Robert Stone wiggles his toes in his loafers with a frown, rolling his eyes skyward as he slouches back and waits. "Joaquin!" he finally calls out, impatient. "What's taking so long?"
"I... I just..." Joaquin huffs from the other room. "You swear this is all you want for Christmas? Seriously, man?"
"Yes," he says, snapping his fingers as if to summon his significant other to his side. "Come on, it can't be that bad."
Joaquin sighs. "I could buy you absolutely anything, Santos is really generous with pay, but-"
"Joaquin. Come on," Robert sighs. "It's not- If you hate it that much, I'm the only one that has to see it. Seriously. I just want to see it, that's the whole point of this."
Joaquin pokes his head into the room finally, brows furrowed. "It's not that I hate it, it's just- I..." Robert glares at him until he hangs his head. "Fine. I'm coming." He finally shuffles into the room fully and Robert's entire face lights up.
Instead of his deejay gear that sometimes works as wrestling gear, or the suits that Santos Escobar insists he wear to work with himself and Mendoza, Joaquin Wilde is standing before Robert Stone, wearing Robert's latest merch shirt, his socks, and the brand new mock up of Robert Stone Brand sweatpants Robert is mulling over pushing WWEshop to add to their list of things for sale.
"Damn," Robert exhales, eyes roving over Joaquin plastered in his name, his face, his branding. It's a pleasant, possessive warmth that spreads through him and Joaquin shifts anxiously on his feet.
"I... uh. Do I look ridiculous?" he finally mumbles. "I kinda... I kinda feel..."
Robert stands and walks up to him, spreading his hand over the shirt, down the sleeve, tugs lightly at it to ease some creases in the fabric, before looking up into Joaquin's uncertain eyes. "You look so hot," he mutters, lips twitching into a smirk when Joaquin blinks in surprise.
"I do?"
"Hell yeah," Robert says. Leans closer so his lips are close to Joaquin's ear. "Maybe some day soon I'll have to return the favor and dress head to toe in your merch so you can experience how this feels." Joaquin shivers a little and Robert grins, shifting to press a kiss to his lips. "This is already an amazing Christmas. Thank you."
"Oh, any time," Joaquin whispers, adorably flustered, a faint blush darkening his face as Robert presses another lingering kiss to his lips.