Zack stares at himself in the mirror, waiting. "Come on, bro, what are you doing?" he finally calls out, growing impatient as he waits until the bright lights.

Dolph finally enters the bathroom too, shaking a spray bottle. "Just checking my phone, hang on a sec." Zack huffs, then closes his eyes and waits, fingers pressed against the cool porcelain sink until finally Dolph turns to him and starts to spray the Nair liberally over his back. It's a common ritual between them, Dolph nairing Zack's back when he needs it, and Zack touching up his roots- which, Dolph thinks, will soon be a one-sided thing as he catches sight once more of the damaged ends of his hair after years of putting it through such rough treatment.

Finally Zack's back is covered and they settle in to wait the required ten minutes. Dolph is tapping his heels against the side of the tub, scrolling through his phone, while Zack hums under his breath. "Anything interesting going on?" he wonders, smiling as Dolph walks over and tilts his screen so together they can read different tweets on Twitter. "Take that as a no," Zack laughs after a couple of minutes, eyes twinkling as Dolph leans over and kisses him on the jaw lightly, careful not to get too close to his back or shoulders and smudge his handiwork as it dried.

Once the time is up, Dolph puts his phone down and grips a nearby towel, returning to Zack's side and lightly rubbing the foam off, leaving Zack's back smooth and soft. "There you go," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Zack's forearm before patting him on the chest and moving to throw the towel into the pile of dirty stuff for the hotel to deal with when they're gone. He settles in on the bed and listens as Zack starts a shower to finish washing off the leftover gunk on his skin that Dolph probably missed, idly watching the TV until the water turns back off.

Zack is warm and pliant when he settles into bed next to Dolph a few minutes later, teeth flashing in the shadowy room as Dolph shifts and wraps an arm around him, kissing the side of his face. "Thanks, bro. I'll see about your hair tomorrow."

"Sure, there's no rush," he responds, running his fingers through Zack's dark, wet hair and trying to make it stand back up once more. "I'm thinking about easing off on the bleaching anyway. My hair's really been rough lately, I don't think either of us would like me bald."

Zack sits up a bit, pulling his lip in between his teeth as he examines said coarseness with his fingers. "Yeah, I guess," he murmurs. "But how'll I make it up to you for doing my back then?"

Dolph half laughs, cupping Zack's face and drawing him in for a slow, soft kiss. "I'm sure you'll think of something."