Psych Fic: Wake Up Call
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Title: Wake Up Call
Pairing/Characters: Gus, Shawn
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: Gus wakes up on the wrong side of the bed thanks to Shawn
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Gus was warm and snug in bed when he woke with the sense that his alarm was just seconds from going off.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
"Rise and shine, cupcake!"
The voice in his ear was so close he practically leaped out of bed in a panic.
"Shawn? What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
Shawn pretended to yawn and leaned back against the pillows. "Now is that any way to talk to your best buddy in the whole wide world?"
"It is if he sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night!" Gus protested.
"Aww, you're tense..." Shawn shifted to lay on his side and patted the empty side of the bed that Gus had just vacated. "Come back to bed. I'll let you sleep in until eight."
"Eight?" Gus glanced at the clock which read 7:30. "I'm late for work! You turned off my alarm clock! This is all your fault!"
Shawn mocked looking affronted. "Moi? Moi? I'm not the one who said we should stop by the Pump Room for a few drinks to celebrate closing our latest case. Okay, yeah that was me." He flashed a devilish grin at Gus. "But you were totally on board with it! And you definitely were the one who wanted me to sleep with you. That I'd swear to in a court of law."
"Shawn, I don't know what you've been smoking, but I'd never sleep with you." Gus huffed defiantly. "I am not that kind of guy."
Shawn put his fingers on his temples and pretended to have a psychic vision. "Survey says? Yes, you are." Shawn crawled across the bed and motioned to Gus to come closer, which only made him back away further. "All right, you were worried about me going home on my motorcycle after all I'd had to drink. I swore I was fine but you disagreed, so you brought me here in the taxi with you instead. You, meanie that you are, tried to make me sleep on that awful couch of yours which is way too short for my lanky and luscious frame..." Shawn made a show of stretching his arms out, making his t-shirt ride up to expose his stomach. "So once you passed out, I came in here so I could actually get some sleep. Not like you need this whole big bed for one person anyway."
Gus had looked away when Shawn was stretching and finally glanced back. "Dude," he said, sounding annoyed. "Put some clothes on, will you? I already knew you had boxers with stupid little monkeys on them. I really don't need to actually see them on you."
"Oh my!" Shawn clamored out of bed and stood in front of Gus who shrank back against the dresser. "Can it be that my buddy, my bestest friend ever from grade school is homophobic? Horrors!"
"I am not homophobic!" Gus yelled. "I'm just a normal guy who's kind of freaked out at waking up with another guy in his bed! That's it!"
"Prove it," Shawn said, teasingly. "If you're totally okay with guys being together then prove it." He moved within inches of Gus, who looked like he was ready to shrivel up. "Kiss me."
"What?" Gus exclaimed. "Are you out of your mind?"
Shawn shrugged. "It would prove you're not a homophobe if you can kiss another guy and who do you trust more than me? And what's a little kiss between friends? Huh? Come on, pucker up, you bad boy you!"
"Shawn!"
Gus woke with a start, gasping for breath. It took a second to realize he'd woken, not to his alarm, but to his phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Rise and shine, cupcake! This is your wake up call."
Gus fell back on his pillow and let out a loud sigh of relief.
"Shawn, you know I hate you, don't you?"
"Hey! That's not a very nice thing to say to your business partner!"
"My business partner for the next five months and two weeks. Once that lease is up I am so out of this scam."
"Yeah, yeah, so you say, but I know you love it. So we've got a new case! Come by and pick me up so we can get cracking!"
"Shawn..."
"Chop chop! Get in that shower young man! Daylight's burning."
"You know your dad would probably flip if he heard how good an impression you do of him."
"Well, it's a good thing he's never going to find that out, right?" Shawn said warningly. "Right?"
"We'll see," Gus said tauntingly. "Goodbye, Shawn."
He hung up the phone and put it aside.
Two minutes later the phone rang again.
"Get your ass out of bed, man!"
"How did you know I wasn't in the bathroom already?"
"Because it took you less than one ring to answer, which means you're still in bed. Plus I know you, you hate to get your precious carpet wet and that means you'd have to look around for a towel because as usual you've stumbled into the shower without putting one on the hook first..."
"Shawn..."
"Hey, pick me up a couple of donuts when you stop and get coffee. I'm out of Pop-tarts and I'm starving."
"I am not buying you donuts! And who said I'm going out for coffee?"
"I believe that was me. Come on, Gus! It's Saturday, it's your day off and whenever you feel put upon you like to treat yourself with one of those overpriced lattes."
Gus sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in forty minutes."
"I'm not in a rush. Take forty-five minutes if you want. Oh and be sure to get me at least one with sprinkles! I love those..."
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Title: Wake Up Call
Pairing/Characters: Gus, Shawn
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: Pilot
Summary: Gus wakes up on the wrong side of the bed thanks to Shawn
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
Gus was warm and snug in bed when he woke with the sense that his alarm was just seconds from going off.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
"Rise and shine, cupcake!"
The voice in his ear was so close he practically leaped out of bed in a panic.
"Shawn? What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
Shawn pretended to yawn and leaned back against the pillows. "Now is that any way to talk to your best buddy in the whole wide world?"
"It is if he sneaks into my bed in the middle of the night!" Gus protested.
"Aww, you're tense..." Shawn shifted to lay on his side and patted the empty side of the bed that Gus had just vacated. "Come back to bed. I'll let you sleep in until eight."
"Eight?" Gus glanced at the clock which read 7:30. "I'm late for work! You turned off my alarm clock! This is all your fault!"
Shawn mocked looking affronted. "Moi? Moi? I'm not the one who said we should stop by the Pump Room for a few drinks to celebrate closing our latest case. Okay, yeah that was me." He flashed a devilish grin at Gus. "But you were totally on board with it! And you definitely were the one who wanted me to sleep with you. That I'd swear to in a court of law."
"Shawn, I don't know what you've been smoking, but I'd never sleep with you." Gus huffed defiantly. "I am not that kind of guy."
Shawn put his fingers on his temples and pretended to have a psychic vision. "Survey says? Yes, you are." Shawn crawled across the bed and motioned to Gus to come closer, which only made him back away further. "All right, you were worried about me going home on my motorcycle after all I'd had to drink. I swore I was fine but you disagreed, so you brought me here in the taxi with you instead. You, meanie that you are, tried to make me sleep on that awful couch of yours which is way too short for my lanky and luscious frame..." Shawn made a show of stretching his arms out, making his t-shirt ride up to expose his stomach. "So once you passed out, I came in here so I could actually get some sleep. Not like you need this whole big bed for one person anyway."
Gus had looked away when Shawn was stretching and finally glanced back. "Dude," he said, sounding annoyed. "Put some clothes on, will you? I already knew you had boxers with stupid little monkeys on them. I really don't need to actually see them on you."
"Oh my!" Shawn clamored out of bed and stood in front of Gus who shrank back against the dresser. "Can it be that my buddy, my bestest friend ever from grade school is homophobic? Horrors!"
"I am not homophobic!" Gus yelled. "I'm just a normal guy who's kind of freaked out at waking up with another guy in his bed! That's it!"
"Prove it," Shawn said, teasingly. "If you're totally okay with guys being together then prove it." He moved within inches of Gus, who looked like he was ready to shrivel up. "Kiss me."
"What?" Gus exclaimed. "Are you out of your mind?"
Shawn shrugged. "It would prove you're not a homophobe if you can kiss another guy and who do you trust more than me? And what's a little kiss between friends? Huh? Come on, pucker up, you bad boy you!"
"Shawn!"
Gus woke with a start, gasping for breath. It took a second to realize he'd woken, not to his alarm, but to his phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"Rise and shine, cupcake! This is your wake up call."
Gus fell back on his pillow and let out a loud sigh of relief.
"Shawn, you know I hate you, don't you?"
"Hey! That's not a very nice thing to say to your business partner!"
"My business partner for the next five months and two weeks. Once that lease is up I am so out of this scam."
"Yeah, yeah, so you say, but I know you love it. So we've got a new case! Come by and pick me up so we can get cracking!"
"Shawn..."
"Chop chop! Get in that shower young man! Daylight's burning."
"You know your dad would probably flip if he heard how good an impression you do of him."
"Well, it's a good thing he's never going to find that out, right?" Shawn said warningly. "Right?"
"We'll see," Gus said tauntingly. "Goodbye, Shawn."
He hung up the phone and put it aside.
Two minutes later the phone rang again.
"Get your ass out of bed, man!"
"How did you know I wasn't in the bathroom already?"
"Because it took you less than one ring to answer, which means you're still in bed. Plus I know you, you hate to get your precious carpet wet and that means you'd have to look around for a towel because as usual you've stumbled into the shower without putting one on the hook first..."
"Shawn..."
"Hey, pick me up a couple of donuts when you stop and get coffee. I'm out of Pop-tarts and I'm starving."
"I am not buying you donuts! And who said I'm going out for coffee?"
"I believe that was me. Come on, Gus! It's Saturday, it's your day off and whenever you feel put upon you like to treat yourself with one of those overpriced lattes."
Gus sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in forty minutes."
"I'm not in a rush. Take forty-five minutes if you want. Oh and be sure to get me at least one with sprinkles! I love those..."
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