Zack stands outside of the bathroom, tapping his foot. "Oh come on, bro. It can't be that bad," he calls through the door, lips twitching in some amusement. "Let me see!"
"No," Dolph all but whines, shuffling behind the door annoying Zack even further. He's just about to grab the doorknob and force the door open when Dolph makes his way out, picking at the shirt that's a little loose on him. Zack's shorts are resting just so against his hips and he flushes, staring down at himself. "I look ridiculous! Your clothes are too damn big, I should just-"
He stops short when Zack shakes his head, their eyes locking. "You look good," he says. "Really good. Besides, it's just temporary, yeah? You'll get your stuff back, or go back to Arizona... no point in buying more just for the next couple of days..." His hand inches out towards Dolph, resting against the warmth of his stomach and Dolph shivers. "Ya know, I never really bought people saying how good others look in their clothes... but I think I do now..."
Dolph smirks at him, still hating all of this. Wanting, needing, his things back. "I wouldn't know, you never wear my shirts enough for me to get a good gauge."
Zack purses his lips, staring at him. "It really bugs ya, wearing my clothes this much?"
"Kid, it's not really the clothes that's the problem. I'm so screwed if I don't get my stuff back," he finally confesses. "That intercontinental belt... If I've lost it, well, hell, maybe I don't deserve to be champion just for losing it in such a dumb way. If I don't get it back, I don't know what's going to happen."
Zack cringes, not thinking about that before. "Oh... yeah." They sit quietly for a minute, Zack wishing there's something he could do to take that look off of Dolph's face. "Hey, I'll be right back," he says, offering a small smile before making his way back to the bedroom.
He has a number of wrestling shirts that friends have given him over the years, all preserved in plastic wrap and barely worn. Next to his Star Wars and Ghostbusters paraphernalia, these shirts are the things he takes the best care of, but he decides to make an exception. At least this once. Sighing, he reaches out and pulls out one of the nearest shirts, turning to look at himself in the mirror. "Well, here we go."
When he walks back out, Dolph looks up to say something to him about supper, when the words die in his throat and he swallows hard. "Kid..." Zack's wearing his blue Stealing the Show shirt, and Dolph swallows, suddenly understanding what he'd meant earlier. "Damn."
"Do I look completely ridiculous or what?" Zack offers with a weak laugh, smoothing the shirt over his midsection selfconsciously.
"No, it... looks really good on you. You should wear it more," Dolph says, getting up and punching Zack in the arm. "Why don't you?!"
Zack shrugs. "I dunno, bro. Between gym and everything else, I'm kinda rough on my clothes so I usually keep 'em in my closet so they're kept in good condition, y'know?" He stares down at himself. "But if it keeps you distracted from everything, sure, I'll wear it for awhile." He offers a smile at Dolph and then lets out a surprised noise when Dolph's hand cups his face and draws him in for a kiss.
"Thanks, kid," he murmurs against Zack's lips. "You should wear my clothes more often. Even if it is just for my eyes only."
"Well, maybe I will," Zack breathes out, grinning when Dolph kisses him again.
