psych: sleepy fury (slight shawn/gus, g)
Title: Sleepy Fury
Rating: G. This has got to be the most innocuous thing I have ever written.
Pairing: Sort-of Shawn/Gus. You have to sort of squint to see it.
Notes: For
vzg's Psych Fic-a-thon/Challenge.
Prompt: Shawn/Gus, apologies.
Word Count: approx. 400.
Spoilers: Nein.
Summary: Gus descends upon Shawn with a sleepy fury he's only seen every other time he's broken into Gus' place.
He'd meant to be much quieter than this, but Gus had rearranged his apartment, and in pitch darkness Shawn's eyes aren't much good. So instead of being able to sneak through Gus' living room relatively unimpeded on his way to the bedroom, Shawn trips over a coffee table and falls, bringing a few things with him. It's embarrassing, it's loud, and it's enough to wake Gus.
Gus, who comes storming into the living room, who descends upon Shawn with a sleepy fury he's only seen every other time he's broken into Gus' place.
Gus has him pinned to the floor and is threatening to call the cops when Shawn finally has the sense to shout, "Gus! It's me!"
He says this intending to placate his friend, but has forgotten that this usually (actually, always) just makes Gus even angrier, and sure enough, Shawn finds himself pinned down even more firmly, and Gus is above him, yelling viciously at him about work in the morning and three a.m. and breaking and entering (which is not technically true, since last time he was here, he swiped Gus' keys and had copies made, but they're probably both better off for Gus' not knowing).
"Ow! Rug burn! Rug burn!" Gus stops grinding Shawn's arms into the carpet, but doesn't let him go, keeping a loose grip on him.
There's a long, tense moment where Shawn can feel Gus' face just inches away from his. He swallows, and it's so loud in his ears he wonders if Gus has heard it.
When Gus finally speaks, his voice is distinctly lower. "You could have called, Shawn," he says.
"Yeah."
"You've been gone for a year."
Actually, it's closer to a year and a half, but again, he doesn't feel the need to correct Gus at the moment. "Yeah."
"You scared me half to death."
"Yeah."
There's another long pause, and Gus adds, "I'm glad you're back." Shawn can hear the smile in his voice, and sighs in quiet relief.
He's beaming when he replies, "Yeah. So am I."
"Sorry about the rug burn."
"Sorry about the 'half to death' thing."
Gus moves away, says he's going back to sleep, leaving Shawn still lying on the floor. He calls out, "What, no 'welcome back' snuggle? How about a hug?"
Before he can get into Gus' room, though, the door is closed firmly in his face. "Good night, Shawn."
...
Sorry for breaking out that old Shawn-breaking-into-Gus'-apartment chestnut. Hope it wasn't half-bad for a first Psych fic. Also, have I mentioned I hate making possessives of names that end in S? Just sayin'. :V
Rating: G. This has got to be the most innocuous thing I have ever written.
Pairing: Sort-of Shawn/Gus. You have to sort of squint to see it.
Notes: For
vzg's Psych Fic-a-thon/Challenge.
Prompt: Shawn/Gus, apologies.
Word Count: approx. 400.
Spoilers: Nein.
Summary: Gus descends upon Shawn with a sleepy fury he's only seen every other time he's broken into Gus' place.
He'd meant to be much quieter than this, but Gus had rearranged his apartment, and in pitch darkness Shawn's eyes aren't much good. So instead of being able to sneak through Gus' living room relatively unimpeded on his way to the bedroom, Shawn trips over a coffee table and falls, bringing a few things with him. It's embarrassing, it's loud, and it's enough to wake Gus.
Gus, who comes storming into the living room, who descends upon Shawn with a sleepy fury he's only seen every other time he's broken into Gus' place.
Gus has him pinned to the floor and is threatening to call the cops when Shawn finally has the sense to shout, "Gus! It's me!"
He says this intending to placate his friend, but has forgotten that this usually (actually, always) just makes Gus even angrier, and sure enough, Shawn finds himself pinned down even more firmly, and Gus is above him, yelling viciously at him about work in the morning and three a.m. and breaking and entering (which is not technically true, since last time he was here, he swiped Gus' keys and had copies made, but they're probably both better off for Gus' not knowing).
"Ow! Rug burn! Rug burn!" Gus stops grinding Shawn's arms into the carpet, but doesn't let him go, keeping a loose grip on him.
There's a long, tense moment where Shawn can feel Gus' face just inches away from his. He swallows, and it's so loud in his ears he wonders if Gus has heard it.
When Gus finally speaks, his voice is distinctly lower. "You could have called, Shawn," he says.
"Yeah."
"You've been gone for a year."
Actually, it's closer to a year and a half, but again, he doesn't feel the need to correct Gus at the moment. "Yeah."
"You scared me half to death."
"Yeah."
There's another long pause, and Gus adds, "I'm glad you're back." Shawn can hear the smile in his voice, and sighs in quiet relief.
He's beaming when he replies, "Yeah. So am I."
"Sorry about the rug burn."
"Sorry about the 'half to death' thing."
Gus moves away, says he's going back to sleep, leaving Shawn still lying on the floor. He calls out, "What, no 'welcome back' snuggle? How about a hug?"
Before he can get into Gus' room, though, the door is closed firmly in his face. "Good night, Shawn."
...
Sorry for breaking out that old Shawn-breaking-into-Gus'-apartment chestnut. Hope it wasn't half-bad for a first Psych fic. Also, have I mentioned I hate making possessives of names that end in S? Just sayin'. :V