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"You assholes better keep it down, I swear to god. I need my beauty sleep."
"Is that a recent thing for you?" John quipped with a frivolous smirk.
They were doing something they hadn't done before: a group holiday. Sure, they went to conventions, yearly to Tyler's for the Fourth of July, and occasionally Vegas, together. But the group, or whoever could come, had never been on a proper all-inclusive holiday. A week, or even just a handful days over one weekend, where everyone could just laze around, and not worry about work, cooking meals, and life in general. Everyone paid their share of the flights and hotel. And if there were additional costs later on, they'd deal with it then.
Unanimously, it was decided they'd go somewhere with perpetual sunshine. And stay at a hotel that was adult-only. No one wanted screaming kids ruining their day by the pool. And frankly, Matt couldn't wait to feast his eyes on John and Smitty in less clothes than normal. Subtly, of course. He'd brought his darkest sunglasses for that exact purpose.
The group had arrived at the hotel a little after six in the evening. The woman behind the desk had plastered on a pleasant smile and greeted them. Puffer and Megan took the lead in getting everyone checked in, and sorting out the room keys. Matt really hoped his room was on the same floor as John and Smitty's. It would make sneaking over a whole lot easier.
But as luck would have it, in an ironic turn of events, Pezzy had drawn the short straw. He would be in the room beside the infamous duo. Winning the lottery, as Matt had thought whilst trying not to let his disappointment show on his face. He'd offer to switch rooms in a fucking heartbeat; but he knew that would be far too suspicious.
Pezzy closed his eyes for a few seconds as they stood in lobby, comparing room numbers, and shook his head. "Nah, Droid, I'm bunking with you again."
Peeking over Grizzy's shoulder, a red tinge to his cheeks, Droid said, "Oh, yeah, okay, cool. I don't mind."
John leaned closer and muttered into Matt's ear. "Of course he doesn't."
Pezzy sent them a stern look when he caught them laughing. But he clearly hadn't heard the joke.
John stood up straight, fingers curling around the strap of his fanny pack. "I mean, if this is what it takes for two to finally-"
"Stop."
The inevitable joke was dropped, and instead John rested an arm on Matt's shoulder. As he felt his cheeks grow warm, he was asked, "Where are you?"
Matt tipped his keycard to one side so the other man could see the number. "The floor above."
John feigned disappointment, clicking his tongue. But there was a twinkle in his eyes, and teeth peeking through his smirk. Something that had Matt's heart skipping a beat. His gaze jumped down to his mouth for the briefest of moments. "Shame."
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After a buffet-style dinner - in which he had an ice-cold lemon beer and two plates of food - he waited around in his room for the better part of thirty minutes before inevitably heading up to John and Smitty's. Even if they didn't have sex, Matt just wanted to be with them. It had been yet another day of keeping his hands to himself.
He had a wank to pass the time. Opening his phone and pulling up a video Smitty had filmed of John in Matt's lap, fucking himself on his cock with a fervour that only he could possess. Porn had nothing on them. And it was surreal watching back a video of himself like this, because it allowed him to realise just how reactive he was when they had sex. Whining, squirming, hands constantly wandering, and hips bucking like a bitch in heat. Towards the end of this particular video, Smitty had stood up and positioned the camera at where they were connected. He almost didn't recognise it to be his own cock, as he watched the entire thing disappear over and over again inside of John.
His orgasm arrived shortly after, intense pleasure shooting down his spine and out of his cock. At the same time the version of himself in the video came too, the come slowly leaking out around his cock. Video-John lifted off, Matt's cock flopping over wetly. It ended moments after globs of spend dripped down from John's hole. Matt nearly came again.
He cleaned himself up, and changed into something comfier - a t-shirt and loose joggers. And this time, he didn't wait for a text before heading to the floor below.
The hallway was blissfully vacant as he stepped out of his room. He always found that to be the case. No matter how busy a hotel may seem, he would rarely ever pass by any other guests going to and from his room. And when he reached the lift, pressing the button to call it down, he was relieved to find no one inside. He shook out his shoulders in the empty space, attempting to rid the anxiety building inside him.
It wasn't like they had something planned. Not for this night, at least. A week ago, Smitty had put forth the exhilarating idea of Matt's first time as a bottom. He'd been antsy, to say the least, to be in that position. And maybe having Smitty be the first person to fuck him with something so big wasn't the best idea - but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about it often. To be ploughed into the mattress until he couldn't walk after. And to be stretched open far more than what he was able to achieve with just his fingers. Maybe tomorrow evening.
The lift doors slid open again, bringing him back to the present. And there actually was another guest. Pezzy stood there, both hands in his pockets. His posture initially casual, shoulders lax, but he straightened up when he saw Matt.
He gave him a strange look as they switched places. "Oh. Hey, man."
Matt plastered on a smile despite his heart rate picking up. "Hey. Where you off to?"
The lift doors began close, but Pezzy shot a hand out to stop them. "Jaime's room."
Matt nodded a little. "Cool."
"I wanted to be out before they- y’know."
"Yeah, makes sense." The doors tried to close again.
"What about you?"
"Oh, uh- Smitty has my charger." Stupid. That was a fucking stupid excuse.
The strange, disbelieving look returned. But only momentarily. "Well, be quick. You know how they are."
He chuckled, with an awkward scratch of his neck. "Yeah-yeah, good call."
This time, when the doors started to close, Pezzy let them. "Later, man."
"Uh- yeah, bye."
The moment the doors fully shut, he spun on his heels and sped-walked down the corridor.
Relief flooded him when Smitty opened the door only a few seconds after he'd knocked. Half-unbuttoned shirt and boxers, a sliver of belly peeping out. He stepped inside and kissed Smitty on the cheek, before brushing past him. The television was on, playing what he assumed was one of the only channels in English. John was sat up against the headboard, phone in hand. He too, in less clothes. Long, bare legs leading to his feet, intermittently flexing and pointing on the bed.
He toed off his shoes. "Saw Pezzy on the elevator."
Smitty had disappeared into the bathroom. "Yeah?"
"Where was he going?" John asked, lifting his chin expectantly. Matt leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, then wandered around to the other side of the bed, knee-walking across it to lay beside him.
"He was going to Jaime's room."
John clicked his tongue. "Surprise-surprise."
"I had to come up with an excuse."
Smitty left the bathroom with a smirk, a hint of teeth showing. "Oh, yeah? What was it?"
"That you had my charger," he told them with a small smile.
John hummed, whilst Smitty said, "Not bad."
They didn't fuck. Like Matt had rightly assumed. And he soon found himself sandwiched between them under the duvet covers. Smitty clung to his back, and John's sleep-relaxed face mere millimetres from his own. This was the life.