After the Awards (for bigkitty75)

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Shawn giggles when the door snaps shot. But it's alright to giggle because he giggles with offense! Which sounds pretty much like giggling anyway.

He spins his award, turning on his heels and waving it at Gus while walking the hallway backwards to face his friend. "Most clueless! I cannot believe these people! I mean, I mean look at me! Do I look like a clueless person to you? I am not a clueless person. I got it all figured out! The world, the cases, I mean, if I had been there Twin Peaks wouldn't have even lasted one single episode!"

He bumps against a doorframe and ow!s for a moment, shaking his head. "We gotta keep this out of sight. I mean, not out of sight, because clearly owning a golden donkey is just what our office chi needs. Trust me. What I mean is out of sight from dad. Oh my God, can you believe what it'd be like? Him seeing this? He'd hang around the office all day, trying to, oh my gosh, do you think he'd get the nasty idea of tutoring us?" He points at his prize. "This thing? Has to go. But at the same time hasn't."

Shawn frowns, clearly thinking before his eyes widen and he raises a finger, his face lighting up with an idea. "Dude, I got it! Go get some gaffer tape. We'll just hide what it's for, like, stick it over the 'most clueless' so it does nothing but looking shiny in the office's shelf!"

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"Boxers" Gus mutters. He's glad Shawn finds this so damn amusing, but really, it's going to be his turn next.

Gus lets the shirt fall first and then with a smirk slowly unzips his slacks. "Yeah, I am good."

The pants fall into a pool and Gus pushes them over with his foot. He crosses his arms over his now, very bare, chest.

"Truth or dare?"

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Shawn laughs. "Wouldn't have dared you if I doubted that. Alright, alright, I'll be good. Dare-i-oh for me as well."

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Gus quirks an eyebrow. "Didn't somebody mention lapdancing as an option? Why don't you get up, I'm going to need that chair."

The real question is really, can they both really stand to do this? With each other? "...wait, no. Just..." But Gus can't think of anything that'll match Shawn's dare.

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Shawn blinks, a slight frown appearing on his forehead that is faster gone than it actually appeared. "Obviously Patrick Swayze wasn't good enough for you. Someone's getting greedy the greedster!"

Shawn pushes himself up, rolling his shoulders, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You think you can embarass me, pal. Newsflash: You ever work for a softdrink company, dressed up like a giant slushie? Nothing can embarass you anymore."

He waves at the free chair. "So take a seat."

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"Hey, I'd say Patrick Swayze wasn't half the man you are, but you know, Roadhouse." Gus shrugs. He goes to sit in the abandoned chair a hair reluctantly.

Trying to embarrass Shawn? That wasn't his intention. Was it? Nothing ever embarrassed Shawn, Gus knows that with a near certainty.

He was only doing what he always tries to do, keep the field level between them. It can be hard to compete with outrageous.

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Shawn laughs. "Oh yeah, that's the spirit."

He gets rid of the suit and unbuttons his shirt so it dangles loosely around his chest. "Hey, you gotta help me out with the bluesy, cheesy background music! You know I need the rhythm to get these babies rockin' the way you like it!"

Said and done Shawn starts rocking on his air blues guitar, placing his hands on his hips and starting to swing them in slow, seductive circles. Well, ovals. But that's only the alcohol.

"Da-daga-da-dannn! Ohh I saw him at the party - da-daga-da-dann - we were playing truth and dare - da-daga-da-dann - now he's givin' me a lap dance - da-daga-da-dann - and he has the better hair!"

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Grinning because he just can't help himself. Gus joins in. "Oh, he's got the blues! ... The party-hard-playing-games-dancing-fool-with-not-really-all-that-great-hair, blues."

Gus laughs and eases up a little, relaxing into the chair.

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"Oh yes I have!" Shawn announces, one finger pointing straight up into the air, the other hand placed on his belly, thrusting his hips back and forth.

He approches the chair, grinning at his friend. "This is the sweetness!"

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While Gus nearly died laughing due to the hip thrusts. He manages not to lose his balance utterly and stays in the chair. He matches Shawn's grin. "You, man. Are really somthin, you know that."

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"Oh, I know, I know," Shawn continues, utterly self-confident, still shakin' it right in front of, or rather over Gus.

With a last theatrical he lands right in his friend's lap, grinning broadly.

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"I'd totally slip you a fiver, but alas, I have no pockets."

Man, but his friend is heavy, it's not like having a tiny girl throw herself in your lap at all. Gus bites the inside of his cheek to keep from saying so, and having Shawn misinterpret that as a 'fat joke'.

Gus smiles and contemplates just pushing Shawn off, but in the end decides mercy is the better choice. Besides his boxers could get caught up in the struggle, and that’d be all kinds of awkward.

"Dude, my legs are so going to fall asleep."

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"Oh, we can work something out, you just buy me lunch tomorrow." Shawn grins, raising his fist for a bump.

"Then I might even spare your knees."

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Gus bumps Shawn's fist with a smile on his face. "Sure, but I'm picking the place."

He shifts his lap a little and adjusts to Shawn's weight, getting used to it isn't as difficult as he first thought.

"Anyway, I'm going with truth if we're still playing."

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Shawn thinks for a moment and then gives in. "Fine. But you better make it something good, we're not having Chinese again!"

He tilts his head and grins. "Fine. Truth then. Are you gonna take me to that Chinese place anyway or not?"

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Gus pouts. "How'd you guess that's what I had in mind?"

The place was seriously amazing, egg rolls to die for, and lo mein that was just right, and not hardly greesy at all.

"But yeah, that's what I was thinking." Gus shrugs. "Dont' have to, you pick someplace."

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"Because," Shawn explains patiently. "I'm awesome. Also, because you've been trying to drag me there for lunch and dinner for the past three days."

He dismisses the thing with a wave of his hand. "Whatever. They got good pineapple stuff though." He tilts his head aside. "And I'm takin' another dare."

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When he puts it that way, it all seems kind of obvious. Gus smiles. He's happy Shawn can be appeased with a little pineapple though, actually that reminds him...

Gus thinks for a second. "Okay, close your eyes, for a whole minute, and don't move."

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Shawn makes a mocking noise. "Please, what kind of dare is that? This is too easy."

He closes his eyes and waits. "Don't you dare to ask me how many hats are in the room."

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Gus doesn't say anything. Besides he should already know how many hats there were in his apartment, not many. Aside from that one fedora he hoped to find a good reason to wear one day.

No, what he wants is to find out whether or not they really did dance tonight. Gus leans in close to Shawn, closing his eyes and just breathing.

It's that whole sent memory thing. He can smell his way back to the feel of slow dancing with his best friend.

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Actually a whole minute is hard for Shawn. He's never been someone to sit still and do nothing. Only if it was for a case. And even then it didn't work out most of the times.

However, when Gus leans in he gets very still. Mostly because he's trying to figure out what his friend is doing. He can hear him breath, deeply, but that's it.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Gus never included 'Don't talk' after all.

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"Shhhh." Gus whispers. "I'm trying to remember."

It keeps slipping out of his grasp though, not the dancing, that he pretty much has down now. But before. "I think... hmmm. Well, nevermind, I guess it's not important then."

Gus leans back and waits for the minute to end. He's actually kind of amused at Shawn's impatience. "I'll do a dare when you're done too."

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"Whatever you say."

Having imagined a big clock in front of his inner eye Shawn waits exactly until the damn 60 seconds are up. His eyes fly open immediately and he stretches as if he had been imprisoned for a century.

"You do a dare, huh? Fine, then." He leans forward, smirking. "I want a massage."

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Gus rolls his eyes. "Alright, but you don't get to offer any 'professional tips' or complain, got it?"

He looks around his apartment, because they should probably move this game out into the living room or something. And really, he's not cold with Shawn sitting on his lap, but once the boy moves he's going to be missing the body heat. And the living room has a better heating flow.

Gus casts a look over to his coffee table. "We'll shove that over and you can stretch out on the floor."

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"I won't," Shawn promises with a small laugh and tilts his head at the table. "Sounds like a plan."

New energy coming from somewhere he grins, making some space for his treatment.

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Gus helps push the coffee table aside, he's got nice, thick carpet so there isn't much need for a blanket or anything. Gus takes a second to breath on his hands, warming them up a little. Just a courtesy thing really.

"Are you going to take your shirt off? Or am I doing this through fabric?"