@svtboo donated to Sami For Syria and asked for "Sami Jey fashion/outfit swap :D" It got. um. a bit out of hand. I blame Jey. Rated G, 2.2k words.
Sami glared at Jey, who was too busy asking his barber about the man's daughter's best friend's wedding to notice. Jey had personally flown him in from Florida for the occasion, which if you asked Sami, was total overkill. Of course, no one had asked him. When the marketing folks had suggested a "tag team style swap" series for the YouTube channel, Jey had jumped in with both feet to call dibs on Sami. Never mind that they'd never been an officially registered tag team, or that they hadn't tagged in months, or that they were on different brands. Jey "second only to John Cena in merch sales" Uso had volunteered to take on additional promotional work, and the crew would move heaven and earth to see it through.
Jey had reassured Sami that he would take care of everything, that all Sami would have to do was show up on time and let himself be pampered. And that might have raised a tiny little red flag in Sami's mind, but he hadn't been able to resist a chance to hang out with Jey at work. More fool him.
Jey had shown up wearing a Sami Uso merch tee, nondescript black slacks and shoes, and one of Sami's plaid shirts tied low around his waist in a way that Sami most decidedly would never style it. Sami had gotten distracted by his sudden understanding of why Jey always cut the sleeves off his shirts — the way his biceps were straining against the flimsy cotton could not possibly be comfortable — to think much of the fact that, when Jey had handed him a gym bag and all but shoved him into the locker room to change, Jey hadn't followed. Sami had just put on the perfectly normal Yeet shirt with the sleeves and hem cut off and the weird athleisure pants (he thought they were called crotch drop?) and the brand-new white sneakers and then followed Jamie from the social media team to hair and makeup, cracking jokes at her as they walked.
Jey had been talking to camera when Sami joined him, introducing the large, dark-skinned older man next to him. And that should have been another red flag, except Jey's already cheerful face had become impossibly brighter when he took in the sight of Sami in his clothes, and all Sami could think of as he sat on the makeup chair was that the awkwardness of walking in those weird pants had been worth it.
Now, 15 minutes and a lot of words he barely understood later, he was reconsidering just how worth-it it had been to agree to this.
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