"I don't really like this place," Zack mumbles to himself, staring at the Winchester House. He'd been told to go there to pass out tickets to fans as a Wrestlemania promotion and yeah, he's down for doing anything the company needs of him but there's a creepy vibe in the air and he wishes he'd been allowed to go sight seeing with Dolph, or even just stay in the hotel room and eat room service. Anything but stand here and wait.
Finally people show up, he's gracious and grinning as he hands over tickets, takes pictures, tries to act normal for the cameras filming all of this. They thank him enthusiastically and then run off as the crew scurry around, getting things prepared for the next secret giveaway and Zack exhales, waiting for direction. To be told he could go back to the hotel. Something. Anything.
His eyes trail over to the house, scoping out the floors of the place, how there are doors leading out to thin air, and so many windows, so many levels. He exhales. Tries not to freak out. The grounds are beautiful, yes, and the weather is perfect, but he can't shake the sensation that someone's watching him from the house. He shifts, pops his collar to hide behind it a little and turns his back to look for the crew. Who have mysteriously disappeared on him, leaving him here on the trail leading away from the house, gaping uncomfortably. "Uh, bros, tell me you didn't leave me here!" he calls, listening to the wind shifting through the trees, the water rippling not far away. "Oh God, I'm so screwed," he mumbles, scrubbing his hands over his face and turning to look once more at the house.
He can sense it shifting on its unattached frame, and closes his eyes. "Come on, it's just a house, Zack. There's no one and nothing here-" He's barely gotten the words out when something brushes against his neck and he screams, jumping high into the air. "Oh my God, no, no, no," he breathes out, refusing to look behind him. "Look, ghost, spirit, whatever you are, I'm not here to mess with your resting place or anything like that, I was just here to give some, uh, you know, gifts to people, and I'm done so I'll be leaving now-"
His desperate ramblings die away when he hears laughter. Familiar, choking laughter. Gritting his teeth and turning, he glares down at Dolph, leaning over and wheezing into his knees. "No, please, kid, carry on- I'm sure the big bad ghost will easily forgive you for trespassing on these sacred grounds."
Zack stares on in rising annoying before stepping forward and pushing him, sending him even further off balance. "What the hell, bro, that was you?!" He crosses his arms over his chest. "I almost had a heart attack!"
Dolph struggles to stop laughing. "You should've heard yourself, kid. My God." He wipes at his face, wheezes out a few more laughs and then exhales gustily. "Wow. I'm surprised you weren't pleading for the Ghostbusters to come rescue you." Zack is looking more and more murderous with each word so finally Dolph lifts his hands. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again." Except that his laughter is barely restrained and, as soon as the crew returns, he falls into it once more, Zack glaring stonily on.
That's how the drive back to the hotel carries on, Zack quiet and angry, and Dolph laughing almost the entire way, not even disturbed by the glances he's receiving by people around them. "Oh come on, kid, it was funny," Dolph says once they return to the hotel and Zack is glowering down at his phone, checking to see what's next on his agenda for the weekend.
"Not really," he snaps. "I was alone and thinking how I'd rather be back here with you, because the place was seriously giving me the creeps, and then oh hey there you are, but just to scare me half to death and laugh at me for almost a half an hour straight. Not funny at all, bro."
He turns his back on Dolph, continuing to thumb through his emails, when Dolph sighs, his face shifting into a sort of grimace, all humor easing from him. "Alright, alright. I really am sorry, ok?" He walks forward, wraps an arm around Zack and tucks his face in between his shoulder blades. "C'mon, kid. I didn't mean anything by it, it was just dumb humor."
"Your speciality," Zack offers coolly and Dolph sighs.
"Yes, yes. My speciality." His lips are warm against Zack's neck and he hums. "Please? Don't be mad. It's Wrestlemania weekend, we're supposed to be having fun getting ready for the Hall of Fame and everything else." Zack sighs, eases his head back as Dolph's fingers graze over his abs, explores each muscle.
"Fine," he mumbles, turning around and wrapping his arms around Dolph's neck. "Just... stop being a jerk, huh?"
"it's in my DNA," Dolph says with a grin. "But for you, I'll try." He shifts up and kisses Zack softly. "Maybe we can go together and take a proper tour of the Winchester House. With a guide and everything. I won't convince him to leave you alone in there like the crew."
Zack gasps. Swats at Dolph. "I knew you made everyone leave! Jerk!"
"Your jerk though," Dolph points out, raising an eyebrow and smirking at Zack.
"Dammit," he mumbles, hesitantly leaning back into Dolph's warmth. "Yes, you are."
Dolph chuckles. Kisses Zack warmly. "C'mon, kid. Let's go look at our tuxes again."
