ask the crew if you don't believe me." His voice seemed a little too loud, as if trying to talk to the police instead of Shawn. Poor guy wants to clear his name. Shawn put his finger to his head and said, "Adam... I am sensing that you are left handed for writing and drawing, but use your right for physical activities. Correct?" Adam's jaw dropped, "Yeah! How'd you know that?" "I'm a psychic Adam... remember?" Adam nodded, "Yeah, I forgot." Shawn continued, "I'm also sensing that stage light was cut using a blade using the left hand." Not a question, *Flashes back to a file he spotted McNabb left on Lassiter's desk. "So the question is, Adam, how well can you use a knife in your left hand." Shawn grabbed a steak knife from his desk and handed it to Adam. "Adam will you try and cut those red vines with only your left hand please? I want to see your manual dexterity." Adam nodded and took to the red vines, which Shawn hand bunched together to resemble the photo of the stage light's wires from the file at the station. Adam sawed at the candy for four minutes with his left hand before the knife pierced the last vine. The cut, which was uneven and sloppy, did not match the wires from the photo which were cut cleanly and in a single quick stroke. Shawn nodded and said, "Definitely couldn't have been you." ************************************************************* Shawn was not accustomed to having Adam around him. Okay, technically Adam was released and could go about as he pleased, but Adam was convinced that a murderer was watching his every step, stalking him, as well as his constant paranoia about the police coming to drag him away. This made Shawn Adam's lifeline to staying both alive and out of prison. After the two had left the Psych office, Shawn started the engine on the car and turned to Adam. "We have two options, we can either go to your hotel room and stay the night or go to my apartment, which only has the one bed, but I have no problem with the couch... I have my most prominent visions there... sometimes." Adam laughed and said, "Hmmmm, Five star hotel or some underpaid psychic's apartment-" "What makes you think I'm underpaid?" "I saw you clothes laying strew about the office." "Pshhhh... whatever, that's Gus' laundry. But fine. We'll stay at the hotel suite." Adam smiled as if he was trying to hold back laughter. Shawn sighed and made his way to the hotel that was near the concert hall. As Adam left the car with the valet, he turned to Adam and said, "You head to the room... I'll catch up. Gotta make a call to someone." Adam looked nervous, "Who?" "Just a friend. He's gonna make sure we have a meal prepped for tomorrow that will be both safe and freaking awesome." Adam hesitated but Shawn urged him up the steps. Turning his back to the hotel he waited a full two minutes before calling O'Hara. "I saw you and Lassie tailing us. He's innocent. He doesn't have enough hand strength to pull of cutting the wires in a timely fashion... someone would have seen him. There are other factors that prove his innocence but most of them are not... of this plane. So you guys can go home for tonight... I'll make sure Mr. Levine stays in his room for the whole night and you'll both get a call as soon as he wants to leave. Okay?" Juliet agreed and relayed the information to Lassiter. Shawn saw Lassiter's car speed by and Shawn breathed a sigh of relief. He had been holding his breath the whole time he was on the phone, trying not to acknowledge Lassiter's existence. Shawn was sure it would only lead to heartbreak if he got emotional over Lassiter, best to bury those feelings in the deepest, darkest corners of his heart. As Shawn entered the room, he had another key made, he immediately detected the smell of alcohol. He's handling the death and police pressure well, great. Thought Shawn sarcastically. Adam Levine stepped out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What's up, Shawn? You want some Jack?" Shawn shook his head and said, "I am NOT cleaning up after you." Adam walked, unevenly, forward. He had a swagger to him that just screamed, 'I'm the baddest! You mess with me and I'll fuck you up!' Shawn felt a small twinge in his pants as he noticed the swagger, but also that the towel was slowly heading south for the winter. Shawn turned away and said, "You ready to resume our discussion about Nathan tomorrow?" Anything to make the Brown-haired, blue-eyed god get distracted. "Whatever." He moved in close to Shawn and put his hand on Shawn's shoulder, "You want to...?" He let the question hang there. Shawn was tempted. He knew that him getting Lassiter was probably a dead end. This was a sure thing. But that damned part of him kept saying, what about Lassie? How would he feel? And remember that this guy only wants someone as a plaything when he rolls into town. No long term commitment, no honesty, and above all no way to share this with anyone, who would believe you anyway? As Shawn thought about this, Adam draped his arms around Shawn and leaned in close. This was definitely making thinking... among other things, very, very HARD... for Shawn. Adam leaned in for the kiss and Shawn was taken aback. The star's mouth was firm and his jaw moved determinedly, trying to dominate Shawn. Shawn smelled and tasted a faint hint of Jack Daniel's on Adam's lips, it was almost nothing compared to how much was gone from the bottle. Maybe he didn't drink as much as I thought. Shawn started to move his head away from Adam but was met with Adam's teeth gently biting the bottom of Shawn's lip. The voice in Shawn's head was quickly being replaced with a new carnal hunger that Shawn didn't realize he possessed. As Adam released his lip Shawn was paralyzed from fear, arousal, and... guilt. How could he cheat on Lassie? Sure, they weren't together, but still! Shawn moved back from Adam and looked at the man standing before him. The towel had completely come off and Adam was standing naked before him. His toned muscles glistening with sweat and water from his shower. His eyes were unfocused and dark with lust. Shawn said, "Adam... I don't-" -know what to say? Thought Shawn's reasoning side, -want to do this? -know you that well? I want someone else? All sounded completely pathetic. Adam's eyes refocused and he looked at Shawn with disappointment, "Oh. You don't... go that way huh?" Shawn said, "I need a couple of minutes. Let me just think for three minutes... exactly... we'll talk then, okay?" Adam nodded and quickly sat down in a chair, using the towel to cover his extremities. As Shawn shut the bathroom door behind him, he whipped out his cell phone and dialed Juliet. "Are you alone?" "yes... what's going-?" Shawn interrupted, "Jules... a bond of secrecy right now. This does not leave our lips to anyone else, okay?" "As long as it isn't criminal-" "No Jules! He kissed me!" "Who-?" "Adam! He kissed me and I really liked it! But what the hell am I supposed to do? He only wants a booty call... no sharing with anyone, well except you... and you're a secret. But I feel guilty! Like I'm cheating on Lassiter. *groaning in dismay* Jules! What can I do?" "Where is he now?" "In the hotel suite... I'm in the bathroom. Said I needed three minutes to think it over." "*rising inflection* Shawn?" "Yeah Jules?" "You aren't dating anyone now! And if you liked what you felt... you owe it to yourself to explore. Lassiter may or may not be what you are looking for, you deserve to be happy! Don't do anything you don't want to do. Ultimately Shawn, it's your call. I can't convince you not to feel guilty if you go through with this... but remember that Lassiter and you are not an item at the moment. You cannot be bound to a monogamous relationship if you are the only one in it! Think about this, it is, again, your choice. No matter what you choose, I will be here tomorrow if you need to talk." She then hung up the phone. Opening the door to the suite slowly, Shawn was still not sure what to do. He thought about the eventuality of either Lassiter and him being together, what would this moment mean for them? Or if Lassiter felt that he didn't reciprocate the feelings Shawn felt coursing through him whenever he saw Lassiter. Would this moment come up? Would Lassiter care? Would Lassie think Shawn was just looking for quick sex? Or would Lassiter understand the confusion, the magnetism, the hunger? Finally Shawn decided to do the stupidest thing, okay smartest thing, and put the moment on hold. He walked over to Adam, who was still sitting, head facing the floor, and put his hands on his shoulder. Adam looked up hopefully, Shawn smiled at him and said, "Adam... I really like you, a lot. There are two issues, one is that I have feelings for someone else, who may or may not be interested. I would like to know before anything happens between *pointing at himself and Adam* us. Also I want to make sure that this isn't just some excuse for you to get what you want because I'm the only one here. We can talk, we can kiss, but for now, let's keep it light until we know each other a little better, does that sound reasonable?" Adam took a moment and said, "Can I still be naked?" He was smiling and his hand was on the towel. He stood and moved in very close to Shawn, so that their lips were centimeters apart. Shawn remembered what he had done with Juliet in a similar instance, pursing his lips in a semi-kissing, semi-thinking way, he said, "Hmmmmmm... I don't know. Restraint doesn't seem to be in your repertoire. Have you ever been delayed gratification for anything?" Adam leaned in and kissed him, "Not until now... but you, just like my audience, will get a show." Adam moved back from Shawn and made his way to the king sized bed, beckoning Shawn with a finger. Shawn moved slowly towards him and watched transfixed as Adam began to rub his right hand up and down the towel along his groin, which was grinding into his hand. Adam then hooked his thumbs on the towel and tantalizingly began to lower the towel, stopping just shy of his member. Shawn stared at the singer, spellbound. Laying back on the bed, Adam Levine slid the towel off his body, letting the fabric rub against his member, which had been outlined on the white cloth. Shawn was now feeling the effects of the tease as his own dick began to throb and swell. As the towel fell off his hips, the singer moved his hands down to cover his cock, which was becoming difficult as it had grown to an unmanageable size. Shawn took another step forward, nearly drooling at the sight of Adam Levine laid back and rubbing his own cock. What I wouldn't give to... STOP IT! Screamed Shawn's brain, he's using sex to confuse you! He's played this game before! Stay strong. Apparently the wrong part of Shawn's body heard the last bit as Adam languidly jerked his own member. It had continued to grow and grow, which made Shawn start to make a wet spot in the front of his pants. Soooo... oh god, Shawn could barely think. As the star began to speed his motions, Shawn noticed that he had to be nearly ten inches of solid steel. Shawn knew that with Lassie he would almost always want for Lassie to take the lead, but with Adam, he wanted to be in charge and wanted to take that beautiful ass. Seeing Adam in front of him, Shawn wanted nothing more than to take both 'give and take' as much as he wanted. But this was just a show, no sex yet, Shawn promised himself. Adam had began to groan with pleasure and Shawn moved in closer, trying to burn every detail into his memory. When Shawn was at the edge of the bed, Adam's eyes opened and he looked directly at Shawn while his hand moved skillfully up and down his hard shaft. Shawn felt his cock rub hard against his pants, desperately wanting release. The friction was causing Shawn's cock some pleasure and some pain, as it strained against the fabric. Shawn could feel a slight tingling in his stomach as if the orgasm that was being denied was ready to go off at a moment's notice. Adam's groans and grunts were music to Shawn's ears and before long Adam said, "I'm getting close Shawn." Shawn's breath was shallow and quick, he wanted to do anything that would give the singer added pleasure. Adam paused for a second and his chest moved up and down in heavy breathing. His neck was red with the flush that was the orgasm that was building in him. Adam leaned back and began to move his hand against his cock. Shawn heard Adam's breathing catch with each thrust of his cock into his hand. Finally Shawn couldn't stand it anymore, kneeling down in front of Adam he firmly grasped the singer's member. Adam's hips bucked wildly and he gasped from the strong grip. Shawn hadn't moved his hand much when Adam gave a long, deep groan, "Shawwwnnnn... oh god..." The singer cock erupted and sperm flew in every direction like a fountain. The pressure from his pants and the sight before him was too much and Shawn felt his own cock swell in his pants. Shawn quickly shoved his pants down and let his own come land in front of the bed. He was sure that Adam was still coming down as he put his own dick back in his pants. But Shawn wanted to have some fun, still holding Adam's cock, Shawn began to run his hands along the length of the shaft and then used his fingertips to tease the tip. The singer's reaction was electric, he sat up and twitched at the touch. Shawn continued to rub the tip, increasing the area by encircling the tip with his whole hand. Adam body shook and his cock jerked as the psychic's hand tormented his cock. Adam finally stuttered, "S-Sh-Shawn... n-n-no m-m-more p-p-p-please." His eyes were watering and Shawn released the singer's swollen member. "It felt so good... but so intense." Adam reached for words to describe the sensation. Shawn smiled and said, "Adam... thanks." "You're thanking me?" His voice was incredulous and he pointed at his slowly deflating cock, "I'm pretty sure no one has ever made me come so hard in my life! I can barely think right now... *his face gets serious* I wanted to say-" "It's fine Adam." Shawn interrupted, "We can talk about it tomorrow... for now, we need to get some sleep or we'll never get to the stage in time for your rehearsal." Adam sighed and smiled at Shawn, "Will you at least sleep in the bed with me? It's a King-size... we might not even know we're in the same bed." Shawn smiled and said, "I think it's best if we had separate arrangements." Shawn stood and made his way to the couch, Adam made a fake sad face and said, "Spoilsport." Shawn chuckled at Adam and turned off the light, using the pillow and blanket he had grabbed from the bed as his bedding. "Shawn?" came Adam's voice from the giant bed. "Yeah Adam?" "Thank you." Shawn smiled as he fell into a peaceful, dreamless night's sleep. ************************************************************** MANY A/Notes this time A/N - Have a netbook now! (netbook=cheap laptop) Hopefully more chapters coming soon! This definitely counts as two chapters! - I hope the comment number wasn't daunting for the last chapter... it seemed like a good idea at the time. (Whatever) No comment number for this chapter. I just wanted to see if you guys would be willing to humor me. (which you did very nicely and quickly too!) - 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. (get it?) - This chapter did not undergo my usual rigorous methods of revision/review... so there are probably quite a few errors. I'm too tired to check (3:00am and I have NO A/C in 100 degree weather) so please be take that into consideration. REMINDER: I just wanted to let you know that I have two other stories on nifty. "Merlin" and "Chuck" so if you enjoy this story feel free to read the other two (also in celeb. section). I appreciate and greatly enjoy comments (the good, the bad, and the ugly) so please, even if you hated this story or want to say hey, shoot me an email. I am completely chill and confidential. Your comments let me know that there are people reading the story and inspire me to write more. Even if you just want to correct something, I don't mind at all. By the way my stories usually don't start with sex... I gotta keep the story flowing. But expect some more sex in future chapters. Oh and if you haven't watched Psych... I'd suggest it. Or just look up James Roday. *drools*