Gus walked into his apartment after a long days work, throwing his suit jacket onto the couch. He'll pick it up tomorrow. Tiredly trudging to his bedroom Gus didn't even think he would brush his teeth. All he wanted to do was change into his silky smooth pajamas and sleep for hours and hours and hours . . .
And there was Shawn. Under the covers, eyes closed, probably sleeping, probably mostly naked, in his bed. Shawn. Of course.
He did look kind of cute though.
"Shawn!" Cute does not make up for it, "Get out of my bed!"
"Huh?" His head twitched, his eyes bobbing halfway open, "Gussie! How are you?"
"Me, Shawn? Me? Oh, I'm just fine, thank you, except for the fact that I'm exhausted and YOU are in my bed!"
Shawn smiled stupidly at this, "Perfect! Join me!" He even made a welcoming gesture of pulling the covers back.
'Yup,' thought Gus, 'wearing nothing but boxers, that's so Shawn.' But Gus' annoyance and not so deep anger evaporated quickly when another sound came out of Shawn's mouth. "Shawn? Are you sick?"
"What?"
"You're coughing, Shawn! Did you get yourself sick?"
"Come kiss me and make it better?" Shawn playfully grinned.
"Shawn!" He chastised and walked over. "Have you taken your temperature?" He put his hand on Shawn's forehead. "God, of course you haven't, at least you have the sense to come here. You'd never take care of yourself." He pulled the covers around his sick friend.
He felt an urge to hug Shawn tight, but shook it off, this isn't nearly the first time Shawn's been sick. He always gets better.
Shawn reached his arm out from under the blanket to tug on Gus' shirt. "Huggle?" He said with the cutest face imaginable.
"Shawn, you need to sleep!"
"I know," he whispered, "but it'll make me feel better," He blinked sleepily and gave the biggest grin he could muster.
"Oh, Shawn," He couldn't believe he was joking with Shawn at a time like this, but if it got him to sleep faster, he'd do it. He lay down next to him – on top of the covers - gently putting a hand on Shawn's shoulder.
Shawn immediately snuggled in as close as possible, sighing with content, his head buried in the crook of Gus' neck. "'Knew you'd take care of me," he gave a ghost of an admission.
He actually wanted to cuddle? Shawn would always joke about such things, "nuding up this sleepover," constant hugging and grabbing and falling all over him (and everything and everyone else), but Gus had no idea he was serious!
It was probably because Shawn didn't really get hugged a lot as a child. Yeah, Gus rationalized, that must be it. But that only made him feel worse. They'd always been very close, and each always tried to protect each other – even if some people were terrible at it! – was it possible Gus was ignoring something Shawn actually, seriously wants? Something like love? Affection?
The thought that Gus would knowingly not help Shawn didn't even cross his mind. When they do things; they do them together, period. Gus would rather chop of his head than really, truly hurt Shawn, so that was that!
Shawn made sounds of content, snuggling against Gus.
Gus put his arms around Shawn, invoking even more murmurs and sighs. That was that.