A/N: I don't own any of the Psych characters and I am not making any money from writing this.
Please forgive any minor spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my native language.
I apologize due to not updating last week, I got a writer's block with this one and didn't have much time to write. And now, here you have it.
Gus woke up to a sound of Shawn's alarm clock and at first, he didn't know where he is. Rubbing his forehead, he looked around. He recognized the walls, window and the desk. Suddenly, he realized something. That was Shawn's room. Shawn's apartment.
He groaned when memory of things that happened last night hit him. He and Shawn were at Tikihama, lots of crazy stuff happened, they went to Shawn's place and then...
He widened his eyes, suddenly realizing that he couldn't remember what happened afterwards. He had some blurry recolection about them about them talking and drinking, and nothing more.
Suddenly, he realized that he is lying down. In bed. In Shawn's bed. It was his room. His apartment. His bed.
What the happened last night?, he thought and tried to stand up. But something stopped.
Something on top of him.
He looked down and realized that it wasn't something. It was someone. It was Shawn. Naked. His head was lying on Gus's chest, Shawn's naked body was pressed against his, and his hand was wrapped around Gus's waist.
They were both naked. Completely naked. And they were both in Shawn's bed, together, their naked bodies spooned together.
When he realized in what... position they were, Gus's heart skipped the beat, his eyes widened, and cold sweat started rolling down his body uncontrollably. Did he and Shawn... did they... no! No! That was simply impossible. There needs to be some other explanation... but what else could possibly explain that?
Slowly, he started moving away from Shawn, crawling out of bed. He didn't want to wake up Shawn. He didn't want Shawn to see them in that... position. Who knows what poor guy could think.
As he was crawling out of bed, he accidently rubbed his morning hard on against Shawn's right thigh. Feeling of Shawn's smooth sweaty skin against his member sent rush of pleasure through Gus's body. His eyes rolled and he moaned in pleasure, loud-too loud. Pre cum started rolling down Shawn's thigh down to his groin. Suddenly, Gus remembered everything: apology, drinking, kissing, wonderful feeling of inside of Shawn's tightt sweaty ass...
But his loud moan of pleasure woke up Shawn. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes and looked around. Almost immediately, he realized that he is in his bed. Naked. But he wasn't alone. Gus was sitting on his bed next to him, also completely naked, his cock full hard, creamed with pre cum. Immediately after he saw Gus, Shawn let out a frightened scream and jumped off the bed, grabbing a bed sheet of it and wrapping it around his waist in order to cover his morning hard on.
"Dude!", he screamed, his eyes completely focused on Gus's body, trying to avoid sight of Gus's nude body. Then he tried to say something other than "Dude!", but obviously had hard time thinking of what to say. He tried to remember what happened last night, but he felt like his mind simply turned black since they returned from Tikihama and went to his place. Finally, he simply asked, almost desperately: "What happened?"
"I don't know", Gus said, quickly covering his hard on with the bed sheet. He did know what happened, but didn't want to upset Shawn. "We returned from Tikihama, we went to your room, we talked, laughed, drank a few beers and... here we are."
Shawn looked around, trying to stay calm. He saw their clothes and underwear all over the room, cum stains on bed sheets, scratches on that bed sheets, obviously. Made by fingernails... he looked under his fingernails and saw few white fibers... being an expert in deduction, he immediately figured out what happened the night before. He felt cold sweat rolling down his back and his whole body suddenly felt cold. Very cold. His throat went dry and large drops of sweat started rolling down his fingers and palms.
"Dude... we had sex", he finally said, his heart skipping the brat once he finished the sentence. He actually felt some sort of relief once he finally said it out loud.
He expected Gus to go crazy, to jump off the bed, say something like "No way!" and run away, or something like that. But none of that happened. Gus staid sitting in his bed, breathing heavily.
"I... I guess so", Gus said. He swallowed hard before continuing.
"But... we were drinking... obviously..."
"Yes", Shawn agreed, looking at the empty beer cans in trash can near the bed. "And people do all kinda of crazy stuff when they are drunk.
"Yes", Gus agreed, nodding his head. "Yes they do."
"Things they wouldn't do while they are sober."
"Probably".
Shawn nodded his head, biting his lower lip before answering. "So... we better forget about... what happened last night."
"Yes", Gus said, now calner when he saw how cool and steadying is Shawn handling this whole situation. "We should. There's no point remembering it..."
"I don't remember anything anyway."
"Me either", Gus lied. Oh, I wish...
Shawn bend his head, groaning due to terrible headache. His eyes trailed on Gus's naked torso. As soon as he saw Gus's dark smooth skin, his erected nipples and perfect abs, he hardened again, his hard on tenting the bed sheet. Gus noticed that, and that caused him to harden again. He gave Shawn slutty, lustfull look and licked his upper lip, causing Shawn's nipples to erect in delight. And then...
And then Shawn's cellphone ringed. He picked it up from a cupboard near by and answered.
"Hallo?", he answered, trying to keep the sheet wrapped around his waist. "OK, OK, be right there. That was Juliet", he said while putting his cellphone back on the cupboard. "New case."
"OK. I'll uhm... take a shower first... and then you could..."
"Yes..."
Second later, Gus ran into the bathroom.
#
Ride toward the crime scene was relatively silent. Almost completely silent.
Gus tried to break a silence. He reached toward the car radio and tried to turn it on, but they just hit a bumper and he ended up accidently touching Shawn's knee, Shawn being the one who was driving. Terrified, Shawn jerked his knee away, screaming like a little girl and almost causing a car crash. Gus screamed from top of his lungs too, covering his eyes and jumping up and down in his seat for almost a whole minute after danger passed. They remained silent and still from that point on.
#
They walked inside victim's home, trying to avoid an eye contact. Shawn didn't even notice that he is still holding car keys in his hand.
It was nice suburban house. It defiinitely didn't look as a crime scene. Walks were painted white and there were few paintings hanging off them.
Juliet was standing near the front doors, dressed in her casual work clothes and her hair tied in pony tail. She was waiting for them.
"What?", Gus frowned. Shawn gave him a look. "Oh, yes... we did... together."
Juliet glared at him, but didn't comment Gus's reaction.
"Follow me", she said, walking toward the living room. And they did.
Victim was lying dead on living room floor, bleeding from back of his head. He was middle ages Caucasian man, dressed in white shirt, black pants and black shoes. Bloody lamp torch was lying on the floor near by. Fly screen was pulled out it's frame.
"It seems like simple burglary gone wrong, but we still want you to take a look", Juliet said. "Victim is Michael Willson, forty five, divorced, has two children. Pathologist concluded that he was killed this morning, probably between five and seven am. Somebody pulled out fly screen from it's frame. His wallet and wrist watch are missing, and also jewerly from jewerly box and toaster from the kitchen."
"It seens like he was getting ready for work", Gus said, briefly glaring at te body before turning away, look of disgust on his face.
"Yes", Carlton confirmed. "He works as a bank clerk."
Soon enough, Shawn noticed few things. Impretion in dust on table near by, that matched to lamp torch. Position of the impretion. How tidy the room was.
"OK, first of all, this wasn't burglary. Lamp torch was on the middle of a table, between an ashtray and fruit bowl. Killer didn't grab the first thing he or she saw, he or she carefully picked up the most dangerous weapon. And lots of idoms are stolen, but house is not ranshanked. Killer stole that idoms to make motive seem like burglary, but he or she already knew exactly where to find those idoms."
While he was talking, car keys fell out Shawn's hand. He bend down in order to pick them up.
"Nice view", Gus commented.
"What?", Gus almost screamed, quickly standing back up straight. He looked at Gus, and realized that Gus is looking through the living room window. He mentally face palmed himself and put car keys in right pocket of his jeans.
"OK...", Carl said, looking at them on suspicious way. "So, we are going to talk with his ex wife and children and see do they know anything useful." Then he walked away.
Shawn shoot Gus a dead glare.
"Came together?!", he smirked. "Really?"
"And what about the "nice view"?!"
Shawn could feel himself blushihg.
"That was reasonable. You saw in which position I was!"
They noticed Juliet walking near by, so they quickly shut up ans started pretending that they are looking around.
#
Soon after visiting the crime scene, they went to a local cafe to have a cup of coffee. Gus was standing in a line while Shawn was waiting outside, looking through a window. Just when he was about to pay, Gus dropped the money and bend over to pick it up. Shawn's eyes drifted down on Gus's ass. Suddenly, a thought about him moving in and out Gussweetewer black tushy appeared in his mind, causing him to harden again. Soon after, he experienced a feeling of shock and looked away.
Soon after, Gus paid for the coffees and walked out, holding two cups full of coffee and handling one to Shawn. They drank coffee while walking toward their office. They didn't even talk about where and how to do it, but they silently agreed that's the best way to do it, considering that whole... situation between the two of them. Awkward silence between two of them seemed less noticeable and more natural in the street than in the crowded cafe.
#
Once they walked back in their office, Gus finally said:
"This is ridiculuos, Shawn. We can't go on like that."
Shawn wanted to say something nasty or sarcastic, but he simply couldn't. This was obviously troubling both him and Gus and he wanted to put an end to it.
"I know", he finally said. "So... what should we do?"
Gus took a deep breath before answering.
"I think we feel awkward because we don't remember what happened, or we don't remember it clearly. We were drunk. Actually, I remember some parts... I didn't say that because I didn't want to upset you."
"So... what should we do?"
"Maybe we could try do it again...While being sobber... and able to remember everything..."
"I... I remember it to be nice... so... maybe... I'm sure we know and understand each other more than some girls we slept with... while we weren't drunk... so..."
Gus had a point. Shawn hated to admit it and could barely believe it, but Gus had a point. They knew each other well. And, no matter how he hated to admit it, Shawn know that he was, at least on some level, physically attracted to Gus. And pretending that nothing happened won't solve anything.
Only a a thought about sleeping with Shawn again caused Gus to harden again. His hard on formed a big tent on the middle of his pants. Upon seeing it, Shawn felt rush of excitement and arousal going through his body. All that sexual tension between them that remained hidden over the years suddenly erupted, like it happened the night before.
Shawn locked an eye contact with Gus and licked his upper lip, put his hands on his hips and slid them down to his crotch, pressing them against it and leting out a small moan. Gus couldn't take the torture anymore and he walked over to Shawn, grabbed his shoulders, pinned him down on the couch and slid his hand down Shawn's pants, gently squeezing his cock and balls. As soon as he felt them, pre cum started dripping out his hard on and shivers spread down his spine.
"Finally, you have some good idea", Shawn laughed, feeling himself turning hard. Gus's hands were so warm, covered with such a smooth soft skin. He couldn't help but wonder why he was resisting the whole day.
"You bet your ass I have, baby", Gis said while pulling Shawn's jeans down. "You bet your ass I have."
~THE END~