ZackRyder
My couch & I were nominated for Couple of the Year. JK. I was nominated for Social Champion of the year
Dolph rolls his eyes, closing the screen out and staring at the monitor. It's a harmless joke, he's been making plenty of them all evening himself, but still. It bugs him, a little. He wants to text Zack but in the middle of the show like this... well, it's never been a good idea in the past, especially when he's about to start fussing over something. Dolph sighs out a chuckle before resting his face against his chest. "Dammit, kid," he mumbles, wishing he could be with Zack tonight instead of here, states away and only able to talk with him via text until he gets back on the road and isn't in danger of being overheard, or worse, filmed on TV.
He closes his eyes and wonders what would happen if that should ever take place, how the fans and the other wrestlers would respond. He bites his lip and peeks again at the screen before sighing, staring at his phone. Zack's since gone quiet, probably watching the show and Dolph tries to as well, but not much of importance to him is happening. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion from all of the traveling and wrestling and working out and autograph signings and charity events and everything else weighing at him.
It's half a dream, half his imagination running wild, he thinks, because he's not fully asleep. Not yet, anyway. The TV is droning on, and people are walking back and forth, and it's all working together to keep him awake, but he's on the brink just enough that it feels beyond realistic, this muffled world he's picturing. Zack is sitting next to him and they're watching the show quietly, cameras on them when it's announced that they've won couple of year Slammy award. Zack flushes an interesting pink color and Dolph swallows hard, the two of them exchanging almost shy glances.
As they walk out on stage to accept the awards, the crowd is surprisingly supportive, Dolph barely even noticing the few on their phones. They lace their fingers around the Slammy and look at each other once more before Dolph leans in and kisses Zack, soft and simple, but filled with so much emotion that he can feel it tingling through his body even in reality. It takes him a minute to realize a tech is yelling, probably needing someone for an interview or something, and he sits up with a jerk, realizing that no, Zack wasn't here, they hadn't won any sort of a slammy, and they hadn't kissed in front of everyone. Looking down at his phone, he exhales upon realizing that Zack's last tweet is still highlighted on the screen. "Hm."
Deciding to go ahead anyway, he calls Zack. Listens to it ring in. When Zack answers, he sounds surprised. "Bro? Thought you were going to wait until the show was over."
"Yeah, I was going to, but I just wanted to let you know there's only one real Couple of the Year award winner around here, and it's definitely not you and that couch," Dolph says, his voice teasing but steel at the same time. As Zack listens quietly, Dolph tells him about his dream, trying to make the description of it as vivid as possible.
"That's some dream, bro," Zack finally says, his voice faint and a little shaky. Going public had been something neither of them had ever really discussed, because both knew neither wanted to do so. They were fine with their lives the way they are, and probably always would be, neither wanting that level of public scrutiny. "So. No couch, huh?"
"Nope, no couch." Dolph sounds self-satisfied and happy when Zack chuckles.
"Alright, bro. Well, you can prove that one to me when you come home tomorrow."
"Damn straight, I will, kid," he says before noticing a tech motioning to him. "Look, kid, I'll call you back later. I have to go handle some stuff."
"Alright, bye, bro," Zack says softly.
"Bye, kid." Scraping fingers through his hair, he gets up and follows the tech to handle business, phone still in hand.
