What's going down. Also, Fic: And Fresh Pineapple in the Morning
1. Very good weekend because our solar panels are now functioning. Every family member has taken a little time to watch the power meter running backwards. It rocks my sock.
2. Strangely scary/excited that my last post got picked up by metafandom when all but no one reads this journal. Also, pleased that those who followed the link and commented seem to have taken my thoughts as I intended them. I've been misinterpreted before and it's just so hard to convince people that what you meant was not nearly as offensive as it came across.
3. Have made contact about playing Henry Spencer in psych_thegame. Because I'm so old that he might just be the character I most identify with.
4. Finally got this one fic that was ornery to fall in line, with the help of pheebs1 who is a kick-ass beta. Fic below.
Title: And Fresh Pineapple in the Morning
Author: papersoflight
Pairing: Gus/Shawn
Word Count: 2,812
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash (homosexual relationship), brief violence, brief non-consensual/dubious consent kissing
Summary: "In fact," the crazy chick went on, "I think I'm getting a vision right now." She put two fingers from her gun-free hand to her left temple. "I'm seeing your future- oh boy- yes, uh mouths, lips, tongues- kissing." Shawn and Gus exchanged quizzical looks as she continued, "That's it- thirty seconds from now you will be swapping spit with your partner here." She pointed at Gus with the gun.
Author's Note: Thanks to pheebs1 for the beta help. You rock.
Author's Note 2: I have this crazy weakness in my sci-fi fandoms for those clichéd aliens made them do it fics because they easily break through the taboos and get the characters into a physical relationship despite their possible social or moral reluctance to engage in homosexuality. You can't do that in fandoms that don't include aliens or magic or some other outside influence, but you can use the threat of violence. This story is my attempt to carry out that scenario without letting it feel like a rapefic, to make the moment when the two characters are forced into it a moment where they (at least emotionally) turn it around and take control over the situation. So, while technically, there is a moment of non-con, it passes quickly but (I hope) without treating the idea of being threatened into sexual activity too lightly. Also note the little nod to my favoritest episode of Firefly- Janetown. Long Live Joss.
And Fresh Pineapple in the Morning
"You want to know what I think, Mr. Spencer?" the crazy chick with the gun asked as she levelled said gun at Shawn, "I think you're no more psychic than I am."
"Oh," Shawn exclaimed with fake excitement, "You're a psychic, too? I didn't know." He turned to Gus and repeated, "Did you know?"
"In fact," the crazy chick went on, "I think I'm getting a vision right now." She put two fingers from her gun-free hand to her left temple. "Oh boy! I'm seeing your future- yes, uh mouths, lips, tongues: kissing." Shawn and Gus exchanged quizzical looks as she continued, "That's it- thirty seconds from now you will be swapping spit with your partner here." She pointed at Gus with the gun and smiled coquettishly.
"Uh- no," Shawn stated flat-out. "I'm sure I'm seeing it differently."
The crazy chick stepped up to Gus and pressed the barrel of her gun against his head, saying, "You really think I won't splatter his brains across the room?"
Considering that this loon had killed three people to keep her little fantasy world going, and two more weren't going to phase her, Shawn answered, "Okay fine. Anything you want." He cursed whatever was keeping Lassiter and O'Hara and turned to face his best friend. Gus looked pretty damn panicked, but there wasn't anything to fix that except to give the crazy lady what she wanted until he could figure something else out, or until the cavalry arrived. Shawn kept the gun in his peripheral vision as he stepped closer. It was pressed into Gus's temple and it was maybe the worst thing he'd ever seen, wrong in every way, but the crazy chick was sure to pull the trigger if Shawn tried to grab the gun or move Gus to safety.
Shawn put a hand on Gus's shoulder, leaned in and touched his forehead against Gus's, going slow and trying to be reassuring. Shawn angled his head a little and the tips of their noses brushed.
"Shawn," Gus hissed, but aside from panic, Shawn couldn't read any meaning in the word. It didn't matter, they had to do this.
"It's okay." Shawn angled in a little bit farther and pressed a soft, closed-mouthed kiss on Gus's lips. It was just plain weird but also familiar because Shawn knew that smell- Gus, and the clutch of that hand on his upper arm- Gus's hand. He and Gus had touched and smelled each other all the time- since they were kids. Once they got there, neither of them moved, instead they stayed awkwardly still because, wow, it was just so strange.
The crazy chick started laughing a hard, giddy kind of laugh- they were funny to her- and that was just wrong. She might have been able to make them do this, make him kiss Gus to try and keep her from killing him, but Shawn was damned if he was going to let her own this moment, maybe Gus's last moment, maybe Shawn's, too. So, he took that moment and he- well- he took it. Shawn got a good hold on the lapels of Gus's suit jacket to try to keep him close and pushed his mouth a little more firmly against Gus's, trying to make it a real kiss, a true kiss, make it theirs. Gus responded with a huffing little breath of exclamation and followed his lead, getting what Shawn was doing, digging in with him. If they were going to kiss, then they were going to KISS. Gus opened his mouth, licked at Shawn's lower lip, and slid his arms up to rest on Shawn's shoulders. Yeah, that was it. Shawn opened his mouth to let Gus in and the kiss changed. They kissed hard and hot, wet, deep and reckless, losing themselves in the slick slide of tongue against tongue. They weren't just kissing because they had to, they were kissing in defiance and to reassure each other and to learn one of the few things they still didn't know about each other before they died or the cops showed up and they didn't have the excuse to do it any longer. They kissed for what felt like a long time, and like way too short a time, since there was every chance that the crazy chick would kill them no matter how entertaining she thought their desperation was.
Something in the room shifted; three popping noises sounded in the air, and the crazy chick fell away from them with a crumpled thud. Gus broke away a step, which felt very far away, even though they were still touching, and Shawn looked around the room to see Detective Juliet O'Hara lowering her service revolver. Her hands were shaky, but her voice was solid.
"You two okay?"
Shawn nodded. "Fine," he lied.
A moment later, Lassiter and a bunch of uniformed cops came in and things were loud and hectic; for once, Shawn didn't have to fake a vision to tell the police where to look for the evidence, or who to put the cuffs on because there she was- crazy gun-toting chick, a corpse on the floor. Shawn and Gus sat just ten feet away in a couple of chairs brought in from the next office over, and they gave their statements as they tried not to look at the woman who would have killed them. Lassiter was an ass, but Juliet did what she could to mitigate that and soon enough they could leave- get the hell out of there, away from the crazy dead chick and her goddamn gun.
When they got in Gus's car, Gus's hands were shaking so much he dropped the keys. Twice. The third time he tried to fit the key into the ignition, Shawn reached over and put his hand around Gus's, asking, "Want me to drive?"
Gus leaned his head down to rest against the steering wheel and, seeming thoroughly relieved, he answered, "Yes, please."
They got out and walked around the car to switch places, and then they drove away in silence. Shawn wanted to try and lighten the mood, maybe sing something stupid; tell a ridiculous story; suggest they go somewhere fun, but it took all his concentration to drive, all his concentration to keep the image of the gun pressed to Gus's head out of his mind. Then they were there at Gus's place, and parked in the dark night of the lot. Shawn turned off the car, pulled the keys from the ignition and held them out to Gus.
"I can still feel it," Gus said, not taking the keys, "the circle- right here on my head." He touched two fingers to his temple and winced as if it hurt. "It feels like she left a mark. Is there still a mark, Shawn?"
Shawn didn't answer. Instead, he leaned over, took a good look at the spot in the meager light of the closest streetlamp, found nothing but, as if it could erase the phantom mark, pressed a kiss there anyways. "It's okay." He kissed the spot again. "All better," he soothed maybe more for himself than for Gus. The feel of Gus's skin under his lips was good and solid and reassuring. There was that familiar scent again- Gus. Then Gus turned his head a fraction up towards Shawn, and Shawn turned his head a fraction down towards Gus, and then they were kissing- needy and rough and shaking- breaking apart only to catch a breath and dive back into each other because this was theirs now- their remedy for death, for the fear of what didn't quite happen, for the residual shakiness they were both feeling.
Then Gus stopped them, drew back and panted out, "Come inside." He bent forward to kiss Shawn again, quick and velvety, and popped open the door, making for the stairs up to the second floor apartment. Shawn got out, locked the car and made his rubbery legs take the stairs as fast as they could.
Gus had the door open, and was putting the spare key back in its hiding place already when Shawn caught up with him. He flashed Shawn a nervous smile and stepped inside. Once Shawn was through the door, Gus was pushing it closed and locking it tight.
Shawn hung the keys on the hook next to the door, turned towards Gus and began, "Gus-"
"Shh. Shut-up, Shawn," Gus commanded, raising his hand in front of him as if he could stop the words from reaching his ears with it. Then he turned on his heel and walked into the bedroom.
"Uh- Gus?" Shawn followed his friend, knowing where he'd gone, and the likely implications of it, but not quite believing. But, there Gus was, standing there in the bedroom waiting for him. "Gus, don't you think-"
This time Gus silenced him by huddling in close, placing both hands against the skin on the back of Shawn's neck, and pulling their mouths together. It was just the same- like it had been in the car, like it had been at gunpoint- raw and passionate and not enough to make what had happened earlier that evening go away, but at least a good start. Gus was sucking on his tongue, exploring his mouth, biting at his lips. It was hot and Gus was the kind of aggressive Shawn never would have expected of him when it came to sex but, which Shawn was finding he really liked.
There was too much fabric in the way, and it sucked that they had to stop kissing to pull off their shirts, but it was worth it to be able to feel the press of warm, smooth skin against his belly, his chest and under his hands. Gus did this awesome tickling-tongue thing to his ear as Shawn moulded his hands over Gus's shoulders, down across his pecs and found first one tight nipple to tease and then the other. Shawn would have expected to miss the softness, the curves of a woman, but he didn't seem to have time to; Gus was going so fast. Gus was pulling hard at his hips to get a bump and grind going, getting some good friction between them, bumping their erections against each other through their pants as he licked his way back into Shawn's mouth, and- oh yeah- their pants really, really had to go. Reluctantly, Shawn stopped, drew back, gulping at the air he'd been trying to do without for the last few glorious minutes, and toed off his shoes, opened his fly.
"Oh- good idea," Gus murmured, and tried to get his own pants off without first taking off his loafers, got frustrated, and sat down to work on the double knots. Shawn, already finished stripping, kneeled down to help and a few long minutes later, they got Gus's shoes off. Shawn tugged the goddamn pants and shorts off, which left Gus sitting on the edge of the bed, and Shawn on his knees before him. Shawn had known what Gus looked like (mostly) from countless times and places, the gym, the beach, the locker room, but touching Gus like this, with intent, was different. They both seemed to have this moment when they hesitated. Super-aggressive Gus didn't look quite as confident and Shawn was just pausing to take in the view, because Gus was- damn, Gus was, he was just big. Now Shawn knew why Gus didn't date much- he probably scared women away with that thing.
Shawn was not afraid of anything- and this was Gus anyway- so he ran a hand up the inside of Gus's leg from ankle, to knee, to the dangerous crease where leg met abdomen.
"Shawn, you don't have to-" Gus protested, but the words stopped as Shawn cupped his hand around Gus's cock and gave a soft tug. "'Kay- if you want to," Gus acquiesced, leaning back and resting his weight on his elbows behind him on the bed. Shawn stroked Gus a few more times, learning the feel of him and then leaned over to suck the brown-purple head into his mouth. "Oh- uh," Gus grunted, which Shawn took for approval and he settled in to really explore this.
Making Gus feel good was doing a pretty damn good job of blotting out the very real image of Gus at gunpoint about to maybe be dead, as well as the even worse images Shawn's imagination had conjured up over the last hour or so. Gus was safe and whole, alive and vibrant, gasping and moaning, and bucking up under Shawn's hands, into his mouth- yes. Shawn had worked out a good rhythm; pulling and sucking and teasingly pausing to lick at the slit in the tip, and glide his tongue down one side of Gus's cock and back up the other, making it last. Gus started to get louder and wilder and he sat up so he could grip Shawn's head and pull at Shawn's hair with his hands. Shawn upped his pace, leaving out the pauses, trying to get more of Gus's dick into his mouth and then Gus came, mumbling something Shawn didn't quite catch about his mouth. Shawn tried to keep the come all in his mouth and swallow, but it was more than he could manage, so some leaked a bit out of the side of his mouth and down his chin. He wiped it on the bedspread, which already had some drips on it anyway.
Shawn was still hard, which was important, but not as important as how Gus had slumped back on the bed, messy and worn out and relaxed. Shawn only ever saw him that relaxed if he was drunk and maybe not even then. It was a very good thing to behold. He smiled at Shawn, and scooted loose-limbed across the bed.
"Over here Shawn," he called and it sounded just like when they used to play schoolyard basketball- over here Shawn, I'm open and that was kind of weird, but who cares? So, Shawn got up on the bed, they sprawled there kissing, and Gus slid a hand down Shawn's belly to his dick and jerked him off slow and sweet. It was good. Shawn couldn't stop himself from hiking up his outside leg and hooking it around one of Gus's legs to anchor them together. It gave him more leverage to push into the tunnel of Gus's hand. That was really good. It wasn't long before Shawn was coming, painting strands of white across the dark brown of Gus's hip and belly and one long stripe up the inside of his arm. The Gus rolled him on his back and kissed him stupid before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom.
Shawn must have drifted off after that because next thing he knew, it was light out, and Gus was not in the bed with him, but the shower was going. Shawn snuck in to use the toilet and laugh silently at Gus singing Diana Ross songs in the shower, but he didn't have the nerve to pull back the shower curtain and get in with Gus. He wasn't totally sure this wasn't a one-time thing because they almost died and climbing naked uninvited into Gus's morning shower might just be too much. It was better to bide his time. Instead, he snuck back out, pulled on his jeans, and went to find something to appease his grumbly tummy- they never did get dinner the night before.
The coffee machine was just finishing, and there was fresh sliced pineapple on the counter- and yeah- Gus was great, you know. The waiting breakfast was encouraging, Gus wouldn't have taken the time to do that if he'd been too weird-ed out by what they'd done together the night before. By the time Gus came out from the bathroom wearing just a towel, the pineapple was all but gone.
"Morning, Shawn," Gus said coolly as he poured himself a coffee and set it on the counter to fetch a spoon and the sugar.
"Morning," replied Shawn, who couldn't help staring at half-naked, still wet from the shower Gus, thinking about what was under that towel, and wanting to touch. So he did, abandoning his reservations and his breakfast to crush Gus up against the fridge and kiss him.
As Shawn licked his way over Gus's cheek and found an earlobe to suck on, Gus sighed, "Oh yeah."
Shawn looked up at him and asked, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Gus answered with a nod and a half a smile and kissed him warm and encouraging on the mouth.
Just like that- they were all right, good, real, fun, alive- just like that they were lovers and friends and alive and everything they'd ever been to each other plus cocksucking and fresh pineapple in the morning.
2. Strangely scary/excited that my last post got picked up by metafandom when all but no one reads this journal. Also, pleased that those who followed the link and commented seem to have taken my thoughts as I intended them. I've been misinterpreted before and it's just so hard to convince people that what you meant was not nearly as offensive as it came across.
3. Have made contact about playing Henry Spencer in psych_thegame. Because I'm so old that he might just be the character I most identify with.
4. Finally got this one fic that was ornery to fall in line, with the help of pheebs1 who is a kick-ass beta. Fic below.
Title: And Fresh Pineapple in the Morning
Author: papersoflight
Pairing: Gus/Shawn
Word Count: 2,812
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash (homosexual relationship), brief violence, brief non-consensual/dubious consent kissing
Summary: "In fact," the crazy chick went on, "I think I'm getting a vision right now." She put two fingers from her gun-free hand to her left temple. "I'm seeing your future- oh boy- yes, uh mouths, lips, tongues- kissing." Shawn and Gus exchanged quizzical looks as she continued, "That's it- thirty seconds from now you will be swapping spit with your partner here." She pointed at Gus with the gun.
Author's Note: Thanks to pheebs1 for the beta help. You rock.
Author's Note 2: I have this crazy weakness in my sci-fi fandoms for those clichéd aliens made them do it fics because they easily break through the taboos and get the characters into a physical relationship despite their possible social or moral reluctance to engage in homosexuality. You can't do that in fandoms that don't include aliens or magic or some other outside influence, but you can use the threat of violence. This story is my attempt to carry out that scenario without letting it feel like a rapefic, to make the moment when the two characters are forced into it a moment where they (at least emotionally) turn it around and take control over the situation. So, while technically, there is a moment of non-con, it passes quickly but (I hope) without treating the idea of being threatened into sexual activity too lightly. Also note the little nod to my favoritest episode of Firefly- Janetown. Long Live Joss.
And Fresh Pineapple in the Morning
"You want to know what I think, Mr. Spencer?" the crazy chick with the gun asked as she levelled said gun at Shawn, "I think you're no more psychic than I am."
"Oh," Shawn exclaimed with fake excitement, "You're a psychic, too? I didn't know." He turned to Gus and repeated, "Did you know?"
"In fact," the crazy chick went on, "I think I'm getting a vision right now." She put two fingers from her gun-free hand to her left temple. "Oh boy! I'm seeing your future- yes, uh mouths, lips, tongues: kissing." Shawn and Gus exchanged quizzical looks as she continued, "That's it- thirty seconds from now you will be swapping spit with your partner here." She pointed at Gus with the gun and smiled coquettishly.
"Uh- no," Shawn stated flat-out. "I'm sure I'm seeing it differently."
The crazy chick stepped up to Gus and pressed the barrel of her gun against his head, saying, "You really think I won't splatter his brains across the room?"
Considering that this loon had killed three people to keep her little fantasy world going, and two more weren't going to phase her, Shawn answered, "Okay fine. Anything you want." He cursed whatever was keeping Lassiter and O'Hara and turned to face his best friend. Gus looked pretty damn panicked, but there wasn't anything to fix that except to give the crazy lady what she wanted until he could figure something else out, or until the cavalry arrived. Shawn kept the gun in his peripheral vision as he stepped closer. It was pressed into Gus's temple and it was maybe the worst thing he'd ever seen, wrong in every way, but the crazy chick was sure to pull the trigger if Shawn tried to grab the gun or move Gus to safety.
Shawn put a hand on Gus's shoulder, leaned in and touched his forehead against Gus's, going slow and trying to be reassuring. Shawn angled his head a little and the tips of their noses brushed.
"Shawn," Gus hissed, but aside from panic, Shawn couldn't read any meaning in the word. It didn't matter, they had to do this.
"It's okay." Shawn angled in a little bit farther and pressed a soft, closed-mouthed kiss on Gus's lips. It was just plain weird but also familiar because Shawn knew that smell- Gus, and the clutch of that hand on his upper arm- Gus's hand. He and Gus had touched and smelled each other all the time- since they were kids. Once they got there, neither of them moved, instead they stayed awkwardly still because, wow, it was just so strange.
The crazy chick started laughing a hard, giddy kind of laugh- they were funny to her- and that was just wrong. She might have been able to make them do this, make him kiss Gus to try and keep her from killing him, but Shawn was damned if he was going to let her own this moment, maybe Gus's last moment, maybe Shawn's, too. So, he took that moment and he- well- he took it. Shawn got a good hold on the lapels of Gus's suit jacket to try to keep him close and pushed his mouth a little more firmly against Gus's, trying to make it a real kiss, a true kiss, make it theirs. Gus responded with a huffing little breath of exclamation and followed his lead, getting what Shawn was doing, digging in with him. If they were going to kiss, then they were going to KISS. Gus opened his mouth, licked at Shawn's lower lip, and slid his arms up to rest on Shawn's shoulders. Yeah, that was it. Shawn opened his mouth to let Gus in and the kiss changed. They kissed hard and hot, wet, deep and reckless, losing themselves in the slick slide of tongue against tongue. They weren't just kissing because they had to, they were kissing in defiance and to reassure each other and to learn one of the few things they still didn't know about each other before they died or the cops showed up and they didn't have the excuse to do it any longer. They kissed for what felt like a long time, and like way too short a time, since there was every chance that the crazy chick would kill them no matter how entertaining she thought their desperation was.
Something in the room shifted; three popping noises sounded in the air, and the crazy chick fell away from them with a crumpled thud. Gus broke away a step, which felt very far away, even though they were still touching, and Shawn looked around the room to see Detective Juliet O'Hara lowering her service revolver. Her hands were shaky, but her voice was solid.
"You two okay?"
Shawn nodded. "Fine," he lied.
A moment later, Lassiter and a bunch of uniformed cops came in and things were loud and hectic; for once, Shawn didn't have to fake a vision to tell the police where to look for the evidence, or who to put the cuffs on because there she was- crazy gun-toting chick, a corpse on the floor. Shawn and Gus sat just ten feet away in a couple of chairs brought in from the next office over, and they gave their statements as they tried not to look at the woman who would have killed them. Lassiter was an ass, but Juliet did what she could to mitigate that and soon enough they could leave- get the hell out of there, away from the crazy dead chick and her goddamn gun.
When they got in Gus's car, Gus's hands were shaking so much he dropped the keys. Twice. The third time he tried to fit the key into the ignition, Shawn reached over and put his hand around Gus's, asking, "Want me to drive?"
Gus leaned his head down to rest against the steering wheel and, seeming thoroughly relieved, he answered, "Yes, please."
They got out and walked around the car to switch places, and then they drove away in silence. Shawn wanted to try and lighten the mood, maybe sing something stupid; tell a ridiculous story; suggest they go somewhere fun, but it took all his concentration to drive, all his concentration to keep the image of the gun pressed to Gus's head out of his mind. Then they were there at Gus's place, and parked in the dark night of the lot. Shawn turned off the car, pulled the keys from the ignition and held them out to Gus.
"I can still feel it," Gus said, not taking the keys, "the circle- right here on my head." He touched two fingers to his temple and winced as if it hurt. "It feels like she left a mark. Is there still a mark, Shawn?"
Shawn didn't answer. Instead, he leaned over, took a good look at the spot in the meager light of the closest streetlamp, found nothing but, as if it could erase the phantom mark, pressed a kiss there anyways. "It's okay." He kissed the spot again. "All better," he soothed maybe more for himself than for Gus. The feel of Gus's skin under his lips was good and solid and reassuring. There was that familiar scent again- Gus. Then Gus turned his head a fraction up towards Shawn, and Shawn turned his head a fraction down towards Gus, and then they were kissing- needy and rough and shaking- breaking apart only to catch a breath and dive back into each other because this was theirs now- their remedy for death, for the fear of what didn't quite happen, for the residual shakiness they were both feeling.
Then Gus stopped them, drew back and panted out, "Come inside." He bent forward to kiss Shawn again, quick and velvety, and popped open the door, making for the stairs up to the second floor apartment. Shawn got out, locked the car and made his rubbery legs take the stairs as fast as they could.
Gus had the door open, and was putting the spare key back in its hiding place already when Shawn caught up with him. He flashed Shawn a nervous smile and stepped inside. Once Shawn was through the door, Gus was pushing it closed and locking it tight.
Shawn hung the keys on the hook next to the door, turned towards Gus and began, "Gus-"
"Shh. Shut-up, Shawn," Gus commanded, raising his hand in front of him as if he could stop the words from reaching his ears with it. Then he turned on his heel and walked into the bedroom.
"Uh- Gus?" Shawn followed his friend, knowing where he'd gone, and the likely implications of it, but not quite believing. But, there Gus was, standing there in the bedroom waiting for him. "Gus, don't you think-"
This time Gus silenced him by huddling in close, placing both hands against the skin on the back of Shawn's neck, and pulling their mouths together. It was just the same- like it had been in the car, like it had been at gunpoint- raw and passionate and not enough to make what had happened earlier that evening go away, but at least a good start. Gus was sucking on his tongue, exploring his mouth, biting at his lips. It was hot and Gus was the kind of aggressive Shawn never would have expected of him when it came to sex but, which Shawn was finding he really liked.
There was too much fabric in the way, and it sucked that they had to stop kissing to pull off their shirts, but it was worth it to be able to feel the press of warm, smooth skin against his belly, his chest and under his hands. Gus did this awesome tickling-tongue thing to his ear as Shawn moulded his hands over Gus's shoulders, down across his pecs and found first one tight nipple to tease and then the other. Shawn would have expected to miss the softness, the curves of a woman, but he didn't seem to have time to; Gus was going so fast. Gus was pulling hard at his hips to get a bump and grind going, getting some good friction between them, bumping their erections against each other through their pants as he licked his way back into Shawn's mouth, and- oh yeah- their pants really, really had to go. Reluctantly, Shawn stopped, drew back, gulping at the air he'd been trying to do without for the last few glorious minutes, and toed off his shoes, opened his fly.
"Oh- good idea," Gus murmured, and tried to get his own pants off without first taking off his loafers, got frustrated, and sat down to work on the double knots. Shawn, already finished stripping, kneeled down to help and a few long minutes later, they got Gus's shoes off. Shawn tugged the goddamn pants and shorts off, which left Gus sitting on the edge of the bed, and Shawn on his knees before him. Shawn had known what Gus looked like (mostly) from countless times and places, the gym, the beach, the locker room, but touching Gus like this, with intent, was different. They both seemed to have this moment when they hesitated. Super-aggressive Gus didn't look quite as confident and Shawn was just pausing to take in the view, because Gus was- damn, Gus was, he was just big. Now Shawn knew why Gus didn't date much- he probably scared women away with that thing.
Shawn was not afraid of anything- and this was Gus anyway- so he ran a hand up the inside of Gus's leg from ankle, to knee, to the dangerous crease where leg met abdomen.
"Shawn, you don't have to-" Gus protested, but the words stopped as Shawn cupped his hand around Gus's cock and gave a soft tug. "'Kay- if you want to," Gus acquiesced, leaning back and resting his weight on his elbows behind him on the bed. Shawn stroked Gus a few more times, learning the feel of him and then leaned over to suck the brown-purple head into his mouth. "Oh- uh," Gus grunted, which Shawn took for approval and he settled in to really explore this.
Making Gus feel good was doing a pretty damn good job of blotting out the very real image of Gus at gunpoint about to maybe be dead, as well as the even worse images Shawn's imagination had conjured up over the last hour or so. Gus was safe and whole, alive and vibrant, gasping and moaning, and bucking up under Shawn's hands, into his mouth- yes. Shawn had worked out a good rhythm; pulling and sucking and teasingly pausing to lick at the slit in the tip, and glide his tongue down one side of Gus's cock and back up the other, making it last. Gus started to get louder and wilder and he sat up so he could grip Shawn's head and pull at Shawn's hair with his hands. Shawn upped his pace, leaving out the pauses, trying to get more of Gus's dick into his mouth and then Gus came, mumbling something Shawn didn't quite catch about his mouth. Shawn tried to keep the come all in his mouth and swallow, but it was more than he could manage, so some leaked a bit out of the side of his mouth and down his chin. He wiped it on the bedspread, which already had some drips on it anyway.
Shawn was still hard, which was important, but not as important as how Gus had slumped back on the bed, messy and worn out and relaxed. Shawn only ever saw him that relaxed if he was drunk and maybe not even then. It was a very good thing to behold. He smiled at Shawn, and scooted loose-limbed across the bed.
"Over here Shawn," he called and it sounded just like when they used to play schoolyard basketball- over here Shawn, I'm open and that was kind of weird, but who cares? So, Shawn got up on the bed, they sprawled there kissing, and Gus slid a hand down Shawn's belly to his dick and jerked him off slow and sweet. It was good. Shawn couldn't stop himself from hiking up his outside leg and hooking it around one of Gus's legs to anchor them together. It gave him more leverage to push into the tunnel of Gus's hand. That was really good. It wasn't long before Shawn was coming, painting strands of white across the dark brown of Gus's hip and belly and one long stripe up the inside of his arm. The Gus rolled him on his back and kissed him stupid before getting off the bed and going into the bathroom.
Shawn must have drifted off after that because next thing he knew, it was light out, and Gus was not in the bed with him, but the shower was going. Shawn snuck in to use the toilet and laugh silently at Gus singing Diana Ross songs in the shower, but he didn't have the nerve to pull back the shower curtain and get in with Gus. He wasn't totally sure this wasn't a one-time thing because they almost died and climbing naked uninvited into Gus's morning shower might just be too much. It was better to bide his time. Instead, he snuck back out, pulled on his jeans, and went to find something to appease his grumbly tummy- they never did get dinner the night before.
The coffee machine was just finishing, and there was fresh sliced pineapple on the counter- and yeah- Gus was great, you know. The waiting breakfast was encouraging, Gus wouldn't have taken the time to do that if he'd been too weird-ed out by what they'd done together the night before. By the time Gus came out from the bathroom wearing just a towel, the pineapple was all but gone.
"Morning, Shawn," Gus said coolly as he poured himself a coffee and set it on the counter to fetch a spoon and the sugar.
"Morning," replied Shawn, who couldn't help staring at half-naked, still wet from the shower Gus, thinking about what was under that towel, and wanting to touch. So he did, abandoning his reservations and his breakfast to crush Gus up against the fridge and kiss him.
As Shawn licked his way over Gus's cheek and found an earlobe to suck on, Gus sighed, "Oh yeah."
Shawn looked up at him and asked, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Gus answered with a nod and a half a smile and kissed him warm and encouraging on the mouth.
Just like that- they were all right, good, real, fun, alive- just like that they were lovers and friends and alive and everything they'd ever been to each other plus cocksucking and fresh pineapple in the morning.