Cactus Kisses

Disclaimer: As usual, I own no one. No one mentioned is gay, as far as I know.

A/N- I am in love with this pairing. For whatever reason, I think Masters and Carlito make a great couple.

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Kissing you is like kissing a cactus.

Carlos Colon examined his newly grown facial hair. Since growing it in, his boyfriend had refused to kiss him. He claimed that kissing Carlos was like kissing a cactus.

Chris Mordetsky, his longtime boyfriend walked into the bathroom. He had a small white towel wrapped securely around his waist.

"Since when are you modest?" Carlos questioned, raising an eyebrow. As far back as he could remember, he and Chris were never modest around each other.

"Since you grew the beginnings of a cactus," Chris murmured, turning the shower on. He removed the towel at the last moment and stepped in.

How long is he going to act like this? Carlos thought, brushing his teeth. He spat into the sink. Then, he moved into bed.

On his pillow was a white envelope. Carlos was baffled. What was it?

Carly it said on the front in small cursive writing. Carlos picked it up, turned it around and opened it. Removing a sheet of paper, he began to read.

9/24/05

Dear Carly,

Comfortable, Love? I hope so, seeing as I know you're sore and uncomfortable.

I know you're probably pissed at me for refusing to kiss you. Don't be, Sweetie. Let me be honest.

I just don't like the way it looks on you. Facial hair simply isn't you.

Keep it if you want. I can't and won't keep arguing with you about it.

I love you

Chris

Carlos rolled his eyes. Was he being petty by keeping the facial hair? He thought it made him look dignified.

"What to do," he muttered, slipping between the sheets. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

He woke up the next morning to find Chris sound asleep on the sofa. Rolling his eyes, Carlos stood up.

He loved Chris' stubbornness. He usually found it attractive. Other days, it annoyed him.

Carlos wandered into the bathroom. A razor and a can of shaving cream sat by the sink.

Could he make it anymore obvious? Carlos thought, slipping out of his boxers. He turned the hot water on and slipped into the shower.

Concentrating on his shower, he heard Chris open the door and relieve himself. Shampooing his hair, he thought that it was good that Chris was at least allowing himself to be in the same room with him.

"Morning," he murmured. Chris muttered something in his general direction. Then, Carlos heard the door close.

Slipping out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his head. Then, picking up the shaving cream, he lathered his face.

Only for Chris, he thought, running a razor over his face. Only for the one who drives me crazy would I do this, Before long, he was back to being clean-shaven.

I feel odd, he thought, surprised to find he DID look better.

Wouldn't Chris be pleased!

"Carly, put your pants on!" Chris exclaimed. "I am in no mood to see you nude!" Carlos rolled his eyes. What would it take to get through to his boyfriend?

"Can I have a kiss?" he murmured, keeping a towel wrapped around his waist. "Please?" Chris groaned.

"I told you I don't kiss cactuses!" Chris muttered. Carlos chuckled softly. "What?"

"Give me your hand," Carlos murmured, walking behind him. Chris humored him. Carlos picked up his lover's hand and gently ran it over his jaw line.

"It's smooth!" Chris exclaimed, dumbfounded. Carlos smirked. "You shaved?"

"Yes, I did. Plus I admit I was being stubborn." He said. "May I have my kiss?"

"Of course!" Chris squealed. Quickly, he passionately kissed Carlos.

THE END