Sorry this took so long. Got a promotion at work and life has been pretty hectic the last few weeks. But here it is, finally, the last chapter. I hope this was worth the wait and please, enjoy.

Shawn tried to calm his nerves as he led Lassiter up to his apartment. He'd had guys over before so he shouldn't be freaking out this much. Of course, none of those guys carried a gun (well, except for one but it was loaded with peach schnapps so it didn't really count). None of the other guys had ever threatened to arrest him either (though handcuffs had been used a number of times).

He shook his head, trying not to get distracted by thoughts of Lassiter cuffing him to the headboard (and fucking his brains out) and concentrated on making it up the stairs. He could feel the detective following closely behind him, just as eager to get there as he was.

He fumbled with his keys when he reached his door, anticipation making his hands shake. He huffed in annoyance and glared at Lassiter when the man chuckled. "This would be easier without you hovering over me."

Instead of giving him space, Lassiter moved closer. "If you don't want to put on a show in the hallway, you better get that door open now."

Shawn swallowed hard. He would have dropped the keys and let Lassiter fuck him right there if he thought the man was serious (he had a bit of a thing for public sex). Instead, he took a deep breath and grabbed his keys in both hands to steady them. He finally got the door unlocked and stepped inside.

Seconds after they entered his apartment, Shawn found himself shoved against the wall, Lassiter eagerly devouring his lips. The detective's tongue thoroughly explored his mouth as his hands slipped under Shawn's shirt. He moaned, reaching out to tug at Lassiter's clothes. There were way too many layers between them. He wanted them pressed skin to skin, with nothing in the way so he could explore the hot, studly cop in front of him.

He got distracted as Lassiter's lips moved to his neck and started sucking up what was sure to be an impressive hickey. His cock, which had been half hard since their kiss outside, was now pressing painful against his zipper, making him regret going commando. He wouldn't be surprised if the impression from the metal wound up permanently etched on his dick. He could feel Lassiter's own hard cock pressing against his thigh. He grabbed the detective's hips, lining them up and grinding against him.

They both moaned loudly, Lassiter's hands moving to his own hips to help keep them move. "Bedroom?" the detective asked roughly.

Shawn nodded his head down the hallway. "That way."

Lassiter suddenly pulled away and gave Shawn a shove. "Move." He kept close on Shawn's heels as they walked down the hallway, only pulling back once they entered the bedroom. "Strip."

"One word orders. How very caveman of you," Shawn taunted even as he struggled to get his shirt off. His fingers would not cooperate with the buttons and he finally just tugged the whole thing over his head, ignoring the button that went flying across the room. He started working on his jeans as he glanced over at Lassiter and immediately froze.

The detective had removed his jacket and holster and had unbuttoned half his shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of chest hair. His own pants forgotten, he stumbled across the room and reached for the shirt, determined to bare more of that firm, hairy chest.

His hands were slapped away. "You're still half dressed."

Shawn pouted. "But I want to help." Seeing the detective had the shirt well in hand, he reached for his pants.

Again his hands were pushed away. "What part of strip didn't you understand?" Lassiter asked, narrowing his eyes.

Lassiter annoyed or angry had always been hot, but Lassiter annoyed or angry in his bedroom was a whole other thing. Unable to resist the temptation to push Lassiter, he reached for his pants again.

He suddenly found himself on his back on the bed with Lassiter looming over him. He shivered. So incredibly hot. "I should cuff you here until you learn to behave," Lassiter growled.

Shawn nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."

Lassiter shook his head. "You haven't earned it."

Shawn wanted to ask what he could do to earn such a right but was immediately sidetracked when Lassiter tugged on his jeans. "Lift up." Shawn quickly lifted his hips, letting Lassiter pull of his jeans off. Now lying completely naked on his bed, he stroked his cock and smiled coyly up at the detective. "Like what you see?"

Lassiter gave a predatory grin. "Very nice." The detective climbed on top of Shawn, taking his mouth in another demanding kiss as he lowered his body against him.

Shawn hissed as the fabric of Lassiter's pants rubbed against his aching cock. "You really need to take these off," he said, trying to get a hand between them.

Lassiter knocked his hand away. "Not yet." He moved down Shawn's body until his face was even with Shawn's cock. Shawn held his breath as Lassiter studied him before slowly licking a strip up his length. Lassiter's tongue circled the tip, tapping gently against the sensitive spot under the head, before he took Shawn's cock into his mouth.

Shawn cried out, his hands curling in Lassiter's hair. He didn't try to guide the detective, merely hanging on as that surprisingly talented mouth tormented him. He tried to keep still, but as Lassiter took him deeper he couldn't help moving his hips a little. He mentally berated himself when Lassiter pulled away.

He was expecting to be yelled at again, so he was surprised at the hooded, lustfilled gaze turned on him. "Condoms? Lube?"

Shawn blinked, his sex addled brain taking several moments to process the words. He waved a hand to the left. "Top drawer."

Lassiter nodded. "Roll over."

Shawn wiggled over on the bed, trying to get comfortable as Lassiter grabbed the supplies. He tossed them on the bed next to Shawn then stepped behind him. Shawn twisted to watch him, eager to see Lassiter in his full naked glory.

A slap on his ass made him stop. He jumped, biting back a groan. "Eyes forward Spencer."

"But I want to see," Shawn complained.

"If you don't get up on your hands and knees and keep your eyes forward, this ends now," Lassiter threatened.

Shawn almost turned his head to give Lassiter an incredulous look but stopped himself just in time. "Seriously? You would just walk out?"

"I'm waiting."

Not wanting to miss out on finally having sex with Lassiter, he got on his hands and knees and dutifully kept his eyes forward. He heard the jingle of a belt and the slide of fabric, indicating that Lassiter was now fully naked behind him. The temptation to look was almost overwhelming but he wasn't going to chance Lassiter actually leaving. He let out a deep breath, shifting restlessly on the bed as he felt Lassiter climb on behind him.

He heard the snap from the tube of lube opening seconds before two fingers were roughly shoved into him. He yelped, more from the cold temperature of the lube than any discomfort from being opened so rudely. "A little warning would have been nice," he complained.

"You can take it," Lassiter said unconcernedly. The detective's fingers quickly spread the lube and stretched him, sending fissures of pleasure through Shawn. A third finger caused a hiss of pain at first before his body relaxed again and submitted to Lassiter's ministrations.

Lassiter's free hand smoothed over his back. "You don't know how many times I've imagined you like this, bent over, waiting to be used. Waiting for me to take what I want." Lassiter's fingers pulled away and Shawn couldn't help but whimper at the loss. He spread his legs and wiggled his hips as he heard the rip of the condom. "I always knew you were a slut," Lassiter said as he positioned himself at Shawn's entrance.

Shawn groaned as Lassiter pushed inside, any protest forced out of his mind as the detective's cock spread him wide. Sweet Baby Jay, where the hell had Lassiter been hiding this? He knew the detective was well hung from frequent groping during visions but he had seriously underestimated just how huge Lassiter was. He panted hard, trying to relax as the thick cock moved deeper inside him.

"Damn you're tight," Lassiter muttered.

Shawn huffed. "You're big."

"And only halfway in," Lassiter said, pushing forward more firmly.

"Half?!" Shawn squeaked. He already felt full to bursting; he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He spread his legs some more, groaning deeply as Lassiter slowly slid the rest of his gargantuan cock inside him.

"Still think the guns are compensating for something?" Lassiter asked.

Shawn was deeply regretting making that comment earlier in the week. He never would had said it had known about the monster the detective had been packing in his pants. "Only if you know how to use it," he said, unable to avoid the taunt even in the precarious position he was in.

Lassiter chuckled darkly and leaned over to growl in his ear. "You have no idea."

Shawn's breath whooshed out with a squeak as Lassiter roughly pulled out and slammed back into him. With barely a pause the detective did it again, and again, setting up a punishing rhythm as he pounded into Shawn's body.

Shawn fisted the sheets, whimpering with each thrust. Lassiter hadn't given him enough time to adjust to his impressive girth and each shove forward stretched him painfully. Yet there was pleasure there as well, the mix of the two short circuiting his brain. As his muscles finally started to relax and the pleasure won out, he found himself pushing back to meet every one of Lassiter's harsh thrusts.

"No comments? No pithy remarks?" Lassiter chuckled, the odd vibration causing Shawn to shiver. "I expected more talking during sex."

Shawn shook his head. "Too much," he gasped out.

Lassiter slowed. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Shawn shouted frantically, pushing back and squeezing down hard on Lassiter's cock to encourage him to continue.

Lassiter groaned and his hands tightened on Shawn's hips. "Good, because I don't plan to." He started thrusting again, somehow even harder and faster than before.

Shawn had no breath left to respond, so he lowered his upper body to the bed (not that his arms could hold him up that much longer anyway). The new angle allowed Lassiter to penetrate deeper and had the added pleasure of Lassiter's cock rubbing firmly against his prostate. He could feel his orgasm quickly growing and snaked one hand down to grab his own cock.

Lassiter grabbed him by the wrist. "No."

Shawn whimpered. "Lassie."

"Not until I say so." Lassiter let out a growl as he grabbed Shawn's other wrist as it headed towards his cock. He pressed Shawn's hands firmly into the bed at his sides and leaned over him, his hips still moving in that forceful, wonderful rhythm. "You come when I feel you deserve it."

Shawn squeezed his eyes shut as the pleasure continued to grow. Would Lassiter punish him if he came early? Probably. Did he care? Surprisingly, yes. He had played domination games before, but Lassiter took things to a whole new level. He would hold on as long as he could, though he suspected that wouldn't be much longer.

Lassiter's hands gripped his hips hard as he adjusted the angle of his thrusts. Now each one smacked dead center into Shawn's prostate. He let out a whimpering groan, not sure how much more he could take. The detective was not playing fair. "Lassie, please."

"Not yet," the detective panted. He could feel the shift in Lassiter's thrusts as the detective headed for his own release. "When I say."

"I can't," Shawn whined. His hands were free now but he gripped the sheets tightly instead of giving himself relief. He wouldn't touch but the pressure was building up quickly enough he was going to come from Lassiter's cock alone if the detective didn't stop.

He prayed he wouldn't stop.

His whole body tensed as he neared his release and Lassiter must have sensed he couldn't hold back any longer. The detective grabbed his cock, stroking twice before he came. His whole body convulsed, clamping down hard enough on Lassiter's cock the detective had to stop moving. He cried out as his cock spurted, soaking the sheets underneath him in his cum. It went on forever, the world blanking out except for Lassiter pressed against him, his hard cock in his ass and his hand milking Shawn's cock of every last drop. He gave a shuddering gasp when it was finally over, his body slumping limply to the bed.

Lassiter pulled out of him and shoved Shawn until he somehow managed to roll over. He shook his head as Lassiter lifted his legs and groaned when the detective slid back inside him. "No more Lassie," he protested.

Lassiter started thrusting, less forcefully than before but no less deep. "You can take it. You always take all the crap I dish out and keep coming back for more. You're not going to stop now."

Shawn whimpered, his over-sensitive nerves sending a mix of pain and pleasure flooding through him. It was almost too much to take but he was determined to hang on until Lassiter finished. He hitched his hips up, giving Lassiter a better angle.

Lassiter's hands dug into his flesh as he pounded into his body. The detective's brow was furrowed in concentration, his whole body tense as he fought to reach his climax. He glanced up at Shawn's face then quickly away, his hands gentling for a moment before his grip tightened and his pace increased.

The lyrics to a Kinks song ran through Shawn's mind and he suddenly understood why Lassiter was holding back, why he didn't want this to end yet. He reached up to touch the side of Lassiter's face, surprising the detective into meeting his gaze. "You got me. I'm yours."

Lassiter thrust once, twice, then dropped his head, choking out a yell as he shuddered through his release. Shawn moved his hand to rub the back of Lassiter's neck as the detective panted above him. After a moment, Lassiter slowly pulled out and flopped next to him on the bed.

Shawn stared up at the ceiling, deciding there was no way he was ever moving again. He had zero energy left and the bed was nice and comfy. Lassiter could make food for him and feed him and Gus could fetch him things. He wiggled a bit and grimaced. Would be nicer without the wet spot he was lying in. He looked sideways to where Lassiter was sprawled out next to him. He had to admit the view was great though.

Lassiter seemed to sense him staring. He glanced over at Shawn, then quickly looked away. "We should clean up." He sat up and grimaced when he noticed the condom still on his dick. Shawn could relate; he hated the feel of the cooling, sticky latex clinging to his cock after sex. Lassiter carefully removed it and threw it in the trash can next to the bed (which may or may not have been overflowing; Shawn hoped it hadn't bounced out onto the floor). He came around the bed to Shawn and reached down a hand to help pull him up.

"I got it," Shawn said, pushing himself up from the bed. His legs immediately gave out and only Lassiter's quick reflexes kept him from landing in a heap on the floor. "Okay, ow."

"Stay here, I'll get something to clean you up," Lassiter said, trying to get Shawn back on the bed.

"I can make it," Shawn said stubbornly. He was already on his feet and the bathroom wasn't that far. He would need to change the sheets or at least clean them before he went to sleep so he had to remain vertical for a bit anyway.

"You shouldn't push yourself. Give your body a chance to recover," Lassiter said.

Shawn rolled his eyes. The more Lassiter protested, the more he was determined to prove him wrong. "We had sex. Yeah, I'm sore but it's not like I'm on my sick bed or anything." His legs were too numb and rubbery to make the trip on his own so he got a good grip around Lassiter's shoulders and pointed toward the bathroom. "Now, mush boy!"

Lassiter gave him a dirty look but thankfully kept a hold of him. The detective led Shawn to the bathroom much slower than he thought was necessary but his legs were still shaking by the time they got there. He let go of Lassiter to lean on the counter, willing his legs to keep holding him up. Damn, he had never been this weak after sex before. He grinned. Cool.

Lassiter grabbed a wash cloth and quickly wiped himself down. When he was done, he grabbed a fresh cloth and approached Shawn. "Stay still."

Shawn shivered as Lassiter ran the cloth gently over his flesh. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning you up." Lassiter carefully wiped him down, the actions feeling clinical and impersonal. It was a far cry from the passionate touches of only minutes ago and was quickly starting to skive Shawn out.

Shawn grabbed the cloth from Lassiter's hand. "I can do it."

Lassiter frowned. "I don't want you to strain yourself."

"I'm fine," Shawn said irritably. "I've wiped my ass for most of my life. I think I can handle it."

Lassiter nodded stiffly. "I'll just leave you to it then."

Shawn watched the other man leave the room and sighed. This wasn't how it was supposed to work out. Things were supposed to be better now that they finally got rid of all that sexual tension between them. Instead, Lassiter was even more tense and prickly than before.

He cleaned himself up, happy that his legs seemed to be supporting him better now. He could still tell he would be incredibly sore tomorrow. He didn't mind if that was the price he had to pay for such amazing sex.

He stared at himself in the mirror, idly noticing the hickey on his neck, various bruises, and a bite on his shoulder he didn't remember getting. He couldn't figure out what was going on in Lassiter's head. It had just been sex, well, great fantastic amazing sex but still just sex. There was no reason for Lassiter to freak out.

Isn't that what you are doing? a part of his brain asked.

"Shut up," Shawn muttered.

And it wasn't just great sex. There was something more there and that scares you.

Shawn snorted. "I'm not afraid."

Then why are you in the bathroom talking to yourself instead of out there with him?

Shawn hated when his brain was right. He threw the damp cloth in the hamper and went out to confront Lassiter. He stopped short in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

Lassiter finished pulling the fitted sheet off the bed, adding it to the pile of bedding already on the floor. "Changing the sheets. Where do you keep the clean ones?"

"Top shelf of the closet." He watched Lassiter cross the room and pull out a fresh pile of bedding. "Why are you changing the sheets?"

"Because they were dirty." Lassiter separated the fitted sheet from the pile and started spreading it out.

"Let me help," Shawn said, moving slowly over to the bed.

"I got it," Lassiter said brusquely. He yanked the sheet out from under Shawn's hand when he reached for it. "I said I can handle it. Just stand back. Rest."

"No." Shawn grabbed for the sheet but Lassiter held it out of reach. "Damn it, Lassie! You barely so much as gave me the time of day before tonight and now you're bending over backwards to do things for me. What gives?"

Lassiter concentrated on spreading the sheet smoothly over the bed. "It's the least I can do after what I did."

"What, fucking me into oblivion?" Shawn snorted. "Trust me, that is not something you need to apologize for." He grabbed the next sheet off the floor. "I made half of this mess, so I'm going to help clean it up."

"I don't need help," Lassiter said with a stubborn glare.

"It will get done faster with two people," Shawn pointed out. "Then we can both relax."

Lassiter glanced over at him. "Fine," he said grudgingly.

With both of them working on it, the bed was made quickly. Still, by the end Shawn's legs were shaking again and his lower back was sore from the way he was stretching. He stretched out in the middle of the bed, letting out a sigh of relief as his tense muscles relaxed.

Lassiter walked away and picked his pants off the floor. Shawn lifted his head. "Are you leaving?"

Lassiter kept his gaze firmly on the pants. "I thought it might be best."

"I'd rather you stayed," Shawn said quietly.

Lassiter looked up, clearly fighting an internal battle in his head. After a few seconds, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dropped the pants back on the floor. He put the phone on the night stand and carefully climbed into the bed next to Shawn. As soon as the detective stopped moving, Shawn rolled over until he was sprawled on top of him. He shifted until he was comfortable and sighed happily. "Much better."

Lassiter lay stiffly under him, not twitching a muscle as Shawn got settled. His hands were clenched into fists at his side and his jaw was set stubbornly as he stared up at the ceiling. Shawn sighed, guessing what was wrong. "Stop feeling guilty."

Lassiter's eyes flicked down to him, then back up to the ceiling. "Who said I was?"

Shawn poked his side. "The way you're all tense when you should be nice and relaxed after the great sex we just had. The fact that you were trying to help me clean up in the bathroom and changed the sheets on my bed. You're going all mother hen on me."

Lassiter clenched his jaw. "I should have had more control."

"Am I complaining?" When Lassiter didn't answer, Shawn sighed. "Look, yes maybe we got a little carried away but I like getting rough and wild on occasion. Though next time we should probably take it a little easier."

Lassiter tilted his head down to look at him. "Next time?"

"Of course. Did you really think I would let a great lay like you get away after one go?" Shawn shook his head. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Lassiter didn't say anything for a moment, but Shawn could feel him starting to relax. "Who said I wanted to?"

Shawn grinned. "Not me. But don't think I'm just going to put out for nothing. I'm not saying we have to do dinner again; a movie would be good to."

"There's that new movie with those robot things," Lassiter said slowly.

"Sounds like a date." Lassiter tensed up again and Shawn sighed. "What now?"

"We're really doing this? Dating and all?" Lassiter asked quietly.

"Um, yeah. I thought that was what you wanted." Shawn frowned. "Did you want to keep things more casual? We can just hang out and fuck around."

"With other people?" Lassiter asked sharply.

"Well, I might hang out with Gus but I only plan on having sex with you." He poked Lassiter in the chest. "Jealous, much?"

Lassiter sighed heavily. "Sorry."

"Don't be, I like it," Shawn said. "But seriously, what's the deal? Why are you freaking out now?"

"I should ask you why you're not freaking out," Lassiter said. "I didn't figure you for a commitment kind of guy."

Oh. So that's what was going on. "I'm not going to run away if we start dating," Shawn said. "When I find someone I really like, I stick with them." He shrugged. "It just doesn't happen that often."

"If we do this, no messing around with other people. We're exclusive," Lassiter said seriously.

"What if Gus and I are finger painting? That could get messy."

"Shawn – "

"Or what about a threesome? We would both be there, so that wouldn't really be cheating or anything."

Lassiter grabbed his chin and forced Shawn to look him in the eye. "You. Me. No one else."

"No threesomes?"

"No threesomes."

Shawn nodded. "I can live with that, as long as I can still finger paint."

"To your heart's content. Just don't make a mess of my stuff while doing it."

Shawn snickered. "Doing it."

Lassiter sighed. "What am I getting myself into?" he muttered.

Shawn stretched up and pressed a kiss to Lassiter's lips. "Me."

Lassiter smiled. "Guess I can live with that."

Shawn settled back down on top of Lassiter and yawned. "Good."

Lassiter gently ran his fingers through Shawn's hair. "Sleep. We can talk more in the morning."

"'K," Shawn mumbled, already halfway there. Lassiter chuckled and Shawn wanted to ask what was so funny but before he could he fell completely asleep.

Lassiter's sleep muddled mind couldn't figure out where he was at first or why there was a warm weight draped over him. He blinked as he stared around the room, wondering who in the world would have a giant pencil next to a gumball machine in their bedroom.

The warm weight mumbled and rolled off him. Lassiter turned his head and could just make out messy brunet hair and a decidedly masculine body. Details from the evening started to return and he let his gaze travel over his bed mate. Shawn was relaxed in sleep, appearing a good deal calmer than he ever did while awake, and didn't appear bothered by the strenuous activities that had happened in this bed earlier.

A trill next to him had him turning his head. His phone's screen was lit up, proclaiming the arrival of a text message. That was probably what had woken him; he had conditioned himself to wake up whenever his phone went off. He grabbed it, squinting at the bright screen. Shawn moaned and turned away from him, curling into a ball on his side.

He quickly set the phone to vibrate before checking his messages, hoping this wasn't work related.

All three were from O'Hara. The first was a couple hours ago, while he was still busy with Shawn. He must not have checked his phone before falling asleep.

O'Hara: How was your date? Still mad at me?

The second was two minutes ago, the one that woke him up.

O'Hara: Hey, are you still up? Everything okay?

Well, now I am, he thought grumpily. He swiped over to her last text.

O'Hara: If you don't answer, I'm heading over there.

Lassiter cringed. O'Hara knew he was usually prompt about replying to her texts, even if just to tell her to leave him alone. She was probably worried something had happened to him. He quickly sent a reply text.

Lassiter: I'm awake.

She responded seconds later.

O'Hara: Finally! So how did the date go?

Lassiter looked at the man sleeping next to him.

Lassiter: Spencer is still alive.

O'Hara: And? Details!

Lassiter sighed. He'd have to tell her something or she wouldn't leave him alone.

Lassiter: We had dinner, then I drove him home.

He could imagine O'Hara's exasperated sigh as she wrote the next message.

O'Hara: I'm coming over early with coffee and you'll tell me everything.

That certainly wouldn't work. Shawn wasn't likely to let him leave in the morning without accosting him for sex, sore or not. He would have to rush home as it is to grab some clean clothes. He was not going to be one of those officers doing the walk of shame into the station after a night spent with a lover.

Lassiter: You can't. Will be running late in the morning. Will see you at work.

There was a long pause before O'Hara responded.

O'Hara: Where are you right now?

He didn't want to get into explanations now through text messages and really did not want her to call. That would wake up Shawn and he was enjoying the peace he had right now. He also didn't want to lie, as she would make his life miserable when she found out.

Lassiter: In bed.

O'Hara's next text came quickly.

O'Hara: Yours or Shawn's?

Lassiter sighed. Damn her for being so perceptive. It made her a good detective but it was annoying when she applied her skills to his personal life.

Lassiter: Shawn's.

It seemed to take a long time for the next message to come in, though his phone only said it was a minute.

O'Hara: Woo! I win $20! I'll grab muffins along with the coffee to celebrate whenever you get in. Take all the time you need ;)

He wasn't sure what O'Hara meant about the money but he was glad she was happy with what happened. Considering how far she had gone to get them here, she better. He would need to have a talk with Shawn in the morning about how many details he wanted shared. He knew O'Hara would hound both of them and he was worried about how much Shawn would be willing to tell her.

He put the phone back on the night, knowing O'Hara wouldn't contact him again unless it was absolutely necessary. Shawn was still curled on his side, facing away from him. Lassiter moved closer until he was pressed along his back and wrapped an arm around him. Shawn sighed, the tight ball of his limbs loosening and a small smile gracing his lips. Lassiter tucked his head against Shawn's shoulder, breathing in his scent, and let himself fall back asleep. He, too, had a smile on his face.

I doing the final edits on My True Love Gave to Me today and should have the next chapter up in a few days. I'll try not to leave everyone hanging so long this time.

As always, reviews are appreciated and I am working on answering them.