tumblr fame chapter 11
When Sanji woke up his eyes cracked open just enough for him to look up at the yellowing ceiling. The blond inhaled deep, eyes slowly closing again as he took a moment to focus on how well he'd slept. He didn't remember the last time he'd gotten such a good night's rest.
Zoro moved besides Sanji, large warm arms tightening their grip on Sanji's waist and startling the blond wide awake. Sanji's blue eyes snapped open as last night's activities came rushing back. Sanji's heart was hammering in his chest as the feeling of Zoro's skin against his rushed over him like a tidal wave.
Sanji bit his lower lip, smudged remnants of lipstick scraping off and pooling at the back of his teeth. Sanji frowned in disgust. That was right. He was still wearing makeup… and a skirt. He could feel the crumpled fabric pressing into his skin.
Sanji was feeling completely rested though, but that could just be because of the sex. The blond craned his neck to look at Zoro's beaten up old alarm clock, narrowing his eyes and using the arm not slung around Zoro's shoulders to push down the pillow obscuring his view.
5:37 am.
Sanji's eyes snapped open. WHAT? He'd slept for almost 11 hours!? The blond groaned loudly, rubbing his free hand over his face and smudging more make up in the process. He'd just been planning on taking a NAP damn it! Not sleep for over ten hours! They missed dinner!
The blond looked down at the green haired man currently drooling onto his chest. It was all Zoro's fault! Zoro with his damn cuddling and perpetual napping! Sanji started struggling, attempting to free himself from Zoro's iron grasp.
It was much harder than it looked. Sanji was still half wrapped in sheets from Zoro's attempts to prevent his escape to the kitchen, and the swordsman's legs were thrown carelessly over Sanji's. The man was heavy damn it!
Sanji sighed and his head fell back on the pillow. He wanted a shower. He was sticky with cum and lube and Zoro was drooling on his chest. Sanji reached over to get his cigarettes, lighting one and taking a long, soothing drag before he blew the smoke into the air.
He allowed his hand to wander over Zoro's shoulder, tracing soft, flowing patterns into tanned skin and soft muscle before he ran his fingers through the green hair at the back of Zoro's head. His heart was beating a little faster, and if Zoro was awake he would definitely hear it.
Zoro's snoring eased a little at Sanji's delicate touching and after a few minutes of fumbling, Sanji managed to move the other man's thick, muscular arm enough to slip out of the man's embrace. Sanji's legs were still tangled in the sheets and Zoro's clinging embrace though, so when the blond attempted to sneak away for a shower, all he succeeded in doing was face planting inelegantly on the floor with a loud thump.
Sanji held his breath for a moment, one leg still tangled on the bed while the other was on the floor, cum stained skirt standing at all angles around his waist as he struggled to rise up on his elbows.
His face was completely red and his cigarette had been crushed by the impact, leaving Sanji nervously awaiting the inevitable mocking laughter from behind him. With cold sweat on his skin, Sanji hesitantly glanced over his shoulder, expecting Zoro to be leering at him from the bed.
The swordsman was still asleep, thankfully, green hair partially buried in the pillow and arm lying limp across the space Sanji had occupied just moments ago. The blond untangled his leg with a few awkward movements, getting up and dusting his knees off when he was free.
Sanji looked over to his own cold and uninviting bed. The blond passed it without even a second look, fishing out clothes for the day from his closet. Zoro's snoring had resumed and Sanji was genuinely surprised he'd been able to sleep through all that noise.
Even though Zoro usually slept through Sanji's morning routine, the blond still tip toed from the bedroom, making his way across the small living room and into the bathroom. The door was a little bent on the hinges, probably from Sanji kicking them in the day before.
The blond flicked on the bathroom lights and the first thing he noticed was Zoro's bottle of alcohol lying half open in the sink, clearly forgotten in Zoro's haste. Sanji closed the bottle with a single twist of the metal cap, placing it on the counter properly before he locked the door and started peeling the grungy skirt off his hips.
Sanji tossed the fabric aside, running his fingers over the reddened marks on his hips and buttocks. He was covered in little red trails from Zoro's fingernails. Sanji turned around, looking over his shoulder and tracing the paths on his flesh gingerly. He watched his own reflection in the mirror: disheveled, smudged and splattered in cum… both his own and Zoro's.
He smelled like Zoro. Sanji could feel the smell lingering in his hair and on his body. It wasn't the same as when he woke up covered in a fruity perfume from some delicate lady. This smell didn't give him a bad taste in his mouth and bother his sensitive nose. It was a much more natural smell, even if there was some sort of aftershave or something mixed in with it.
Sanji frowned at the horrible state he was in, he barely looked like himself. The blond shook his head tiredly, turning on the shower and stepping in as soon as the water warmed up.
He didn't WANT to smell like the swordsman anyway.
Sanji turned his face into the cascade, allowing the warm water to stream down his face. A few stubborn scrubs with a washcloth later and Sanji's face was make up free.
Zoro's hair and hygiene products were stuffed in the corner of the shower near Sanji's feet. After several curious moments spent trying to read the upside down label Sanji to picked up the black, half-empty plastic bottle that Sanji assumed was Zoro's body wash. Stepping from under the spray of the shower for a moment, the blond popped the cap open and curiously sniffed it.
It DID smell like Zoro, just… less musky. Sanji awkwardly glanced to the door, flicking the bottle upside down to get a small amount of the bluish green soap. It smelled fresh and clean, but the label looked foreign and all that the bottle said in English was in small text below the logo reading: "energizing deep sea algae blend".
Something to do with the ocean then? Sanji loved the ocean.
"Fitting for a seaweed head like Zoro." Sanji muttered under his breath, awkwardly rubbing the small amount of soap between his hands until it foamed lightly. Sanji coated his arms and chest in the rich lather, cleaning himself thoroughly and inhaling slowly as the scent started to linger.
He brought his hands down to his hips and ass, softly spreading the Zoro-scented soap over the rapidly fading red streaks on his skin. Details of last night started to trickle back to Sanji uninvited, flashes of Zoro's aroused expression and the sound of Sanji's name spilling from the swordsman's lips echoing in the back of the blonde's head.
What exactly was he doing? Did he actually think this whole thing with Zoro could work out? Sanji rubbed his skin harder, as if the smell of the soap could wash away the fact that every single one of Sanji's relationships had, so far, ended horribly.
Sanji paused, staring at the suds disappear down the drain. Relationship? Was that what was going on? Was he dating Zoro now or was this a onetime thing? The water suddenly seemed cold and the smell of the soap was overwhelming. What if he had pretty much seduced Zoro into sleeping with him, they hadn't mentioned any feelings.
Usually Sanji had at least taken his potential girlfriend out for dinner and proclaimed his love a minimum of five times before sleeping with her. He hadn't done any of those things with Zoro. Sanji sighed and traced the love bite on his shoulder. What if he'd just been feeding some strange cross-dressing fetish Zoro had and the man didn't actually want anything to do with him?
It would really make living with Zoro difficult since he'd promised the man last night he wasn't going to move. Sanji shuddered and turned up the heat on the shower, steam fogging up the mirror and making every breath Sanji took warm and damp. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle sleeping in his own bed with an uninterested Zoro across the room anymore.
Maybe it would be best to pretend nothing happened? Sanji bit his lower lip, washing the last of the Zoro-scented lather off his body and working his shampoo into his tousled tangle of hair. He really didn't want to mess this up though, if he pretended nothing happened and Zoro DID care, the man might be put off.
But if Zoro was going to brush it off like nothing happened, Sanji wasn't going to make things awkward between them. The blond worked the smooth texture of the coconut scented shampoo into his hair, rinsing it out thoroughly before stepping out of the shower.
He was just going to follow the marimo's lead, as bad an idea as it usually was, unless you actually wanted to get lost. If Zoro wanted to ignore what happened, Sanji would have to live with that; he couldn´t force the swordsman into feeling something for him.
If Zoro wanted to make something out of this then- Sanji swallowed thickly and could barely contain his excitement- then he might have a boyfriend? Then maybe he wasn't single anymore? The cook wiped the fog off the mirror, looking at himself now that he seemed a little more familiar:
No make-up on his face and his soaked hair slicked into the smooth style he tried so desperately to tame it into every day. The large, dark love bite was going to take some effort to hide though. He'd have to button his shirt all the way up for the next few days.
Sanji had never had a boyfriend before. Did this make him the girlfriend? Sanji frowned at that as he started shaving.
He was pretty sure that was not the term same sex relationships used. He didn't know anything about this; but he was pretty sure he wouldn't call Zoro his girlfriend if his life depended on it. Furthermore, he knew for a fact that if Zoro ever used that word to refer to him, the moss brain would suddenly become single and possibly get his face kicked in.
Sanji finished shaving and got dressed; all male clothing of course. Sanji rubbed his temples for a second, sighing as he left the bathroom. He was just going to pretend nothing happened until he was sure Zoro wasn't going to do the same. This was such a mess.
Sanji started breakfast, keeping himself distracted by making pancakes. It was still super early and he'd slept way too long and too nicely to even think about napping. He had no idea how Zoro could sleep 12 hours, but at least he wasn't snoring anymore.
The pancakes were ready and slowly getting cold. Sanji watched the two plates on the table, glancing to the bedroom for a second as he contemplated bringing them to bed. He always served his lovers breakfast in bed the morning after sex, but if Zoro was going to ignore the whole thing, breakfast in bed was a bad idea.
The pancakes weren't going to be as good if they got cold, so Sanji figured he might as well forcefully wake the bastard. It was almost time to get up for class anyway. Sanji stubbed out his cigarette, nervously walking over to the bedroom and curiously peeking inside.
Zoro was lying naked on his back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with his hands folded behind his head. He looked deep in thought and wide awake. Sanji held back a groan at the sight of Zoro sprawled out on top of the covers. He'd love to bring the food in there and straddle the man while he poured syrup over his... pancakes.
Sanji hesitated a moment, trying to settle down the war of anxiety and fluttering in the pit of his stomach. He cleared his throat to make sure he still had his voice and Zoro's eyes fell on Sanji with a slow deliberate turn of his head. Sanji instantly averted his own gaze.
"Breakfast is ready marimo." Sanji gestured with his thumb over his shoulder, trying to force a smile but all that came out was a nervous grimace. "Its pancakes, don't let them get cold or I'll kick your ass." Sanji tore his eyes away from Zoro's wall before he could see the man's expression, hoping he sounded casual enough for the swordsman.
He hurriedly made his way over to the small kitchen, shoulders trembling. How did he ever manage to seduce Zoro? He was a wreck! He'd only succeeded in getting the other man into bed because he was wearing a dress and Zoro had some sort of fetish for men in lace.
The chair creaked when Sanji sat down, the pancakes didn't look appetizing anymore - Sanji felt sick to his stomach. Zoro hadn't said a word. He hadn't even smiled at him. The man was either going to ignore the best night of Sanji's life, or he hated Sanji; both options sounded horrible.
Sanji slid his knife into the food, listening intently for any and all sound from the bedroom. Zoro wasn't coming. That sealed the deal; Zoro hated him. Sanji's nerves were fried. He brought a piece of pancake up to his mouth but was unable to finish the movement. He hadn't thought about the possibility that Zoro might end up HATING him.
Suddenly the smell of Zoro's shower gel on his skin was too strong, he felt like a fool for getting too ahead of himself. His stomach churned and thrashed, growling threateningly at the warm food hovering over Sanji's lips. He'd ruined everything. Sanji grit his teeth in anger; the fork shaking in front of his face as he realized he might have just wrecked something he could never fix.
There was a sudden shuffle and a thump from the bedroom and Sanji tensed. He could hear Zoro's cabinet open and close briefly and the swordsman's footsteps came closer to the doorway. It felt like forever but was, in fact, only three maddeningly loud steps until Zoro appeared in the doorway.
Sanji froze, pinned by Zoro's strangely unwavering stare. The swordsman looked incredibly anxious and restless, only dressed in his boxers Sanji could see the tension in every muscle. Sanji's nerves were strung like wires. The silence remained thick and charged for countless moments and Sanji wasn't sure if his heart was still beating. He was unable to break the eye contact Zoro had caught him in.
Suddenly Zoro moved, heading straight for the table with determined stomps and Sanji turned in his seat to stand up. Zoro's expression was serious and resolute, dark eyes locked onto Sanji's. The cook struggled to move in his seat as the other man cleared the distance in a flash, looming over Sanji with tension pouring from every single muscle.
Zoro's hand suddenly lashed out to Sanji's face and the blond tensed under the gentle touch on his cheek. Zoro's fingers ghosted gently along Sanji's jaw line as the man leant in and kissed him. Warm, rough lips gently sliding along Sanji's as Zoro crouched by the cook's chair, the chaste kiss lingering between them until Zoro pulled away.
When their mouths parted and Zoro's fingers withdrew from Sanji's face, the blonde's jaw fell slack without the support. All the cook could manage were a few choked syllables from the back of his throat as he stared wide eyed at the other man.
"W-wha?" Sanji finally managed through the post kiss-daze. He hadn't been expecting that. Zoro moved swiftly, his bare torso sliding between Sanji's legs as Zoro's bare knees hit the floor and the swordsman leant up for another kiss. This time it wasn't chaste at all; bordering on starved.
Sanji hesitated for a moment, feeling the warm tongue attempt to earn entry to his mouth. There was a soft, challenging groan from Zoro's chest and Sanji relaxed into the kiss, parting his lips slightly. Zoro, relieved to be was allowed inside, tilted his head with a clatter of earrings as he eagerly kissed Sanji, fervently enough to threaten to push the blond off the kitchen chair entirely.
Saliva stained their lips as they parted for occasional ragged breath, noses rubbing together as they both tried deepening the kiss at once. Sanji's body was vibrating with energy, moans he couldn't bother stifling drowning out between their mouths. The shock of Zoro's reaction lingered in the blonde's mind before Zoro wiped it blank with a sinful suck of Sanji's tongue.
Sanji grabbed onto Zoro's shoulders to keep his balance on the tilting chair, kissing Zoro back hungrily. He ran his tongue around the other man's mouth before flicking it against the roof. This caused Zoro to groan against his lips and wrap his arms around Sanji's waist.
Sanji thought he'd never get another one of these bone melting kisses. The blond slid off the chair and forced Zoro to sit back. Knees on either side of Zoro, he straddled the man, tilting his head and nibbling on Zoro's lips with greedy moans. There was so much delicious flesh on display and Sanji wanted to touch all of it.
Zoro's arms closed securely around Sanji's hips, breaking the kiss to blaze a white hot trail of pleasure along Sanji's neck. The blond rolled his head back to give Zoro more room, hissing softly when Zoro's tongue pressed against the bruise he left the night before.
"Don't make it worse-" Sanji groaned, raking his nails up Zoro's back and leaving raw streaks to mark his passage. The swordsman sucked at the already abused flesh, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to short circuit Sanji's senses.
"Ahh, shit…FuckZorostopit... I need to be in school in less than an hour." The blond gasped into Zoro's shoulder, kissing at his own dark purple mark on the other man's tanned skin and inhaling as much of Zoro's scent as he possibly could.
"We can just be late..." Zoro rumbled into Sanji's jaw, causing the blond to groan in annoyance and push himself bodily away. His heart was racing in his chest and he was already getting hard, and judging from the hardness pressing against Sanji's suit pants he suspected Zoro was even worse off.
"I already have shitty attendance because of those days I skipped. I'll get into serious trouble." Sanji argued weakly, using all of his willpower to keep the man from pulling him back; the offer to stay at home and make out with Zoro all day was more than a little tempting.
"Go shower or something." Sanji suggested, shifting in Zoro's lap to ease the pressure on the man's arousal.
"You're an evil bastard." Zoro groaned as he rested his forehead on Sanji's collarbone, sighing into his shoulder. Sanji could feel the other man's strong grip on his hips ease slightly, but not let go completely.
"You're just a stupid brute." Sanji huffed back, rolling his eyes and resting his chin on top of Zoro's fuzzy green head. After a moment of silence Sanji felt Zoro's brow furrow against his skin.
"Cook?" Zoro's voice was slightly muffled by Sanji's shirt and jacket. Sanji's body tensed at the question; his skin bristled and his breath hitched.
"Y-yeah?" Sanji breathed as casually as he could. If Zoro asked again, Sanji wasn't sure he'd been able to refuse. Especially if Zoro decided to play dirty and use his actual name.
"Did you..." Zoro paused for a second, moving his head to look up at Sanji from the nape of his neck as he seemed to be thinking hard about something. Damn Zoro looks so fucking perfect from this angle. Sanji used the last, microscopic shred of willpower not to kiss the other man and set back his progress.
"Did I what?" Sanji urged, feeling the need to do SOMETHING with his mouth to keep from covering the wide furrowed forehead in front of him in kisses before riding the swordsman silly.
"Did you... use my shower gel?" Zoro seemed honestly confused and uncertain, his arched brow and growing smirk causing Sanji to fluster until he was bright red all the way to the tips of his ears. Zoro's smirk became huge and lopsided at the sight, eyes bright in mischief as his grip on Sanji's waist tightened.
"I-I have no idea what you are talking about. Who would want to smell like a stupid mossy bastard?" Sanji fumbled in embarrassment, forcing Zoro's hands off him as he stood up. Zoro looked torn between tackling him to the floor or yanking him down by his belt. Sanji didn't want to give the swordsman the chance to finish that mental debate so he frowned at him and pointed to the table.
"I made pancakes; you better eat them before you take your shower. I won't let them go cold, well, cold-er." Sanji grumbled with irritation, trying to fight back his blushing as he got back on his chair and watched Zoro get to his feet with a grumble.
Sanji sighed slightly in relief when Zoro took his seat. The tempting stretch of boxers had Sanji's skin bristling with want, but doubt was rearing its ugly head and Sanji realized Zoro was probably expecting him to be wearing women's underwear under his suit.
After all, Sanji had already dropped a pair of panties on the hallway once and he had been wearing panties under his suit last night; Zoro probably thought it was his go-to underwear. He didn't want to disappoint the man who was currently stuffing his mouth full of pancakes and sending Sanji soft glares in between bites.
"Stop glaring at me like that you damn shitty moss brain." Sanji kicked Zoro lightly under the table, eating his own pancakes with a subtle smile. The former worries and anxiety was gone and the breakfast went down easily. "It's not my fault you slept in way too long and don't have any sense of timing."
"If I would have woken up earlier?" Zoro questioned calmly, eyes lingering on Sanji as the man finished the last of his breakfast. "Then what?"
"Who knows?" Sanji hummed, cheeks flushing as he wondered what exactly might have happened. Memories of his extremely satisfying shower a few days back returned, fuelled by all those fantasies that had inspired it.
"I'll be going to class soon, if you aren't planning on being late, you should go get ready." Sanji crossed his legs to hide his arousal from the other man. He couldn't afford to show Zoro just how ready he was to give in right now.
Zoro grumbled under his breath, he placed his plate in the sink and rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. The swordsman seemed about to say something, glancing to the bathroom before he looked at Sanji.
"I already took a shower." Sanji interrupted as he lit himself a cigarette, pushing his empty plate to the side so as to place his elbow on the table. "You missed it. Too bad." Sanji rested his face in his palm, smiling teasingly to the other man.
Zoro's jaw snapped shut, earning a smirk from Sanji who blew smoke in his irritated partner's general direction. Zoro rolled his eyes and stomped off to the bathroom, flipping Sanji off over his shoulder without as much as a glance.
The bathroom door clicked shut and Sanji sighed heavily in relief, forehead hitting the table with a clatter of tableware.
GOD he wanted to join Zoro so bad.
He would already be in there if it wasn't for the fact he already promised the man that he wasn't going to change rooms. It would be horrible if he was expelled for poor attendance and had to move a six hour drive away.
Sanji rubbed his face vigorously in an attempt to get his mind out of the gutter. Ugh, that fantasy he'd had in the shower was within reach, right there, a single door away. Sanji bit his lip, pulling absent mindedly on a lock of his hair as he thought.
No. There was no way he would be able to both burst in on Zoro's shower and still have time to get to class on time. With an annoyed groan, Sanji collected his books and notes, stuffing them into his bag before he walked to the bathroom door.
The shower was running. Sanji rested a hand on the wood, it felt cold against his skin. He was almost certain of what Zoro was doing in there. All his primal instincts were screaming at him to kick the door down and assist the other man, but he didn't have time.
"I'm off to class marimo." Sanji said softly to the wood, biting his lower lip as he had to physically restrain himself from opening the door. He didn't expect an answer, so he didn't wait for one.
Sanji walked out of the room, clicking the front door locked as, he could swear, he heard Zoro's muffled voice from inside. The blond sighed in relief. It was a good thing he'd already left the apartment. That sounded a lot like the last of his self control snapping.
With all these recent prompts that got sent in, this story has sort of created a plot for itself. It's kinda wierd really, I know what is going to happen and have little to no control over it.
At least it makes it easy to write!
thanks to MistressHasty for being the beta for this story!
