They go back to the hotel early to get dressed for a fancy dinner.
Tyler's surprisingly the first one done getting ready, already showered and spiffed up his hair, looking handsome. He is in nice, fitting denims, a white t-shirt, and a thin, black coat; hair the crown jewel, perfect for lasting the night as he pushes away the half empty can of hairspray.
Joe and Caspar surprisingly take the longest. They decided to take a shower together, thinking it would 'save time.' Save time ending with Caspar on his knees and loud moans echoing on the walls of the bathroom.
When the two of them stumble out into their hotel room with just their underwear on, they scream and jump back, before realising it's just Tyler sitting on their bed and flipping mindlessly through their channels.
He looks over to them lazy after locking his phone, eyebrows furrowing, "Why is Caspar in lady panties?"
**
Meanwhile, Troye is slipping up his own pair of panties. They are cheekies of red lace, a black heart of see-through sheer on the back. When Jacob strolls out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, he taps Troye's bum lightly, purring a soft, "Sexy Mellet tonight, are we?"
He sits on the bed and grabs Troye's waist, a sweet, intoxicating scent of honeysuckle fumes from the hotel body wash drowns his nose, and he kisses Troye's bare tummy. He went to use some of the same body wash as well, but it was completely gone. He isn't sad, no, he knows Troye is trying. That's what matters.
Troye smirks, turning around and shaking his bum in Jacob's face. In his head, he is dancing to Partition by Beyonce, shaking his hips to the beat that's so clear in his mind. Jacob is moaning behind him, palming himself through the slip in the towel. That's when Troye smirks again, pulling his jeans up the rest of the way and buttoning them up with a smack to his own ass.
"Troyyyee," Jacob whines, falling back against the bed.
When they all meet in the hallway, Tyler is texting on his phone, glancing up to Troye and Jacob and muttering a, "Did'ya know Caspar wears lady knickers?"
They slide into the round booth of a fancy restaurant. The seats are leather over plush, the lights are dim, and they are all wearing too-washed jeans and wrinkly tops.
Jacob can feel Troye's knee bouncing beside his, so he places his hand over it, and rubs soothing circles into the fabric of his jeans. "How about tomorrow," he starts once he has leaned into Troye, "we go get a big bottle of body wash and strawberry milk?"
Troye sighs, looking to Jacob relieved, "You won't be upset? Because- like-" he cuts himself off and Jacob leans in, kissing the silky skin below his jaw.
"No, never. Hotels never give enough, and I kinda wanna scrub the ocean off, you know?" Jacob smiles into Troye's curls, "And as far as the strawberry milk goes, you've got me hooked."
(Tyler orders a clam chowder bread bowl, Caspar a salmon salad and Joe a lobster, whilst Troye and Jacob share a platter of sushi.)
They are all making small chat, waiting for their food to arrive with rumbling tummies. It was either a mediumly expensive dinner for the nights they stay, or one expensive one and the rest all cheap fast food. They chose the latter.
Joe keeps picking at the bowl of peanuts on the table,- which is odd enough, because peanut-buckets usually belong on roadhouse tables- cracking them open and handing them to Caspar, who slips them through his lips. Jacob is flicking his cracked shells at Tyler, who only flicks his hair in return, and continues to text on his phone.
