Handy Work
Joaquin's eyes fluttered open, he blinked and looked blearily around his bedroom. He got out of his bed and walked into his bathroom, and turned on the tap.
He looked up into the mirror and froze. His jaw dropped and he brought his hand up to rub the skin above his lips where his moustache would have been.
He screamed.
He ran back into his room and dived under the covers.
He must have fallen back asleep, because he was woken by a knocking at his door.
'Wha-?' He asked, startled by the knock.
'Joaquin, it's only me...'
'Manolo, go away...'
'Why?'
'My... My...'
Manolo pushed open the door and ripped the covers off of Joaquin.
'Don't look at me, Manolo...'
'What is it, Joaquin?'
Joaquin looked at him with big eyes. Manolo's eyes flitted to Joaquin's mouth, seeing that his moustache, was indeed gone.
Manolo looked sympathetically at his friend, and lead him into the bathroom.
'What are you-?'
'Shhh.'
Manolo put a finger to Joaquin's lips and silenced him.
He stood Joaquin in front of the mirror and swept his long black hair over his shoulder so that it fell to his waist.
He gestured to Joaquin to jut his lips out and he reluctantly did so. Manolo grinned and lifted up a few strands of his hair and draped them over Joaquin's lips, making a moustache.
Joaquin grumbled and glared at his friend, Manolo giggled and dropped the hair, he quickly pressed his lips to Joaquins.
'Glad you like my handy work so much.' Manolo whispered as he pulled away, and then gingerly traced across the skin above Joaquin's lips.
He watched Joaquin's expression turn into one of anger; Manolo ran back to his house, a silly grin on his face the whole way.
The next morning, Manolo awoke to the sound of birds outside of his window, he sat up in his bed, and ran a hand through his long hair.
Long? Wasn't his hair long?
'JOAQUIN!' Manolo screeched, dashing to his mirror to see the damage.
His once waist length hair had been cut to the nape of his neck. He let out a sob, and stormed to Joaquin's house.
'Hola, Manolo.' Joaquin said with a smile. 'I heard your yell from across the street and had a feeling that I'd be expecting you.'
'JOAQUIN. WHAT. HAVE. YOU. DONE. TO. MY. HAIR?!' Manolo yelled.
'Only what you did to my moustache, my love.' He smiled sweetly, and just as on the previous day but in reverse; he pressed his lips to Manolo's.
He didn't pull away like Manolo had the day before, but instead deepened their kiss and tugged at the short strands of hair that hung loosely around Manolo's face.
'Glad you like my handy work so much.' Joaquin whispered, with a smirk.
Manolo growled at the other boy and pulled Joaquin back into the kiss.
For my girlfriend, BellaMondragon, lets call it a 2 day early anniversary present? - love you xxx