Even though Shawn was smaller than Lassiter, he took up twice as much room in bed. Before Shawn, he used to sleeping on one side of the bed. With Shawn, he had to fight for every inch of the bed he got.
Shawn didn't sleep on his side of the bed. He didn't curl up in a way that would give Lassiter any space of his own. Shawn slept diagonally across the bed. He also seemed to sprout extra limbs in his sleep because Lassiter was forever getting woken up by Shawn's flailing limbs as Shawn turned to get into yet another awkward position.
It really annoyed Lassiter on some mornings when he woke up balancing precariously on the edge of the bed, leaving him vulnerable to being pushed out of bed if Shawn decided to move his foot another inch. Other mornings, Lassiter woke up with Shawn laying ACROSS him. That's the problem with Shawn, he has no regard for other people's personal space.
This morning, Shawn's torso was drapped across Lassiter's stomach, and his arms were stretched above his head, his hands hanging off the side of the bed. At the other side of the bed, his feet hung over the side of the bed as well.
When the alarm clock beeped loudly, Lassiter stretched his arm out like usual but found that he couldn't quite reach the button to turn it off. Opening his eyes, he sighed and saw Shawn was restricting his movements.
The alarm clock didn't disturb Shawn at all. Ten minutes of Lassiter struggling to finally silence the alarm clock didn't seem to bother him either. In fact, ten minutes after that, while Lassiter was loudly cursing himself for ever falling for the fake psychic, Shawn was still sound asleep and snoring softly.
It wasn't that Lassiter was weak. He was the very opposite of weak. The problem was that Shawn was an unmovable force when he wanted to be. Lassiter discovered this when Shawn decided to hold a 'sit in' in the bedroom doorway because he wanted to order pizza and Lassiter wanted to go out to eat. An hour after trying to get Shawn to move so he could get anything to eat, Lassiter ordered a pizza.
"Shawn, if you don't wake up right now and move, I'm going to kill you."
Shawn moaned softly in his sleep. "Won't it be harder to move me when I'm dead?" He questioned sleepily.
"I'm willing to take that risk. I'm running late for work, again." Lassiter said, growing angrier.
Shawn didn't move off Lassiter, instead he moved so his head was resting on his lover's shoulder. "Call in. Tell them you've come down with a horrible... something."
Lassiter tried to stay serious as he tried to ignore the warmth of Shawn's body. "I can't..."
Shawn started to kiss Lassiter's neck softly. "Sure, you can. I foresee very good things happening if you stay home today." His hand moved lower as he spoke.
The kisses moved to Lassiter's lips and he realized that sometimes he didn't mind waking up with Shawn.