After the Awards (for bigkitty75)

[head_psychic]

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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"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?"

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"Are you kidding me? This shirt will only rub my back raw." He slips out of it and tosses it aside, finding a comfortable position on the floor.

"Go easy on me, man. Hadn't had a massage in ages."

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"You haven't?" This actually surprises Gus quiet a bit.

He kneels by Shawn's side, immediately dismissing the only position he can think of that would make symmetrical sense, well because, you just don't sit over someone unless you've been specifically invited.

Anyway, Gus figures he can still do a decent job this way. If he leans over Shawn and is careful with his balance.

He starts off low on Shawn's back, kneading the muscles and rubbing with the palms of his hands. Gus slides over Shawn's ribs lightly, no real need to work that area. He fans his fingers out across the shoulders though, pressing circles with his thumbs.

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"Hey, I am a giver. Those magic hands are for giving purposes," Shawn smirks closes his eyes, stiffling a sigh at the touch. "Mmhhh..."

This is actually really, really nice. He winces a little when Gus' fingers run over a tense knot, breathing in deeply and trying to relax.

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Gus nods, forgetting that not only can't Shawn see him, he could probably care less at this moment in time. If the sighs are any indication. It does make Gus smile though.

He pays careful attention to where the knots are and when Shawn winces, working around them slowly, and returning to each spot until all the tension is gone.

Trailing down Shawn's spine he ghosts over the small of Shawn's back. Giving Shawn a few more minutes of his full attention, Gus works in silence. Eventually he leans back, sitting like this is giving him a tense back.

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Shawn is dangerously close to falling asleep because right now everything is just relaxed and beautiful in the world. He doesn't want to, though, because this is still the floor and he isn't even wearing a shirt and he knows it's gonna be real uncomfortable real soon.

He rolls to the side and gives Gus a lazy smile. "Truth."

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"Who was the...?" Guy?.

Gus stretches out next to Shawn. He looks right at his best friend. "...best, ah, kiss you ever had? I mean what was?"

He cannot believe how much like a girl's slumber party this sounds. Gus waves his hand to negate the question. "No that's stupid, can I have a redo?"

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Shawn laughs and shakes his head. "A redo?" He squints at him. "Alright... but then you gotta pay a little price. Penalty for backing out. Which means I can ask you something first before you think of your next question. Deal?"

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"Okay, deal." Gus smiles. He shifts so that he's on his side as well. "Shoot."

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Shawn returns the smile, though the corners of his mouth climb upwards a little too much and soon turn it into a challenging grin. "What was the original question you wanted to ask me?"

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Gus's face freezes. Then slowly the smile falters. "Shawn. I don't think that's fair."

He rolls back onto his stomach. "But if you really want me to ask... before we were, while we were playing that drinking game, I think we exchange some previously untold information. I was just curious, I mean, obviously I don't want to really pry."

Gus looks at Shawn, and damn that challenging expression, he's not going to chicken out because of that. "You said you kissed a guy, I just wanted to know if I knew him."