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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[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"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.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

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."

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Shawn sighs and rests his chin on his hand. "Nah, you don't. That was when I was..." He waves a dismissive hand around. "... you know. Around."

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Gus raises an eyebrow. "Okay, yeah I guess that makes sense." He shrugs.

Now thinking of a real question. "Hmmmm. You know, everybody says truth is supposed to be the easy one, but I think that's wrong. This stuff gets harder and harder to pick through. What's something I've always wanted to know about you?" Gus thinks again. "How do you eat oatmeal? I mean some people like it really lumpy or dry, some people prefer soup like stuff, I myself like it cold with milk, although I have to be careful, mild lactose intolerance."

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"Oatmeal? You're concerned about my oatmeal?" Here they were, playing truth or dare and Shawn was so drunk that he might even let something slip that wasn't one of his half-truths and Gus asked about his oatmeal?

Who wouldn't crack up at that. But actually Shawn's cracking up in a good way because only a really good friend would ask you about something like that. "Dude, seriously. You're the best. I dig the milky way too."

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Gus shares a laugh, and he grins. Who wouldn't like being called the best?

"I'll be easy on you an pick dare." Gus stretches out and smiles. "What's it going to be this time? There's only so many things you can think of for general service."

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"Another dare... you're channeling my creative side, aren't you." Shawn grins and sits up.

"Alright, let's see... how about you let me sleep in your bed tonight. Because the couch really sucks."

Not that he stays on the couch anyway. But whatever.

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"Is this you calling it a night then?" Gus inquires. He also wonders if this means he's stuck on the couch? Which would be the logical conclusion, execpt that his back will complain something aweful in the morning.

Well, he'll deal with that as it comes. "Sure, you're welcome to it."

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"Calling it a night! Gus, I would never." Shawn shakes his head. "I can manage one more. Dare."

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"One last thing? I dare you to let me pick the next case."

Gus rolls over and sits up. Funny he's not sure that's he's ever spent an evening just sitting around the living room in his boxers. You live and learn. "But it seems to me that we both picked some time will tell dares. How about we settle the game. One secret each?"

Gus smiles brightly. "I've always wanted to learn how to ride your motorcycle. Even though I make faces when you take off on it. It looks like fun."

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Shawn laughs. "I'd totally teach you but I know it's the one thing your parents would seriously murder me for. Not only that but they would team up with dad and then it's epic fail for my life." He thinks for a moment. "Hey, but what if we make a trip? Like, you sit in the back and we cruise California. Or something. For a day. Or the weekend. Think about it."

While he waits for Gus' answer he thinks about some secret he could tell his friend.

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Gus thinks, he pouts. "Sure you won't risk it? You live for danger, don't you?"

He reluctantly gets to his feet. "Well I guess if that's all you're going to offer, I'll take it." And maybe convince you to teach me on the weekend trip.

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Shawn rolls his eyes. "Please, that's not danger, that's rightous suicide. And I love life, I really do."

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"Okay, okay, I suppose I could always take lessons from someone else." Gus smirks. It actually kind of amuses him to think that his parents hold some kind of sway over Shawn. Well, he supposed the reverse is also very true, Henry has his own kind of sway as well.

Gus takes a step toward the bedroom, and then stops and waits. They're still one secret short.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn thinks for a moment. A secret, a good one... what's a good one?

The alcohol makes him dizzy. "Random, fun or dark secret?"

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus shrugs. "Any kind of secret you want."

It's not like his desire to ride a motorcycle is some great big dangerous deal... well, execpt if his parents ever found out... but aside from that.

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"Hmm..." Shawn frowns in concentration because nothing will come to his mind right now, nothing that isn't totally ridiculous or utterly beyond telling no matter HOW much he drank. "I once hosted a poker game in Vegas."