#vacancy90

His stomach drops for a second, before the rational part of his brain takes over. Mathieu’s not in bed where Wout left him—but he’s not gone. His clothes are strewn all over the floor, shoes kicked off by the door, bag lying open on the armchair. The windstorm Mathieu leaves behind takes longer to clean up than the couple of minutes Wout let him out of sight. 

And across the room, the sliding glass door is cracked open just enough to let some air in.

Mathieu’s in the hot tub when Wout walks out, sunk down far enough that only the tops of his shoulders are visible. Still, Wout can see how his skin is already turning pink from the heat, and Mathieu watches him keenly as Wout approaches the tub. 

“Jumbo splurges on you, eh?” Mathieu says. “You didn’t tell me there was a hot tub.”

“Next time I’ll give you the full tour beforehand, if you can wait a little longer to get my cock in your mouth.”

“Hey,” Mathieu says. “I could’ve waited.”

Wout snorts. “Sure you could’ve.”

The hot tub is really only big enough for one person—and Mathieu’s big enough on his own that Wout isn’t planning on getting in and risking overflowing it. He scratches through the short hair on the back of Mathieu’s head instead, and Mathieu leans into Wout’s hand like a cat.

“I’ve never fucked in a hot tub before,” Mathieu says. “This one’s a bit small, but it’ll do.”

“No,” Wout says. “I can’t believe you’re already thinking of going again.”

Mathieu pouts. “You’re no fun."

“Slut," Wout says, too affectionate to really be taken seriously. He tugs Mathieu’s head back lightly, although his hair is still too short to really get a hand in and pull. Still, Mathieu’s eyes go a little hazier. Wout wouldn’t be surprised if he was starting to get hard again.

“Really, Matje?” he says. “Already?”

“I didn't deny it, did I?" Mathieu says. "Of course I'm thinking of going again."