Shawn Walked Out of a Bank, pt. 2/2
Title: Shawn Walked Out of A Bank, pt. 2/2
Rating: NC-17 for this bit
Characters: Shawn/Carlton, established
Word Count: approx. 1,200 (2,500 total)
Warnings: Bad words. Men in bed doing naughty things. Smutty von smut smut.
Summary: 3x08 Episode Tag. Carlton feels the need to clear a few things up.
Disclaimer: Don't own, etc.
Author's Note: As promised, here's the smutty second part. I'm still new to the sex writin'...which is probably why I decided to split this up: so if this part really sucks, at least the first part was cute. I'm not 100% happy with it...but if I don't post it I'll just nitpick it (I tend to be my own worst enemy). Please be kind rewind.
First part here
Previously...
“Now, can we go to sleep? I almost died today: I’m tired!” Carlton punched Shawn’s shoulder. “OW!”
“Just a love tap,” Carlton said with a smirk.
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Carlton saw Shawn grin before he slid over to straddle him. Shawn leaned down and they kissed for a long moment. His tongue swiped along Carlton’s lower lip before pressing into his mouth gently. Carlton gripped the back of Shawn’s head to pull him closer.
“Please don’t joke about it,” Carlton whispered when they paused for breath. He closed his eyes as Shawn touched their foreheads together, the rest of their bodies already touching.
“I’m sorry,” Shawn whispered sincerely. Carlton kissed him and, in one fluid movement, hooked a leg around him to flip their positions. Shawn gave a little “Oomph!” of surprise, but didn’t break the kiss. Carlton shifted slightly and could feel Shawn was already half-hard against him. He reached between them to grope Shawn’s cock. Shawn groaned as Carlton kissed his throat, finding the spot just below his Adam’s apple.
“Okay; maybe I like you a little right now,” Shawn panted as Carlton helped him grow harder. Carlton chuckled and moved back to kiss Shawn on the lips.
“Just a little?” he whispered with a twist of his wrist. Shawn groaned again and Carlton felt short fingernails press into his arms.
“Jesus Lassie!” Carlton grinned as he went back to sucking lightly on Shawn’s neck. His own erection was hardening, growing thick against Shawn’s thigh. He moaned into Shawn’s skin as the other man gripped the erection. Their lips met for a long moment as their hands slowly pulled and teased. Carlton broke the kiss with a curse as Shawn’s other hand moved to play with his balls. Shawn grinned wickedly up at him.
“You’re evil,” Carlton whispered fondly before he kissed him again.
Shawn whimpered when Carlton sat back a moment later. Carlton smirked down at him before leaning over to the bedside table. Shawn’s frown turned into another grin when he heard Carlton flip open the cap to the lube. Shawn pushed himself up a bit, leaning back against the headboard. Carlton coated his fingers with a fair amount, the scent of coconut something he now irreversibly associated with sex and Shawn.
Carlton closed his eyes with a happy sigh as he pressed his index finger into his own ass. He felt Shawn’s hand slide along his thigh and he looked down to watch as Shawn stroked his own erection.
“I love it when you do that,” Shawn said huskily, watching intently as Carlton fingered himself. Carlton smirked and added a second finger. Shawn groaned and Carlton caught another whiff of coconut as Shawn snagged the bottle. Carlton wet his lips as he could see Shawn rub the lube thoroughly along his shaft.
“I don’t exactly hate it when you do that,” Carlton grunted.
Both men grinned and Carlton leaned forward to kiss Shawn. He let Shawn pull his hand away, bracing it on his shoulder as he shifted forward a bit. He moaned into Shawn’s mouth as he felt another set of fingers tease him. He forced himself to relax as he felt the head of Shawn’s cock at his hole. Shawn always hesitated; always sought permission. Carlton forced his eyes open and made eye contact with the other man as he forced his ass down. They groaned into each other’s mouths and Carlton closed his eyes again for a second.
Shawn’s lips left his to kiss along his jaw, giving Carlton time to adjust. “God you feel amazing,” Carlton whispered. Shawn sucked lightly on Carlton’s left earlobe.
“Mmm Lassie. You’re better than sheets straight from the dryer,” Shawn murmured. Carlton leaned back a little, trying desperately not to be distracted by just how much potential that angle had.
“Did you just compare me to laundry?” he asked, incredulous. He groaned, his head falling to Shawn’s shoulder as Shawn ran a finger lightly over his cock.
“My favorite kind of laundry,” Shawn explained as he kissed Carlton’s neck and the single finger turned to two. “Warm and comfortable.” He removed his fingers to lift Carlton’s chin. “Feels like happiness and home.” Carlton’s already thudding heart picked up a beat as they kissed.
Carlton moved first, fully exploring the angle he’d discovered a moment before. Shawn cursed under his breath as his hands dropped to Carlton’s hips, his head falling back against the headboard. The rhythm was awkward at first, neither man quite used to the position, but a minute later Shawn's hips thrust upward just as Carlton shifted slightly backward and Carlton gasped, eyes going wide. Shawn sat up further, arms wrapping around Carlton as they repeated the movement.
“Fuck,” Carlton growled. Shawn grinned against his mouth as he reached between them to circle a hand around Carlton’s dick.
“Trying to babe,” the younger man panted. Carlton’s vision blurred as Shawn somehow found the leverage to thrust deeper. A few more pushes from Shawn and Carlton came with a cry, muffled against Shawn’s neck. Shawn palmed him through the orgasm, keeping him steady as his hips moved upward again and again. Carlton felt Shawn press his face into his shoulder as he came as well. They both sat still, panting and shaking slightly.
“Damn Carly,” Shawn gasped after a minute. Blindly, the men kissed along skin and stubble until they found each other’s lips. After a long moment of oral exploration, Carlton slid off Shawn’s lap. His ass was going to ache in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care.
“Shower?” Shawn murmured into his mouth.
“Mmm…in a minute.” Shawn chuckled softly.
“You’ll be all fussy if you wake up a mess,” he pointed out. Carlton sighed and opened his eyes to stare at Shawn in the gloom.
“I don’t always dislike you,” he whispered, needing to say it. Shawn ran a hand lightly along Carlton’s chest, fingers playing in the short hair there.
“I know,” he promised with a gentle kiss. “Sometimes I like you too.” Carlton smiled lazily as he took hold of Shawn’s hand.
“Spencer,” Shawn raised an eyebrow as he met his lover’s eyes in the dark. “You ever knowingly walk into a hostage situation again…what just happened? Not happening again.” Shawn squeezed Carlton’s hand to let him know he understood the seriousness of the conversation before he spoke.
“No more laundry?” he whispered, mouth creeping closer toward Carlton’s. He could feel the older man suppress a smile.
“More like…clothes you forgot to take out of the washer for a couple of days.” Shawn couldn’t help but laugh. Carlton’s humor always managed to surprise him.
“Understood.” Carlton kissed him lightly before sliding to the edge of the bed, tugging Shawn with him.
“Good.”
“But Carlton.” The detective was tugged back as Shawn stood his ground, still holding onto his hand. He looked at Shawn in confusion. “Ditto.” Carlton hesitated a moment before leaning in to kiss Shawn.
Neither man made promises, but neither man expected them. Sometimes it was enough just to know the concern was there.
Shawn groaned as he stepped into the shower.
“What?” Carlton asked in concern as he stepped in after.
“Not you too!” Shawn moaned, holding up a loofah. Carlton’s eyes narrowed as the line of his mouth tightened .
“Shawn, you brought that over.” Shawn looked at it a moment before shrugging and tossing it over his shoulder.
“Just checking,” he said with a grin. Carlton rolled his eyes but Shawn saw the smile on his lips as his back was pressed against the warming tile.
“Well I won’t object if you want to rub me down later…”
/end
Rating: NC-17 for this bit
Characters: Shawn/Carlton, established
Word Count: approx. 1,200 (2,500 total)
Warnings: Bad words. Men in bed doing naughty things. Smutty von smut smut.
Summary: 3x08 Episode Tag. Carlton feels the need to clear a few things up.
Disclaimer: Don't own, etc.
Author's Note: As promised, here's the smutty second part. I'm still new to the sex writin'...which is probably why I decided to split this up: so if this part really sucks, at least the first part was cute. I'm not 100% happy with it...but if I don't post it I'll just nitpick it (I tend to be my own worst enemy). Please be kind rewind.
First part here
Previously...
“Now, can we go to sleep? I almost died today: I’m tired!” Carlton punched Shawn’s shoulder. “OW!”
“Just a love tap,” Carlton said with a smirk.
-----------------------------
Carlton saw Shawn grin before he slid over to straddle him. Shawn leaned down and they kissed for a long moment. His tongue swiped along Carlton’s lower lip before pressing into his mouth gently. Carlton gripped the back of Shawn’s head to pull him closer.
“Please don’t joke about it,” Carlton whispered when they paused for breath. He closed his eyes as Shawn touched their foreheads together, the rest of their bodies already touching.
“I’m sorry,” Shawn whispered sincerely. Carlton kissed him and, in one fluid movement, hooked a leg around him to flip their positions. Shawn gave a little “Oomph!” of surprise, but didn’t break the kiss. Carlton shifted slightly and could feel Shawn was already half-hard against him. He reached between them to grope Shawn’s cock. Shawn groaned as Carlton kissed his throat, finding the spot just below his Adam’s apple.
“Okay; maybe I like you a little right now,” Shawn panted as Carlton helped him grow harder. Carlton chuckled and moved back to kiss Shawn on the lips.
“Just a little?” he whispered with a twist of his wrist. Shawn groaned again and Carlton felt short fingernails press into his arms.
“Jesus Lassie!” Carlton grinned as he went back to sucking lightly on Shawn’s neck. His own erection was hardening, growing thick against Shawn’s thigh. He moaned into Shawn’s skin as the other man gripped the erection. Their lips met for a long moment as their hands slowly pulled and teased. Carlton broke the kiss with a curse as Shawn’s other hand moved to play with his balls. Shawn grinned wickedly up at him.
“You’re evil,” Carlton whispered fondly before he kissed him again.
Shawn whimpered when Carlton sat back a moment later. Carlton smirked down at him before leaning over to the bedside table. Shawn’s frown turned into another grin when he heard Carlton flip open the cap to the lube. Shawn pushed himself up a bit, leaning back against the headboard. Carlton coated his fingers with a fair amount, the scent of coconut something he now irreversibly associated with sex and Shawn.
Carlton closed his eyes with a happy sigh as he pressed his index finger into his own ass. He felt Shawn’s hand slide along his thigh and he looked down to watch as Shawn stroked his own erection.
“I love it when you do that,” Shawn said huskily, watching intently as Carlton fingered himself. Carlton smirked and added a second finger. Shawn groaned and Carlton caught another whiff of coconut as Shawn snagged the bottle. Carlton wet his lips as he could see Shawn rub the lube thoroughly along his shaft.
“I don’t exactly hate it when you do that,” Carlton grunted.
Both men grinned and Carlton leaned forward to kiss Shawn. He let Shawn pull his hand away, bracing it on his shoulder as he shifted forward a bit. He moaned into Shawn’s mouth as he felt another set of fingers tease him. He forced himself to relax as he felt the head of Shawn’s cock at his hole. Shawn always hesitated; always sought permission. Carlton forced his eyes open and made eye contact with the other man as he forced his ass down. They groaned into each other’s mouths and Carlton closed his eyes again for a second.
Shawn’s lips left his to kiss along his jaw, giving Carlton time to adjust. “God you feel amazing,” Carlton whispered. Shawn sucked lightly on Carlton’s left earlobe.
“Mmm Lassie. You’re better than sheets straight from the dryer,” Shawn murmured. Carlton leaned back a little, trying desperately not to be distracted by just how much potential that angle had.
“Did you just compare me to laundry?” he asked, incredulous. He groaned, his head falling to Shawn’s shoulder as Shawn ran a finger lightly over his cock.
“My favorite kind of laundry,” Shawn explained as he kissed Carlton’s neck and the single finger turned to two. “Warm and comfortable.” He removed his fingers to lift Carlton’s chin. “Feels like happiness and home.” Carlton’s already thudding heart picked up a beat as they kissed.
Carlton moved first, fully exploring the angle he’d discovered a moment before. Shawn cursed under his breath as his hands dropped to Carlton’s hips, his head falling back against the headboard. The rhythm was awkward at first, neither man quite used to the position, but a minute later Shawn's hips thrust upward just as Carlton shifted slightly backward and Carlton gasped, eyes going wide. Shawn sat up further, arms wrapping around Carlton as they repeated the movement.
“Fuck,” Carlton growled. Shawn grinned against his mouth as he reached between them to circle a hand around Carlton’s dick.
“Trying to babe,” the younger man panted. Carlton’s vision blurred as Shawn somehow found the leverage to thrust deeper. A few more pushes from Shawn and Carlton came with a cry, muffled against Shawn’s neck. Shawn palmed him through the orgasm, keeping him steady as his hips moved upward again and again. Carlton felt Shawn press his face into his shoulder as he came as well. They both sat still, panting and shaking slightly.
“Damn Carly,” Shawn gasped after a minute. Blindly, the men kissed along skin and stubble until they found each other’s lips. After a long moment of oral exploration, Carlton slid off Shawn’s lap. His ass was going to ache in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to really care.
“Shower?” Shawn murmured into his mouth.
“Mmm…in a minute.” Shawn chuckled softly.
“You’ll be all fussy if you wake up a mess,” he pointed out. Carlton sighed and opened his eyes to stare at Shawn in the gloom.
“I don’t always dislike you,” he whispered, needing to say it. Shawn ran a hand lightly along Carlton’s chest, fingers playing in the short hair there.
“I know,” he promised with a gentle kiss. “Sometimes I like you too.” Carlton smiled lazily as he took hold of Shawn’s hand.
“Spencer,” Shawn raised an eyebrow as he met his lover’s eyes in the dark. “You ever knowingly walk into a hostage situation again…what just happened? Not happening again.” Shawn squeezed Carlton’s hand to let him know he understood the seriousness of the conversation before he spoke.
“No more laundry?” he whispered, mouth creeping closer toward Carlton’s. He could feel the older man suppress a smile.
“More like…clothes you forgot to take out of the washer for a couple of days.” Shawn couldn’t help but laugh. Carlton’s humor always managed to surprise him.
“Understood.” Carlton kissed him lightly before sliding to the edge of the bed, tugging Shawn with him.
“Good.”
“But Carlton.” The detective was tugged back as Shawn stood his ground, still holding onto his hand. He looked at Shawn in confusion. “Ditto.” Carlton hesitated a moment before leaning in to kiss Shawn.
Neither man made promises, but neither man expected them. Sometimes it was enough just to know the concern was there.
Shawn groaned as he stepped into the shower.
“What?” Carlton asked in concern as he stepped in after.
“Not you too!” Shawn moaned, holding up a loofah. Carlton’s eyes narrowed as the line of his mouth tightened .
“Shawn, you brought that over.” Shawn looked at it a moment before shrugging and tossing it over his shoulder.
“Just checking,” he said with a grin. Carlton rolled his eyes but Shawn saw the smile on his lips as his back was pressed against the warming tile.
“Well I won’t object if you want to rub me down later…”
/end