#228 - 3am - (theatrical_muse)

[head_psychic]

It is the most logical thing in the world to climb into Gus' bed. He can structure this decision, analyze it and back it up with enough evidence to make even his dad proud.

First, the couch, however comfortable, does something to his back that after a few days can be called nothing but 'slow replacement of internal bone structure'. So when he starts stretching all day long, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic cracks, he knows it is most likely time for a change.



Second, the cushions seem to have gotten in touch with mutagen ooze lately, turning them into a vicious, inanimate and unfortunately not nearly as hot (the inanimate part being a big factor here) version of Storm. Cushion-Storm in turn has made it the final course of vengeance to hunt down his hair, making him cry out whenever his static electricity tortured soul has to bear a look in the mirror.

Movement is a big factor, too. Ever since that dreadful night in the cheap motel room Shawn finds himself with flashbacks of his nightmare, the pictures burned deep into his eidetic memory. He doesn't know why those memories seem to graze a switch in his brain that tells his muscles to move and heave his body around until it fails to connect with anymore solid couch ground but hits much harder floor ground instead. But it does and it's annoying.

Yes, it is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed.

They are married and when you are married the only reason you're banned to the couch is for being dense, a cheater, the cause of a big fight, you snore or you are a bad lover and Shawn can't place himself into any of the above categories (even if the husband in discussion isn't the source of evidence for that last bit). Besides, what if a nosy reporter decided to break into his friend's apartment tonight? Or worse, a private detective working for the IRS? Shawn has no interest to appear on the front page of the SUN magazine. Or pay two million dollars. Or both.

So the only solution clearly is to move his stuff over to the bedroom. Action and reaction. Cause and effect. It is the most logical thing in the world that he climbs into Gus' bed. He could write a top report on his analysis.

He will get to the snuggling part in the morning.


Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 410

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[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus wakes up slowly. He's warm, normally waking up involves a lot of cursing softly and ducking down under the covers until he can face the bitter cold... mildly chilly... alright, slightly less warm, Santa Barbara mornings.

But he really doesn't like being cold, so this extra heat is quiet comfy. Gus wiggles a little and sighs.

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Shawn shifts automatically when Gus moves, his head rubbing over the self-proclaimed chest-pillow before he goes back to...

... well, drooling on his best friend's shoulder.

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When he finially blinks enough to take in his bareings. He starts freaking out. Quietly though, and doesn't move.

Mostly Gus just looks down at Shawn cuddling up against him in his sleep. He bites his lip and tries to slide out from under Shawn, without waking him.

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Shawn grumbles. He doesn't really wake up because he is used to sleep on moving ground but he has learned during his time as a raft guide that you better hold on so you don't end up in the water.

He clings.

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Well this presents a problem. Gus sighs. There is absolutly no way to get out of bed without waking Shawn up. And he can't really think of a way to wake him up without getting, closer.

Gus rests his head back into the pillow and moves his arm from under Shawn to around his shoulders, otherwise it would stay trapped and fall asleep. Now, he can wait a little longer.

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Shawn sighs, drifting back to a deeper slumber. It is not until the point that his head starts questioning why he has sheets on a raft that a small frown comes to his face before he blinks, drowsily, confused.

Huh. Well, this is anything but a raft.

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Gus is looking out his bedroom window, funny that he never really stopped to appreciate the view before. But there's a big tree and some birds flying in and out of it's branches, singing in that whole early morning bird way.

He isn't even really aware of is, as his fingers curl against Shawn's neck and his thumb brushes a tiny circle there. Gus doesn't even know what he's thinking about from second to second.

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Shawn lies still, just breathing for a moment, trying to take in enough details of his surroundings to figure out what is going on. He recognizes the bed right away, it's Gus'. The dark skin he can make out from the corner of his eye most likely belongs to Gus, too.

Which, in conclusion, means that the hand touching his neck is also the property of his best friend.

Huh.

This is weird.

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Still lost in a state of blank thinking, Gus yawns. His hand doesn't move, execpt to stop brushing Shawn's neck for an instant.

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Basically it all comes down to the fact that this is totally normal.

They're best friends, they've been together all their life, now they're even married and yes, Shawn remembers that he climbed into Gus' bed last night. This is not awkward, actually it's nice and there are so many arguments why the fingers are moving lazily over Shawn's skin. It's just basic affection and who knows, maybe those crazy IRS dudes even installed secret cameras! But even if they didn't, this is nothing out of the ordinary. Weird, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Still, it doesn't explain the heat that creeps up to his face and makes him blush furiously.

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Gus glances down just to see if Shawn is any closer to waking up. He's starting to get hungry, and when Gus's stomach makes an order, he's practially bound by the law to fullfill it. He blinks when he sees that Shawn is actually awake.

"Hey" He wispers lowly, something about the birds singing and the rare lazy morning feel makes him hesitent to raise his voice and break the spell. "You look a little warm, too much blanket?"

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Shawn blinks rapidly. Okay, well, maybe this is a little more out of the ordinary. Still...

"Nah." He yawns and lazily brings one hand up to rub his eyes. "Dude, what time is it?"

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Gus shifts and checks the clock. "It's still early, not quiet seven yet."

Well if they both get up now, and then get ready, they can go out to breakfast. Or, just stay home and make something. Either way, Gus feels like having lots of toast and eggs. He groans a little and starts pushing the blanket down with his feet. "I call dibs on the shower first."

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"Not quite what? Did you just say seven?"

Shawn's head rises to stare at his friend incredulously, then drops back on the chest below him with a dull thud. "No way!" he whines. "You can't do that. It's too early to do anything."

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Gus chuckles a little bit, and it's a funny feeling with a head on his chest. "Believe it or not, Shawn. Some people actually start the day earlier than this."

But he doesn't make any more moves to get up.

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"Gus, let us just refrain to the well-known fact that igorance can be bliss. In my case, the preservation of my sanity. It is not, I repeat, not a time to get up."

Shawn's speech is muffled against his friend's skin as he refuses to move at such an early hour.

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Gus inhales through his nose and tries not to react. His voice sounds a little breathless when he manages to answer. "..Okay, okay, let me just reset my alarm. When do you want to get up?"

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"Mhh." With a low sigh Shawn lets his eyes slip shut again. "Next month?"

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Gus let's out his breath gently. Luckily, Shawn didn't suspect. He'd never live something like that down. "How about a compromise, eight thirty?"

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Shawn thinks about that for a moment, then raises his head again. "Gus. Look at my eyes. My tired, lazy eyes."

He pushes his voice up an octave. "Hear them say Gus, Gus, we're so tired. We need to rest. We just agreed with the brain and the elbows and the toes, that wriggling little bastards, that we're quite comfortable here. Do you want to make us cry? Don't make us cry, Gus."

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There's no way to maintain a straight face at that, it's just not possible. Gus tries biting his lip, and then even has to move on to biting his own knuckle before Shawn is even done with his little speech. It's still all useless, because Gus starts laughing and can't stop until his gut hurts.

"If that was you trying to get me to go back to sleep, total fail." Gus grins.

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"Who said I was? If you're laughing hard enough to be unable to get up I achieved my goal." Shawn shrugs, grinning right back.

"But dude, I totally mean it. Let's start this day nice and slow. There really is no good reason whatsoever to get up early if you don't have to. It goes against anything I believe in."

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"I guess I could go back to watching out the window. You know, I never really picked up ornithology as a hobby, but I'm starting to see the appeal." Gus let's his gaze wander back to the birds. "I think those two are mates, they're building a nest or something."

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Shawn chuckles. "Maybe they're monitored by the IRS as well. Or they're from Vegas."

He yawns, a lazy smile on his face. "Or they're like best friends and now they are totally gonna live together."

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Gus smiles too. "That would be really something. But I don't think nature works that way."

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"Huh." Shawn rests his chin on his hand. "Dude, do you realize what that means?"

His eyes light up with an excited gleam. "We beat nature! Sweet!"

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"Beat nature?" Gus blinks and looks back at Shawn. "You think so?"

He wants to argue with that, but doesn't know where to stand. So Gus just let's the idea sink in. "Well, maybe. But then again, that could be a sad thing. I mean, nature, the natual order. Animals and people do things a certain way, because that's what they do."

Somehow Gus fell between one of the little cracks of the system, fell there with Shawn. And although he knows he made the right decision, he wonders what else that means.

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"But that's totally boring," Shawn holds against that. "That's not even a real argument. You want to hear an argument, Gus? Okay then."

Shawn pushes himself up a little. "Nature, huh. Let's take this Darwin guy for example. You know, survival of the fittest and all that? Well, we survived Jimmy Nickles, so either he was wrong or we are just more awesome than his theory. What else, natural order? Overrated! Who wrote that down anyway and do they have paperbacks? Because I bet you twenty bucks that I could totally rewrite it."

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A sort of slow, lazy smile spreads across Gus's face as he watches Shawn argue back. "I know better than to bet against you when you talk like this, Shawn."

For once Gus makes up his mind not to overthink every little thing, and instead wiggles back down into the covers. He looks up at Shawn. "Are you laying back down now?"

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"Yeah." Shawn settles down as well, getting comfortable again. "We still need that robot that serves us breakfast in bed."

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Gus murmers an agreement and leans into Shawn's body heat greedily. He closes his eyes and forgets to reset the alarm. Dozing off comes back easily to him. He starts dreaming of birds and nests and best friends.