Blue orbs widened as Sanji checked each man that were lined up for him to devour. Or maybe, for them to devour him. He had not thought about it clearly yet, only he was sure that the threesome was definitely happening. His eyes darted from left to right as he checked the names and the pictures that were posted as thumbnails.
Sanji was currently looking at the men that were in the Popular column. He had enough money to pay for the service so, why not indulge, right? This would be happening once so, surely an expensive amount would not kill him and Zoro, right? He breathed in heavily as he decided to check the men one by one, frowning as he did so.
"Babe," Zoro started casually, "you look like you're about to hurl." The moss brain was laying down on the bed with an arm behind his head, just inches away from Sanji, his eyebrows quirking in an inquiring manner.
"Shut it, pea brain. I'm trying to concentrate here," Sanji spat, flicking Zoro's forehead.
Zoro snickered, but he did not care, and went back to looking at the website.
He read the names that were in the list, after translating the page to English. Some pages were not fixed in English since it was catering mostly on Japanese customers. Honestly, why are some Japanese websites pain in the ass sometimes?
Popular Boys
Ace:
-20 years old
-Friendly and polite
-Good service
-Sporty muscle body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex)
Shanks:
-28 years old
-Gruff, but friendly
-Great Service
-Handsome and sexy body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), top (anal sex)
Cavendish:
-24 years old
-Jolly, friendly and honest
-Good Service
-Handsome and sexy body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), top (anal sex), bottom (anal sex)
Law:
-22 years old
-Silent and shy
-Great service
-Lean and sexy body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), top (anal sex)
Lucci:
-27 years old
-Gruff and honest
-Good Service
-Handsome and muscular body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex)
X Drake:
-27 years old
-Friendly and honest
-Great Service
-Lean and muscular body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), top (anal sex)
Sabo:
-20 years old
-Polite and silent
-Good service
-Sporty muscle body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), bottom (anal sex)
Kid:
-24 years old
-Gruff and silent
-Great service
-Muscular and sexy body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), top (anal sex), bottom (anal sex)
Mihawk:
-28 years old
-Silent and mysterious
-Good Service
-Handsome and muscular body
-He can do foreplay (kiss and oral sex), bottom (anal sex)
He clicked each name to check out the images, starting off with Ace. He leaned back on one of the pillows that he propped up earlier and relaxed as he took in the boy's features.
Striking jet black hair with a few freckles that painted his face, he was handsomely boyish. The grin that was plastered on his face was cocky, but genuine. Just like what was written in his profile, he looked friendly enough. He enlarged one of the photos and Sanji's mouth quirked into a smile. Ace was tied up from behind in an angle where he was showing a queer tattoo on a bicep. He wore nothing besides black boots, black knee-length shorts with an eyelet-studded orange belt, not that Sanji was interested with the rest of his clothing. Sanji's eyes stared at the muscular build of the boy, who did not really look like 20 at all. Fuck! Are these guys really this old? His face looks eighteen to me, Sanji mused as he moved to another man's profile.
Shanks, he read the name, quite thinking that it was ridiculous. Maybe it's a nickname or whatever, he decided. When the page buffered for a second, he almost got irritated at the Internet. As the page was finally revealed, he moaned. The man had a red hair. A red fucking hair. Who dyes their hair red these days? Then, he remembered that his lover had green hair. He removed the thought away and focused on the man's other features. He wore a plain semi-translucent white shirt which was only half buttoned, leaving almost half of his muscular chest exposed. He was standing in an awkward angle to show his lean and muscular legs as well. He was handsome in a way, but he was not Sanji's type.
He wanted to know more of the men, but it's really difficult to check out everyone. "Zoro," he turned to his lover, "did you find anyone in particular that you liked here?"
If Zoro were drinking something hot, he would have been burned, choking on the drink. Zoro's face was searing red, like he was branded. "Wha- where the fuck did that come from?" he blurted out, avoiding Sanji's gaze.
Sanji grinned widely. "Oh, you did huh?" His tone was of disinterest, but his actions were contradictory. "Who is it?"
"Sanji," Zoro warned, his voice close to a growl. He didn't want Sanji to make fun of him about his tastes... especially when it came to other men. He just did not want Sanji to know that he was not the type he used to like before Zoro knew him.
"Oh, come on, babe," Sanji japed. "What's wrong about me knowing?"
"You knowing it would earn me a month's worth of teasing, shit cook!" Zoro exclaimed.
Sanji chuckled. He loved riling up his boyfriend and it looked like he did it again. "I can't believe you have a different type!"
Zoro's eyes darkened as he answered, "Yeah. I didn't have a thing for thin blondes before you came along."
"Fuck you!" Sanji practically screamed, "I'm not thin! I'm sexy!"
"Hah," Zoro made a face and Sanji just had to punch him on the shoulder as he snickered.
He knew that Zoro was just making fun of him; that Zoro loved him. He had never thought that he would fall head over heels with the green-haired man, but he did and it was the best damn thing that had ever happened to him. The excitement of every touch that Zoro offered him was beyond heaven's gift. When he started falling for the swordsman, it wasn't easy. He was a ladies' man before Zoro, and when he fell for the man, he fell hard. Zoro never hurt him deliberately and their banters were just for fun. There was no heat; no anger. And, there was attraction that neither realized until Sanji grabbed Zoro's collar one day during a fight and latched his lips onto the man.
The day was a bit warm and summer was just around the corner. Zoro was a year above him and it was just a month or two before Zoro's graduation. Zoro was the president of the kendo club while Sanji was a member of the kickboxing club in which both clubs sometimes held activities together.
It was one of their meets when Sanji fought one on one with one of the kickboxing finalists. Sanji fought hard and exerted effort, but he lost. One point. It was the worst fight that Sanji had ever participated. He fell down on his ass as Gin kicked him full on the stomach. He doubled over, coughing as he held his abdomen with a hand over it. Pain shot through him like electricity. He laid down on the blue nylon mats, his breathing short and hitching. Most of the participants laughed at him except for one. A green-headed senior.
Zoro, who he had learned the name from one of the green-headed's matches, outstretched his arm. He was silently telling Sanji that he was helping him. He acknowledged and held the hand and for a second that lasted a lifetime, Sanji was brought up and was able to stare at the depths of onyx orbs. Time stopped and stood still. All Sanji could feel were callous, but gentle hands. His heart was beating so hard that he thought he was going throw it up. He had never felt that way before; not with any woman that he had dated; not with anyone at all.
"Are you okay?" Zoro asked. His voice was filled with genuine concern that Sanji almost laughed. He did not realize that the Zoro who was famous for his unique skills was this amiable and thoughtful.
He cleared his throat before he embarrassed himself for staring at the man, "Yeah." He stood up and thanked him.
Zoro was about to turn around when Sanji grabbed his collar and just did the worst and best thing that he had done in his entire earthly existence, he kissed the man full on the lips. It was as if sparks of life filled him from within. Sanji used the muscle of his tongue to push through the parted lips of the green-headed man, who was still shell-shocked at what had happened. He closed his eyes and just let the sensation of his tongue playing with Zoro's make him woozy, his hand tightening its hold on the other man's shirt collar. And just as fast as how the kiss happened, the magic immediately disappeared.
Sanji lost his footing when he pressed even further onto Zoro which enabled the other man to push him away from him. "Man, what the fuck?" Zoro dusted off his shirt and dragged the back of his hand on his lips to wipe them. Deep dark eyes looked at him like he was a disgusting bug.
It was so embarrassing that Sanji slowly backed away and when he reached the door, he bolted out and ran. He ran like he had never had run in his life before. It was the only time that he was scared. He was scared not because of deadly weapons or huge goons, but because of shame. He was ashamed of what he had done. Though, during the kiss, everything felt just right. That was the scariest part of it all. IT FELT FUCKING RIGHT.
His heart was pounding, deafening him. He did not dare look behind for he did not want to know what Zoro was thinking about him; he did not want to see those eyes that were judging him. He found himself wheezing, holding his knees as he bent forward, at an empty coridor. He couldn't breathe; the short gasping intakes of air couldn't suffice the void in his lungs. "I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have done that." He kept muttering the sentence, cursing himself all throughout.
When he came home from school, he dumped all of his things quite haphazardly on his desk. He pressed the heels of his palms on his eyes as he replayed what he had done on his head, sitting down on the floor while he restrd his against the door of his bedroom. The kiss, the surprised look in Zoro's eyes, and the intensity of it all. Why he had let it happen was beyond him. But he found himself bringing one of his hands on his lips, recalling the taste of the swordsman. It was kind of like dark chocolate misted with cinnamon with a hint of a tangy flavor that he could not pin point exactly. Whatever it was, it tasted oh so delicious and he was craving for more.
However, the following weeks were hell. Sanji was not a coward. He just did not want to see Zoro near. He did not hide. He just did not know what to do once they saw each other again. No, he was not a coward. That word was never in his vocabulary. The only thing that he could think of was that he fell in love at first sight and he did not even know that it was possible. And with a man!
Sanji shook his head as he tried to focus on Zoro. "So..." he murmured, "who is it?"
"No, Sanji. I refuse to tell you who it is." Zoro turned away, trying his best not to look at Sanji who was already giving him the puppy pout.
TBC
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