Its 4:46 am. Ok. The setting is uh. A bar by the beach. Miami is a kool place to live.
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"You can't drown your sorrows in beer all night long" Zoro signaled the waitress for another beer and replied "Just watch me" Sanji sighed and searched his pockets for his lighter.
The blonde looked out the window at the beach. Outside he saw bonfires and teens dancing, kissing, and having sex right out on the sand. He could be out there. Getting phone numbers and having sex, but no, he was here. Inside. Helping his friend recover from a nasty break up. For the tenth time.
"She'll come back. She always comes back" Lighting one of his 'cancer sticks' as Zoro called them, Sanji glared at the table. "You're right. She always comes back. But you have to stop taking her back. You're just as bad as Tashigi! She comes crawling back and you take her back in. Roronoa Zoro you, my friend, are an ass" Zoro gave Sanji a hard, cold glare. His green eyes burned into Sanji's blue ones. Giving a great sigh and downing the rest of the bottle, Zoro pushed the empty container away and said "What canI do? I have nothing left"
The assistant chef grinned. He was finally getting through to him! "Easy. You get someone else. Some one ten times better." The green haired teen gave Sanji a strange look. "I don't know anyone better than her…" Sanji look a long drag from the cigarette and chuckled. "Correction. You don't know any girls better than Tashigi" Zoro coughed and panicked. "Uh Sanji…we're just friends…nothing more, nothing less" The blonde looked horrified at the mere conceptfor a split second before hastily controlling his features.
"Me and you? Eww. No. thanks but no thanks. I like having all my brain cells. But in all honesty, you can get anyone you wanted if you just tried. Girl or boy. Teacher or student…hmmm. Why not that Mihawk guy? He's kinda hot. nice accent too."
Zoro almost up chucked. "NO! NEVER! If it's all the same to you, I'll look for someone else on my own" Smoke billowed from Sanji's nostrils as he muttered something about 'ruining his fun'
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"C'mon Usopp! Get up and dance or something! You're always drawing" Brushing back black hair the boy called 'Usopp' looked up at Luffy and Nami. "No" The red head girl snatched his pencil and dangled it in front of him. "Thief! Give back my pencil!" Nami cackled madly. "Never! Not until you dance at least one song with me" Luffy stood by with his hands behind his head, grinning. "Just do it buddy." Getting up and brushing sand off his pants Usopp muttered to himself "You're only doing this to make Vivi jealous…." "What was that?" "Nothing"
After 3 songs Usopp was ready to get back to his sketch pad when a cool blonde asked politely for a dance. At first Usopp couldn't believe his eyes. Sanji. Right in front of him. He had 2 sketch pads filled with him and him alone. Sketches and watercolor, all paled in comparison to the real thing, which was right in front of him. So much better close up,
Then half way across the room in history class.
The raven haired boy had thought he was talking to Nami, but the boys blue eyes were narrowed at him, not the girl.
Needless to say the artist forgot about his art for a while and reveled in Sanji's hands on his hips, guiding him. He smelled of spices and aftershave, all wonderful. He was too embarrassed to look up into his face so he opted for staring at everything but him. But…when he did look at the blonde, he would smile and Usopp's world would dissolve like butter, and Sanji's grip on his hips tightened to keep him steady.
Nami was flirting shamelessly with Zoro. The kendo captain was falling deeper and deeper into her trap with ever word. Their bodies close together and whispering so no one else could hear.
Luffy was being Luffy. Give him a couple of beers and he was everywhere. Dancing, eating, talking, eating, singing, eating, dancing. One guess on what he did the most.
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Sanji was about to burst. It'd taken him a while to figure out why this hottie looked so familiar. He was the guy from history class. Amazing. After coaxing the brooding kendo captain from the bar, he'd spotted a cute red head talking to someone on the sand, a tall dark haired guy beside her.
He watched the figure stand up from the sand and brush it off. He'd held his breath. Breathtaking features were in a frown as the girl led his new obsession to where others were dancing. While Zoro fended off whores and sluts, Sanji focused on the dark haired boy and watched his hips moves and his body sway. Nice.
After the third song, the blonde dragged Zoro across the beach with him to where the action was.
He was dancing barefoot in the sand with some cute guy from school.
God. To dance with him. Because the sand was uneven, the beauty slipped a bit, so Sanji chose to place his hands on his hips. Just to touch him.
As the songs grew more fast, more people came to dance. They were soon pushed up against each other, feeling the other's warmth. He didn't know what the other was feeling, but he knew what he was feeling something strong.
Sanji took the other teen's hand and pulled him from the crowd and onto the sidewalk.
When he gave Sanji a look, he shrugged "Too crowded" he nodded. Then they started to walk. It was silent for about ten minutes before the dark haired boy spoke. "You don't even know my name"
The blonde blinked and patted his pocket for a cigarette. "I'm-"
"Sanji, I know. It's hard to forget someone who pops up in every conversation" Sanji grinned. "I'm Usopp" "Nice to meet you"
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After the introductions were over and done with we talked a lot. Of course he knew all of this stuff already. Word gets around fast in school. But it was much better to hear it from his lips. Sanji dispelled some rumors with the truth and asked Usopp about himself. So there they were. Just walking and talking they didn't even notice where they were going.
Then the blonde whipped out his keys and the artist look up at a set of apartments. He gave Usopp a sheepish look. He only melted and nodded.
Sanji took his hand and led him up to the apartment. I'm in his apartment. Breathe…breathe…
Sanji disappeared into the kitchen. "You want something?" Usopp chuckled darkly at what had conjured in his mind from those words. Sanji flopped back on the couch and pushed a can of soda in his hands. "What's so funny?" "Nothing"
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He hated awkward silences.
He didn't have to worry about it anymore when Sanji leaned over to kiss him
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Sanji had gotten tired of it. He was just there, all hot cute. So he kissed him. He didn't expect a response that wasn't a slap. Usopp had melted in his arms and a groaned. That's what did it. That screwed him over.
The blonde had picked up the slender boy and carried him to his room and plopped him on the bed. Usopp landed on the bed with a slight bounce, hair flying over his face.
Staring at the boy, whose tanned skin contrasted with the white sheets as he gently pushed his hair back, undid him. For real this time. Unsnapping his jeans Sanji asked in a heated whisper "You ever done this before?"
The boy seemed a bit confused then said "Yes. Only once though." Once? If he's not complaining, neither am I. Sanji laid on top of the dark skinned beauty and took his mouth in a bruising kiss. Unbuttoning the jeans, Sanji slipped his hand inside and gripped the hot length, causing the boy beneath him to jerk and moan.
Licking the other shell of his ear Sanji whispered "I wanna hear you scream"
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Wow. Wow. Amazing.
Usopp had wriggled his way out of Sanji's possessive grasp and was standing next to bed, surveying the mess and Sanji's sleeping figure. He ignored the aches in his body and stared at everything in range. He wanted to engrave this in his mind and sketch it later.
His dark eyes riveted back to the blonde on the bed. The sheet was barely hiding his lower half while the blonde hugged the pillow and slept on, blonde hair spilling over the white pillow. The artist felt himself blush. The things he did! The things Sanji had taught him and…wow. He'd never forget this night. Ever.
But what if Sanji did? He didn't think of Sanji as a shallow person. But they'd just met and they…went all out. In the end Usopp just decided to write his number on Sanji's hand and get dressed.
Taking one last look at his (One time?) lover the slender boy closed the door and started towards home.
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Sanji didn't like waking up alone. He expected to see that face smiling at him when he woke. Alone. Nothing but the smell paints and a warm imprint on the bed for comfort. And even that sucked.
Mmmm. Usopp had been so responsive to everything he did. He liked that. A lot. And his hair was so curly and stringy. He liked it a lot when Usopp would turn his head sharply and the strands would be splayed across his cheeks.
Getting out of bed and stretching, Sanji made his way to the bathroom. After doing his business, he washed his hands. This had become a reflex after working as an assistant chef since five. Somewhere in his sleepy mind he wondered why the water was blue. Water was not blue. Was he dreaming?
Turning off the water, Sanji lifted his hand and saw in horribly faded ink the name "Usopp" and some numbers. He could barely read a thing. Oh god. Usopp had taken the time to write his number down and he washed it off! Shit!
After cursing himself out thoroughly, the blonde stared at the unreadable print on his palm. He'd always see him again in history class. Sanji clenched his hand into a fist.
Till then!
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I made this long and pointless. Shoot me NOW. Yea.