"Come on, Engarde," Juan laughed, putting his arm around Matt's shoulders. "Stop being such a queen." Matt scowled and shoved Juan's arm away. He was fretting over his favorite jacket, which Juan had so discourteously ruined in the washing machine.

"You're so stupid," Matt growled. "Everyone knows you can't just put something like this in the wash! It's designer! The least you could have done is read the label!"

"I'm sorry," Juan lamented. He couldn't care less about the jacket, but if he didn't apologize, Matt would never let this go. "Forgive me, mi amor?"

Matt bit his lip, blushing. "You're evil," he muttered. Juan smirked. The Spanish always got to him. "You owe me big time," Matt said, holding his jacket up and looking at it in despair.

"I can fix it, you know," Juan smiled.

Matt turned to him. "Huh?"

"Huh?" Juan mocked him, playfully. "You're so dumb; you're lucky you're so pretty. I said I can fix it." Matt glared and handed him his jacket, holding on an extra few seconds as if he couldn't bear to part with it.

"You're the stupid one," Matt said, indignantly. "You're the one who can't even wash a jacket without wrecking it."

"Yeah, yeah," Juan chuckled, waving a dismissive hand.

"So, what, you're going to use your magic powers to fix it?" Matt asked. Juan grinned. Clearly Matt didn't believe he was capable of repairing it.

"It's not that messed up," Juan said. "I can sew this back up, and reattach this button."

"Sew?" Matt chortled. "You're gonna sew my clothes, Corrida? You might as well get a full sex change, while you're at it, dude."

"I knew you'd make fun of me," Juan sighed. "Do you want me to fix it or not?"

"Go ahead," Matt smirked. "Do my bidding, slave." Juan punched him in the arm. "Ow, you ass," Matt hissed, smacking him back. Juan ignored him this time, heading off to search some cupboards for a needle and thread. Matt watched him for a second, and then proceeded to fold the rest of the laundry. He smiled as he folded Juan's Nickel Samurai boxers.

Juan settled on the couch after he was able to find the right tools, and began sewing. Matt crept up behind him quietly, watching his hands move. Sewing is hard, he thought. He'd never been very good at it. Not that he had tried very hard or for very long. It kind of seemed like Juan could do everything, which pissed him off. Actually, he liked it a lot, but only if Juan kept his mouth shut about it. (Matt also kind of knew that Juan was better at these kinds of things because he was patient, while Matt was clearly not.)

"Loser," Matt said, fondly, resting his hands on Juan's shoulders.

"Princess," Juan said back.

"You know," Matt said, lowly, massaging Juan's shoulders, "it's kind of sexy, seeing you act like such a handyman." Though he couldn't see Juan's face, Matt could hear him grin.

"You think so?"

"Yeah."

"I can be handy in other ways, too," Juan replied, grinning flirtatiously.

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" Matt sounded skeptical.

"Like...for example..."