Hello again!!
I also made a fanmix while I was procrastinating . I wanted it to flow well and be kind of like an album you could listen to in one sitting. The result is an upbeat, fun fanmix. And it's all about our favourite coupling: Shawn/Lassiter
Enjoy!!

Title: "The Fortune in Your Hands" - A Shassie Fanmix
Creator: mysteriousgirl4
 

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“Shall we?”

Denny linked his arm with Alan’s theatrically, and together, they walked back inside.

Chapter 5

They walked side by side, stepping to the same rhythm, straight out of Denny’s office, Alan sweeping his arm down to grab his briefcase without breaking stride and Denny flicking off the light switch on their way out the door. They continued that way down the hallway, eyes forward, slight grins on their faces, thinking about the night to come and enjoying the secret they now shared.

Sitting in her office sorting out some of the plaintiff files for a class action suit, Shirley Schmidt raised her head at the sound of the rhythmic footsteps coming past her door. She took in the sight of Denny and Alan leaving together arm in arm and smiled to herself. She couldn’t help but think that they looked like they were heading down the yellow brick road to see the wizard. With an amused shake of her head, she returned to her paper work.

Further down the hallway, Paul came out from the conference room doorway and stood in front of the approaching duo.

“Denny, I need to talk to you about second chairing the Peirson case with Brad.”

Denny and Alan stopped in front of Paul, grins gone and serious expressions staring at him. A few moments passed. Then a few more. Still, they stared at him. Feeling as though the eyes were burning holes through him, Paul finally cleared his throat and stepped aside. Denny and Alan’s sly grins returned and they continued resolutely on. Paul stood somewhat dumbstruck and watched them reach the elevator. Alan pushed the button and they stood and waited until the door opened, then they walked in, still arm in arm. Paul blinked and shook his head incredulously. A split second before the doors closed he heard:

“Night Paul.”

He pondered momentarily on which of the two had said it. Then, figuring it didn’t matter, retreated back to the conference room.

On the elevator, Denny and Alan finally dropped each others arms. And stood side by side. Staring at the numbers on the elevator.

Alan suddenly grinned to himself, he had come up with a rather naughty idea. He turned to face his companion.

“Denny?”

“Yes Alan.” Denny said cheerily.

“What would you think of us maybe…?”

Alan’s words were cut short by the sound of the elevator dinging on the 6th floor. Someone was about to board the elevator. Alan shot Denny an apologetic look and turned back to face the doors. They opened to reveal two uniformed police officers. Both well over 6 foot tall and sturdy. They nodded to Denny and Alan and turned to face the doors as they closed.

Alan, unable to control himself in the presence of authority figures, reached out and grabbed Denny’s hand. Denny looked at Alan, trying to warn him that they were in an enclosed space with two of the cities finest and that now was not the time. Alan looked back at Denny and gave him a look that conveyed that, yes. They were in an elevator with two officers, and that there was no better time that the present. Denny rolled his eyes in response, but let Alan continue to grasp his hand, assuming that with the cops backs turned that there was no real danger in indulging him.

Alan relaxed his grip on Denny’s hand so that he was softly cradling it and began rubbing his thumb in small soothing circles around the palm of Denny’s hand. Denny relaxed somewhat. It felt nice. Then the younger man started applying more pressure in his circled, his finger started to link themselves through Denny’s own.

‘My God’ thought Denny, ‘this man knows his way around a hand!’ He realised he had closed his eyes and was enjoying the feeling of Alan tenderly massaging his hand, pressure increasing to push the tension out of the muscles and the decreasing to softly brush the skin, stimulating the nerve endings in his fingers. The stimulating part of the massage really hit home when Alan suddenly pushed his thumb right into the centre of Denny’s palm. Until now, he had been circling around it, teasing. The unexpected pressure on that part of him sent a wave of sensation through his body and he moaned.

He suddenly snapped his eyes open and saw that the two police officers had turned around and were giving the two of them strange looks. Alan didn’t even have the good sense to look guilty, on the contrary he seemed quite proud that he had been able to elicit that noise from Denny. Denny, pulled his hand back and clasped them behind his back. His mind raced, trying to think of something to say. Finally he blurted out:

“He’s scared of the elevator, always insists I hold his hand. Big baby.”

The cops looked unconvinced. One of them blinked and looked Denny straight in the eye.

“Uh huh, sounded like you were enjoying it to me.”

Denny racked his brain and had an excuse ready about having developed a sore shoulder after so much hand holding when Alan spoke up.

“He was enjoying it; I was applying a sensual shiatsu massage that stimulates the nerves, sending signals right to the sexual pleasure centre of the brain.”

Denny stared at Alan in shock. The two officers did the same thing. After a moment, one of the uniformed men sputtered out:

“Uh…Why?”

Alan looked at the officer as though he was ignorant and responded:

“Well you don’t think I’m going to wait till we get back to my hotel to get him all warmed up do you?”

He finished his remark just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Alan grabbed Denny’s hand and they made a quick exit between the two officers who were so stunned that the elevator doors closed on them before they had figured out what was going on.

In the taxi, after he had recovered from what he would now remember as the ‘elevator incident’ Denny turned to Alan. Alan had been giving Denny his space in the taxi, assuming that Denny would be angry about what he had done.

“Alan?”

Alan quirked an eyebrow inquisitorially.

“Yes Denny?”

“Do you take some…perverse pleasure out of humiliating me?”

Alan looked insulted.

“Of course not! I just…. I don’t know what it is with me Denny, I see an authority figure and I feel the need to…”

Denny twisted in the car seat to look Alan in the eyes.

“To what?”

Alan sighed.

“To prove that they don’t control me. That despite some government body giving them power, it doesn’t extend to me.”

Denny thought about this for a second and then sat back straight.

“Load of crap.” He mumbled.

It was Alan’s turn to look surprised now.

“Excuse me?”

Denny gave Alan a mischievous grin.

“You couldn’t hold it in could you? Don’t let it bother you, many people can’t wait to touch Denny Crane.”

Alan smiled.

“Well there is that.”

With that, Alan and Denny were holding hands again. They sat in silence like that for a while.

“Have you ever done anything like this before?’

Alan feigned ignorance.
”Like what?”

“You know, the…. doing…….with a….” Denny couldn’t get the words out, much less know what words to use.

“Engaging in illicit acts with a man?”

“….Well yeah.”

Alan laughed.

“Don’t worry Denny, I’m almost sure I know what I’m doing.”

Denny didn’t get Alan’s subtle references

“How do you know?”

Alan settled for looking Denny straight in the eyes for a time until Denny got the message. Denny turned and looked out the window and chuckled to himself.

“Knew it.”

Denny absently rubbed his thumb over Alan’s hand, still locked in his own. This was going to be an interesting night.

Yes, I know I’m evil. There will be another chapter. Review!

One more Chapter left. You'll be pleased to know I am halfway through writing it as we speak. Why, you might ask am I then on here posting this chapter? Procrastination. No better way than that to put it. Need time for the movie
to play out in my head.

Chapter 4

“Told you.”

Alan stood a few steps away from Denny, staring at the lips that he had been kissing seconds earlier, desperately wanting to kiss them again. Alan was attempting to catch his breath while still maintaining an unruffled, calm, appearance but he wasn’t sure that he was succeeding.

His mind should be reeling with all the implications of what he had just done. Of the impact he had just made to their friendship, their relationship, and to their lives from now on.

But instead, he couldn’t stop himself from celebrating internally. Finally! There was some hard proof that Denny’s feelings for him went beyond cigars, scotch and stimulating conversation.

And by hard proof, Alan meant the insistent bulge he had felt pressing against his thigh moments earlier. He had been somewhat terrified when he had moved in to kiss Denny, hoping against hope that even if the man’s affection for him wasn’t physical, that it might at least be deep enough to stop him from picking Alan up and throwing him over the balcony. The enormous triumph that he’d felt when Denny had not only relented to that fateful kiss, but reciprocated, was enough to make him want to skip down the office hallway naked singing “Let’s hear it for the boy”.

Denny stood quite still, hands dropped at his sides, the forgotten cigar still sitting on the balcony ledge. He had that thoughtful look on his face. The one that could make people believe that the toughened, stubborn, immovable Denny Crane was actually considering someone else’s opinion for once.

After a few moments of silence, Denny spoke up.

“Told me what?”

Alan bit the corner of his lip and lowered his eyebrows in confusion.

“...I told you... you have feelings... I was...”

“I know what you were doing, but you haven’t proved anything to me. I always knew I was attracted to you; I just manipulated you into doing something about it.”

Alan slowly smiled. This must be the only way Denny could possibly reconcile what had just happened, by completely taking responsibility for it. Turning everything around so that it appeared that he’d known what was going on all along.

Denny Crane was a proud man, so to admit that some important change had taken place in his life without him having orchestrated it, was simply not acceptable.

Denny turned back to the balcony ledge and picked up his cigar, stuck it in his mouth and took a victory puff while staring out at the twinkling cityscape before him. Alan allowed his tense shoulders to drop and slightly shaking himself, he smoothly fell back into the familiar routine with his friend.

“In that case, congratulations are in order. You certainly had me fooled.”

Denny quickly downed what was left of his scotch and surveyed the empty glass in his hand.

“Part of the plan, had to be convincing.”

Alan nodded at this self denial and gently took Denny’s glass. He went back inside and came out a short time later with two freshly filled ones. Handing Denny one and drinking a mouthful of his, Alan walked over and sat down, making sure to straighten his jacket as he sat. An old habit he’d formed in court proceedings that he would probably never grow out of.

“Denny.”

Denny turned and caught Alan’s eyes.

“Not to impugn the brilliance of your plan, but... What now?”

Denny faltered a little at this.

“What do you mean, ‘what now?’?”

“Well, you’ve admitted that you’re attracted to me, I think you’re fairly aware by now that I’m attracted to you...”

“You are?”

“Yes, Denny.”

“I knew it.”

Denny scoffed triumphantly and took a swig from his scotch, sticking his cigar back in his mouth and puffing away in an almost exultant manner.

“Denny Crane. Everyone wants a piece.”

Alan was unfazed.

“Indeed. So you’ve cleverly established that we are both attracted to each other, I only wonder if you know what should happen next. Should we follow the path most people tend to take in this situation?”

Denny shook his head and sighed.

“You will do anything to get me into bed.”

Alan chuckled and Denny laughed with him, both men sharing in the irony of Denny repeating what he’d said many times before but within this new context.

Once they were quiet again, Alan decided to press the issue, knowing that the more that the time elapsed, the more chance Denny would have to blame this whole incident on ‘mad cow’ and disavow all knowledge that it had occurred.

“So? What’s the plan?”

Denny shook his head and took another puff of his cigar.

“No idea, didn’t get that far. What with the mad cow and...”

Alan smirked to himself, having taken all responsibility for his manipulation of the situation, Denny was putting the ball back in his court.

Alan pretended to think hard about what to say.

“You know, I’m not completely sure these night terrors have subsided...”

Denny interjected in an innocent, seemingly considerate way.

“Need me to come over? Keep an eye on you? Tie you up with rope again?”

Alan smiled wickedly, catching Denny’s bright eyes and the hint of lust growing behind them.

“If it’s not too much trouble.”

“No! Not at all, happy to do it.”

Alan continued to stare into Denny’s eyes, prompting Denny to stub out his cigar and gulp down the rest of his scotch. Throat still burning from the drink he rasped out,

“I’m all done, let’s go.”

Alan smiled at Denny’s eagerness. He stood up and offered his arm to his friend.

“Shall we?”

Denny linked his arm with Alan’s theatrically, and together, they walked back inside.