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Julio fixes his slacks, too slow if Andrés can say anything about it.
"Come on, Julio. Don Benjamín wants us all downstairs in five minutes."
Julio looks at him with the same disdained front he always puts, a sarcastic 'yeah?' on his face.
"Let him wait then." He smiles, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt to put on the gloves. "I'm in no hurry."
"Right. You're never in a hurry. They're going to fire us if we always run late."
Julio draws closer to Andrés, his eyes softening. "C'mon, darling." He puts a hand over Andrés' shoulder. "You're going to have a permanent frown."
That brings a small smile out of Andrés, but it soon fades away when he sees the tearing of the fabric in the waist of Julio's slacks.
"No!"
"What? What's going on now?"
"Your pants; they're broken; you have to — you have to change them now!" Andrés gestures everywhere with his hands.
"Right…" Julio licks his lips.
One look tells Andrés everything he needs to know. Julio's cheeks paint a little pink.
"You don't have another pair."
"Nope."
"Julio!"
"Alright! I forgot to do the laundry."
"I'm going to kill you," Andrés hisses, moving to search for something between his drawers.
"But it's not even visible. I put them on and I didn't even notice they were broken, Andrés." Julio raises an eyebrow, admiring how Andrés takes off his jacket. "Andrés?"
Andrés turns around, needle and thread in hand.
"D'you see how you got me playing mother?"
Julio bursts out in laughter.
"What are you laughing at? It's not funny. Don Benjamín must be wondering where we are. And what are you waiting for? Take them off!"
Julio swallows and gives slow steps towards Andrés.
"But we'd be losing more time that way…"
Andrés sits on the bed, resignation already noticeable on his face. "You want me to sew them with you in 'em."
It's an affirmation. Andrés already knows what Julio's little naughty smirk means and he can never deny him anything, the same way he can't deny the logic behind his words.
"Alright." He makes a defeated gesture with his hand and head. "Stand between my legs."
Julio sucks in a breath—
"And don't say anything!"
Julio laughs, but he obliges.
While Andrés sews his pants, Julio's left hand begins to caress his hair.
Andrés raises his head, his kicked puppy gaze goes straight to Julio's heart.
Julio brushes his knuckles against his cheekbone. "Am I bothering you?" He smiles.
Andrés sighs, tugging Julio down from his waist until he bends and kisses him.
For all he flirts, Julio's kisses are always sweet.
"Ouch!" Julio pulls back laughing, grabbing his own waist. "You pricked me!"
"I know," Andrés admits with a tender smile. "I'm done."
"See? I told you it'd be quicker."
And quick they put on their jackets and run down the stairs, although in the middle of these Julio stops them.
"I'm not letting them kick me out," he promises him and Andrés squeezes his hand once, knocking the air out of him with the intensity of his gaze, and then they're back to running.
No, Julio thinks as his mother-in-law lectures them for being late, if they want me to go they'll have to do it forcefully… Or along with Andrés.
C'mon, they all know that the two of them are a little bit like needle and thread.