Sleepless Antics
Sanji couldn't sleep for some reason. He had lain awake for the last half hour trying to find his way back to dreamland and failed. Soft murmurs from the hammock next to him caught his attention. He turned on his side to get a better view of the occupant, hoping that maybe he would do something of interest. If he couldn't sleep he could at least be entertained, right?
Zoro's blanket had fallen off sometime during the night, but it wasn't as if the human furnace needed it or anything. The thick skinned man could sleep in the harshest of climates and wake feeling refreshed. Sanji hated him for it. He wanted nothing more than to dump a cold bucket of water on the baka marimo and wake him up.
Zoro's hand moved from his chest down his stomach and settled on his crotch where it began rubbing at the growing bulge. Sanji thought his eyes might pop out of his head as he watched the swordsman rock his hips in time to an unknown rhythm. Beads of sweat collected on the tanned brow and a soft moan escaped the dry chapped lips. Sanji could tell Zoro was getting close when his breathing became erratic.
Sanji brought a hand to his own arousal and debated on just taking care of it right there in his hammock. The others had done it on different occasions, and it was an unspoken rule that it was ok as long as you didn't disturb anyone. Well, Zoro was disturbing the cook intensely, and Sanji needed to get out of there. He quietly swung out of his bed and locked eyes with the now awake green-haired man just as Zoro reached his climax. Sanji blinked and felt the blush creep up his neck as he cursed himself for getting caught. The cook watched the slight shudder of Zoro's body as he came and the black eyes glazed with desire would be forever etched in Sanji's mind.
Sanji stumbled and ran into the wall, tripped over his shoes on the floor, and missed the first step on the ladder as he tried to escape. As unobtrusively as possible he hurried to the wash room and shut the door behind him. In seconds he was stripped naked and standing in the cold water spray of the shower. His body shivered at the loss of heat, but the cook refused to jerk himself off at the moment, for fear of just what he would picture when he finally reached his peak. So lost was he in his thoughts, he didn't hear the door open and someone slip inside, this time locking the door.
Zoro eyed the naked backside of the cook and felt himself growing hard again. The sticky mess in his pants was his reason for coming here, so he quickly removed the soiled garment. He had to wash, so of course he would need to be in the shower, and why waste water? Silently he stepped in behind the blonde, and reached around him to adjust the water to a comfortable temperature.
Sanji froze as heat began to seep into his body from a solid mass behind him. A familiar tan arm came into view and turned the dials to let in warm water instead of cold. Just what did this bastard think he was doing? Sanji shivered as the heat behind him moved away.
"Oi, share the water asshole." Zoro's voice held all of its usual edge as he elbowed the cook out of the direct stream.
Sanji stumbled over a step but remained on the tile of the shower, watching as Zoro soaped up his body with the cook's bar of soap. He was completely unprepared when the swordsman reached out and started washing his pale skin as well. Hot, rough, calloused hands felt like heaven on his freezing skin and Sanji melted into the other's embrace. He leaned into the heat of Zoro's body and nuzzled at the larger man's neck, seeking heat any way he could get it.
Gently Zoro brought the blonde back under the water and rinsed away suds, taking liberty to caress every inch, except the 7 that Sanji really needed touched. When the soap was gone, Zoro turned off the water and wrapped his lower body in a towel. Tossing another to the dazed cook, Zoro picked up his soiled clothes and left the washroom. It took a full 90 seconds before a loud "What the fuck!" was heard echoing over the ship. Zoro pulled on a clean pair of pants and laid back down in his hammock with a satisfied grin.
Sanji stood there staring at his still hard and dripping cock, trying to decide if the last few minutes had actually happened or if it was some sick hallucination on his part. The scent of soap told him that it was real and the blonde screamed at himself in his head. The memory of the swordsman's hands on his body was just enough to help him get off as he thrust into his own hand fervently. Pissed, but no longer aroused, Sanji dressed and stomped back to the cabin. He turned his back to the now snoring swordsman and vowed to never try to entertain himself on sleepless nights again.
