"Finally!" Dolph exclaims, all but hugging his luggage as he examines it closely. Considering it'd been lost for days, it looks in fine condition, no damage visible. He sighs and hits the back of his head against the wall, barely catching the pinched look on Zack's face at him doing such things despite the concussions he's suffered in the past. "I can't tell you how relieved I am to see this dumb bag."
Zack peeks in as Dolph pulls the Intercontinental belt out and hugs it to his chest, murmuring to it like it had been a lost child. He chuckles, propping the lid open the rest of the way and stopping short. "Bro, you had booze in here?" he asks, eyes flickering over to the autographed picture of himself on top of everything else. "Um..."
Dolph flushes and tries to grab for the bag, pull it away from his curious eyes, but it's too late. Zack has the bedazzled handcuffs hanging off of one finger now, an eyebrow quirked as he stares at Dolph. "So," he says, voice distressingly highpitched. "Some weather we're having today, huh?"
Dolph huffs at him before snatching the handcuffs away. "Stop nosing through my stuff," he snaps, though he knows it's ridiculous. They've lived together long enough that they know each other's habits, and this is probably far from the weirdest Zack's seen mixed in with Dolph's things.
Zack shrugs, holding his hands up in surrender before backing away from the bag. "Fine, bro. Just got me curious why you brought along the autographed picture I gave ya. Isn't the real thing enough for ya?" He smirks as Dolph rolls his eyes and re-organizes things in the suitcase, pulling out the beers and Naked juice to refridgerate them.
Zack, growing brazen again, slips up behind him and picks up the autographed picture. "It is a pretty good shot of me," he offers, eyeing it and hearing as Dolph's breathing grows a little rougher.
"Yeah," he mumbles. "It is. And it was the first picture WWE had taken of you for awhile, remember? So you gave it to me and said..."
"I said I wanted you to have the first official autographed copy."
"Yeah," Dolph breathes out.
"I didn't know that meant so much to you, bro, that you would bring it along on tours and stuff," Zack whispers, brushing Dolph's hair aside so he can kiss his neck.
"It meant a lot to me because I knew finally getting to take another picture meant a lot to you," Dolph says, his eyes dark and fixed as Zack's hands tilt his head so their lips can meet in a proper, lingering kiss. "Hey, kid."
"Yeah, bro?"
"Let's take the beer and see what we can find to do with the rest of the stuff in the suitcase." Dolph's grin is wide and a bit lecherous- when is it not, though?- and Zack rolls his eyes.
"Alright, bro. That beer is nasty though," Zack mumbles, already missing his Budlight Limes.
"Yeah, well, they need drank," is all Dolph says, gripping Zack by the hand and dragging him into the other room.
