Flinging the door open Spud all but yanked Zema inside, "thank god you're here." Gesturing towards the mess of clothes strewn all over the bed he dragged a hand through his hair in frustration, "Ethan will be here soon and I have no idea what to wear."

"Woah relax bro," eyeing Spud's disheveled appearance with equal amounts of amusement and alarm Zema nudged him towards the sofa, "sit, relax, and let the master work his magic."

Scrubbing his hands over his face Spud groaned, "I never should have agreed to go out with Ethan Carter, what was I thinking? God Zema," flopping over he stared up at ceiling, "Ethan might be a complete ass most of the time …"

"Don't forget he's also the ass that fired you and shaved your head," tossing aside a horrid pink blazer Zema chuckled as Spud flipped him off. As much as he'd schemed to get those two together, he didn't want his friend to forget everything Ethan had put him through.

"As I was saying Ethan might be an ass but he's a rich ass and an absolutely bloody gorgeous one," waving his hand Spud gestured towards himself ruefully, "and I'm just some short British bloke that won a reality contest."

Finally finding what he was looking for Zema paused, frowning at how easily Spud put himself down, "don't be silly bro." Dropping the pants in Spud's arms he dragged the shorter man upright and gave him a firm shake, "you're a great catch, you're funny, smart, good looking and you have hair everyone is jealous of." Clapping him on the shoulder he grinned teasingly, "Ethan should be on his knees with gratitude you're giving him a second chance or," waggling his eyebrows he teased, "on his knees for another entirely different reason." He laughed at the bright red blush that spread across Spud's face.

"Zema," hissing when the other man wouldn't stop laughing Spud punched him in the shoulder, "you can't bloody say things like that." Willing his blush to fade he glanced down at the pants Zema had tossed at him, "and these are too small, I was planning on taking them back." Catching the other man's wicked expression he sighed, "which is of course why you picked them."

"Now you're getting the idea bro. Go put them on while I find a shirt," shoving Spud into the bathroom Zema yelled after him, "fix your hair too." Grinning at the other man's grumbles he knew he'd made the right choice in not letting Robbie come with him, Spud was nervous enough as it was, and his boyfriend's constant teasing would not have helped. Digging through the remaining pile of clothes he finally found the shirt he was looking for, shaking out the wrinkles he looked up as the bathroom door opened, eyes widening in appreciation. Ethan was a damn lucky man … certainly luckier than he deserved.

Smoothing a hand down the front of his pants Spud scowled at Zema's wolf whistle, "I might as well wear my wrestling gear for how tight these pants are." Taking the white dress shirt Zema held out he shrugged it on and buttoned it up, struggling to find enough room to tuck it in.

"They're perfect, trust me, Ethan won't be able to keep his eyes off you," stepping forward Zema batted Spud's hands out of the way and undid the top few buttons before rolling up the sleeves, taking great care everything was perfectly placed before standing back and observing his friend critically. The black dress pants fit snugly, emphasizing Spud's slim build and with the shirt sleeves rolled up, top buttons casually undone the effect was one of elegant sexiness, "almost perfect, you just need one more thing. I saw this the other day and couldn't resist picking it up." Grabbing the shopping bag he'd dropped by the door he handed it over with an excited smile, Robbie teased him about it but he enjoyed buying gifts for his friends.

Touched by the gesture Spud opened the bag, eyes widening in appreciation, "bloody hell." Looking over at Zema almost bouncing in place he smiled fondly, "it's gorgeous Zema, thank you, I love it," stroking the buttery soft leather longingly he forced himself to try to hand back the beautiful jacket, "but I couldn't possibly accept something so expensive."

Smirking Zema held up his hands and backed away, "it's non-returnable bro, plus there is no one else it'll fit, I had to like buy a child's size." Laughing he ducked as Spud balled up the bag and tossed it at his head.

"Prat," rolling his eyes at the other man's teasing Spud gave in and pulled the jacket on, instantly falling in love with how perfectly it fit.

"You look great," smiling encouragingly Zema was pleased to finally see Spud relax, checking his watch he winked, "and now I should get out of here before Ethan arrives. Remember have fun but don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That doesn't leave much," smirking as Zema gave him a thumbs up, not at all ashamed Spud's smile softened into one of gratitude. "Thanks for everything mate, you're a great friend."

"Anytime bro," satisfied in a job well done Zema waved goodbye and hurried back to his own room, Robbie had wanted to spy on Ethan and Spud's date, but he'd managed to talk him out of it by promising a fun night out on the town for themselves.