good time [monthly prompt]

Freezing their asses off by being nearly buck-naked in January weather was Saoirse's idea, which supposedly made it better than Sacha's idea of a good time by default. That was a bit unfair. His ideas were much more comfortable, for one thing, and Saoirse seemed more interested in getting him out of the house than they were with having fun—which, wasn't having fun usually the point of having a "good time"?

So, there he was, making his way uphill after Saoirse. They didn't even seem cold, despite only wearing a fluffy bathrobe over their swimsuit, and they were setting a frankly brutal pace. They "knew a place", and they'd been walking together for what Sacha knew to be just under thirty minutes (even though it felt like an eternity and a half.)

However, Sacha valued keeping his head attached to his shoulders too much to say much of anything on the matter. And this friendship was probably worth a little bit of frostbite... how many other friends did Sacha have, really? It wasn't like Jackal or Hutch seemed to really enjoy his company. 

He wasn't close with either of them, anyways. They were more like acquaintances—he wouldn't invite either of them into his apartment, for example. Saoirse, however, had taken the first opportunity to barge into Sacha's apartment (he wasn't exactly sure when he had given them his address...) and they had immediately declared it unlivable. ("Sacha, why is your mattress on the floor...? How do you live like this?!")

Saoirse seemed to have his best interests in mind. 

It was mostly for this reason that Sacha had even gone along with the idea of going to a hot spring in the first place. He'd never been to one before—it was undignified for someone of his standing to be naked around strangers!—but Saoirse had assured him before they left that it would just be the two of them. 

Another thing that Sacha liked about Saoirse was their seemingly effortless confidence. They were nearly always in their doll form, and while Sacha felt that his was cute (if a little gangly and awkward) Saoirse was gorgeous. This was just a fact—Sacha could see the way that other buns tended to stare when the pair of them walked together. Of course, he wanted to believe that all eyes were on him... but he wasn't /that/ divorced from reality. 

In addition, Saoirse usually left very little to the imagination with their everyday outfits, and their swimsuit was no exception. Even though Sacha had only caught a glimpse before they'd put on a bathrobe, it was a pretty little two-piece that hardly covered anything. In fact, the material seemed a little thin... once it got wet, wouldn't it be see-through? 

"—Sacha? Are you still in there?" Saoirse's voice cut into his train of thought. "We've arrived."

Was he really that lost in thought? The warmth he was feeling must've been coming from the nearby air—it wasn't as cold here as it was on the way up. 

He blinked quickly, looking around the clearing. Steam was rising through the air in lazy ribbons, coming off of a pool of water that was nearly perfectly circular. It was inset into the ground, and if Sacha had to guess it almost seemed man-made, with how perfectly the greenery enshrouded the area. 

Saoirse was already taking off their bathrobe, folding it neatly in their arms and setting it down near the water's edge.

Sacha set down his towels beside them. 

Cautiously, he touched the water—pleasantly warm, bordering on a little too hot—before lowering himself in. The pool itself was shallow enough around the edge for him to sit comfortably with his body submerged up to his chest. 

A few moments later, Saoirse joined him. The pool must've been large enough for at least a dozen buns to fit in it comfortably, but they'd decided to sit right next to Sacha. 

Maybe they just wanted this seat for some reason... Sacha moved to give himself more room, but Saoirse's hand caught his. 

"Where are you going? You're not tired of me already, are you?"

They pulled him back down into a sitting position, guiding his hand to their thigh. It was just as soft as he imagined it being...

"We came all the way out here. Why don't we make this a good time?"