A/N: I recently realized that I never posted this story on my account. Written originally for the LJ community 'springkink.' The prompt was: Goku/Sanzo: Unrequited longing - from either.
Feedback is always appreciated.
Sanzo said he needed cigarettes as soon as possible. Hakkai had caught the meaning behind the usual request, and volunteered Gojyo along to help carry their purchases. Goku had gone to take his shower, leaving Sanzo alone in their hotel room. His Smith & Wesson lay gleaming on the table next to him, and his supplies put carefully away. The dog-eared deck of cards sat not far away, still after five failed games of Solitaire. It was not a reliable way of keeping track of time, but it had become habit. If anything, it had started to feel wrong if Sanzo didn't clean his gun when Goku showered.
He could hear the water beat on the walls of the tiny shower stall in the next room. Goku was humming the song they had heard some street musicians play while waiting to check into the inn. He closed his eyes to listen. The melody had been tolerable, but the sort that Sanzo knew would annoy him if it were repeated too often. Here it did not, and the noise of Goku's interpretation relaxed him.
The cigarette was done, and he crushed it into the glass ashtray on the windowsill. For a moment, he was tempted to walk to the door. Not open it, of course, but get closer. Occasionally, if Sanzo were lucky, he would be able to hear Goku's rhythm change.
Goku was becoming quite the young man, and he didn't have to see or have a youkai's nose to know what Goku often did towards the end of his showers while the water remained on. They all did, he was sure, but it was Goku's he noticed. It made for excellent fantasy fodder, and Sanzo wouldn't hesitate to call on the images when it struck his fancy.
It wouldn't be that much longer before Sanzo knew Goku would figure out what was going on. He probably had an idea already, but Goku wouldn't make a move until he had a better idea. Maybe next time, Sanzo would simply join Goku.
Waiting patiently for Goku to finish, Sanzo enjoyed the restrictive pressure of his jeans, and for a chance to have a shower of his own.