The glasses came in a few days later, Jack having paid for an express on his order because he'd be in the Battle Royale at Mania and Axxess the days leading up to it. Cesaro didn't get to see him after their night full of soft, sensitive words and sweet, cold desserts. But the Swiss man hopes he helped a little, made the younger male feel a little better because really, after all of Jack's hard work and dedication he needed to go easier on himself.
And really, Cesaro couldn't see how he could feel bad about how he was aging. Sure, the younger male was a little thicker than he used to be, but it was to be expected with age and it wasn't like it impeded him in the ring. But on a deeper, more intimate level Antonio thought the extra weight was quite appealing. Supple, firm muscle underneath a thin layer of softness that made the Swiss man drool at inappropriate times. What he wouldn't give to squeeze and to touch and to mark that soft, giving skin. Of course he didn't tell Jack that, though. Just like he didn't tell Jack the sight of him in glasses would surely make the older male hard in a heartbeat.
Regardless of his dangerously growing lustful thoughts, Cesaro kept texting the younger male throughout their different commutes of the next week with Axxess approaching them quickly. They had not-so-subtly booked a hotel room together, cutting their costs and knowing neither would be stuck rooming with an unfamiliar talent.
Axxess was a busy tizzy of excitement as it was every year. Cesaro was dragged here and there, meeting fan after fan, smiling for photos and signing so much that he thought his hand and mouth would melt right off of his being. But Cesaro continued without complaint, because he loved his job and he loved to give back to fans. Even so, there was a lot of relief rippling through him as he was informed his meet and greet was done for the day.
He snuck off then, looking into numerous rooms until he found the one labeled for Jack's meet and greet line. It was modest, but he had a fierce following of dedicated fans lining up. 'This is exactly what Jack needs', the older male thought with a half-smile gracing his lips as he joined the very end of the line, '...people who appreciate him'.
The line took more than half an hour to dwindle down, Jack staying twenty minutes past his signing period because he would be damned if he was going to let any man, woman, or child that dragged their asses here and spent hordes of money to attend the event be denied what they came for. Well, that, and…it felt good to have someone care about you. As he waved goodbye to the last boy in line, the hyperactive child jumping up and down excitedly as he clutched the newly signed figure to his chest, hearing him babble to his dad about how tall Jack was in person.
"S-Sorry…I didn't bring anything to have signed." The voice was nervous and familiar, Jack having been entranced by his phone for a moment to check his twitter, grinning goofily at all the pictures and stories fans were sharing. He tilted his head back, smile growing larger as he met the Swiss man's gaze.
But something was, off. Cesaro looked confused almost, or bothered, but Jack decided he would ask the older male about it earlier. He assumed he was exhausted, knowing the older male's line had to be twice as long as is. "How ya doin, Toni?"
'Great. Fantastic, considering those thick, black glasses frame your freckled nose perfectly, and your eyelashes somehow look even longer, and if your eyes got anymore blue I'd probably drown in them and I'm pretty sure your tears would taste like sea salt,' goes completely unsaid by the older male, clearing his throat as he sits next to him, lounging back. Of course Jack had to wear a tight blue shirt that made his eyes pop even more, that hugged his soft stomach so sweetly. "I'm alright…just a lot going on. Like it is every year, but you never get really used to it."
"No, ya don't." Jack was all soft smiles, shifting in his chair then as security closed the door to his signing room, leaving the two men alone. "But, I, uh…wanted to thank you, y'know…" He rubbed the back of his neck then, Cesaro's breath hitching as a long finger creeps up, the American pushing his glasses back into place. "…for being such an awethome dude."
Antonio laughed then, deep and genuine from his belly as he laid a friendly hand on Jack's shoulder. "Well, you deserve to be surrounded by awesome dudes. Because you are an awesome friend."
"Oh yeah?" It's said in a manner strange to Cesaro's ear, Jack's voice taking on a tone that's entirely unfamiliar to him. And suddenly plush pink lips and pale skin with tan freckles and thick-framed glasses were so close to him and Jack pops the spearmint gum he's been chewing since he quit smoking years ago.
"Yes, Jack…I consider you an awesome friend." Because what else could Cesaro say? Not like he could blurt out 'I want to ravage each and every inch of you. I want to make you scream my name until you come. And then make you come again. You would look so good on my tongue, so good on my cock.'
"You're not so bad yourself." It's followed by a small wink as the younger male shifts back, jumping a little when security opens the door again, informing them they have to leave because they're repurposing the room for Paige's photoshoot.
"Want to grab a bite to eat?" Cesaro asked then, knowing it was late in the evening and both their schedules were free.
Jack nodded, slinging a messenger bag over his head and readjusting the baseball cap, flipping it forwards. It casted a shadow Antonio could only describe as elegant over Jack's own delicate features. "My treat?"
"You sure?" The Swiss man chuckled his way out of the back entrance of the signing room, assuming the hordes of fans would be of a slightly lesser volume. "You know I can pound it a lot."
"Hell yeah, I'm sure…I'd probably be walking into poles and tripping over the ring ropes if it weren't for you." It's said rather bashfully, Jack's cheeks turning a slight shade of pink that contrasts with the dark frames well.
"Alright, but I want steak."
"You readin' my mind again, Toni?"