Tumblr fame chapter 12


If Sanji thought Zoro was distracting before, it paled in comparison to what his attention span had become after actually having sex with the man. Gentle pulsing in his love bite and soft aching in his lower back from sitting on the hard school chair slowly brought back the tastes and sounds of the bedroom, feeding the semi-hard erection Sanji had been sporting all morning.

The memory of creaking of bedsprings and taste of sweat cascaded over Sanji's senses and echoes of Zoro's fingers on his skin summoned a shudder. There was soft giggling from the back of the room and Sanji tensed in his seat, crushing the tip of his mechanical pencil deep into the page of his notebook. Had someone noticed?

Sanji snapped back to reality, catching himself from staring at his flamboyant teacher as he pranced along the whiteboard. There was a lot of information on there that Sanji hadn't written down yet. The blond bit his lower lip, resuming his struggle to take notes.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, the pulsing feeling like fire against his thigh as the vibrations teased his skin and caused Sanji to jerk subconsciously from the sensation. The muffled beep innocently signalled a message, and the sound seemed almost deafeningly loud to Sanji. No one except the lovely lady sitting next to him seemed to notice.

She smiled softly to him before turning back to her notes and Sanji fumbled around to get his phone from his pocket before she noticed the state he was in. The message was from Duval, and Sanji sneakily shielded his phone under the table as he checked the message.

shitty Duval: Great news young master! Crimin loved the pictures we just put online! They should have already transferred the money to your account.

Sanji grimaced slightly, knot in his stomach tightening. He really wished that Duval started asking for his permission before uploading the pictures, not knowing what to expect from the people of the school was unnerving.

"I'm in class so I can't check right now, how are the pictures? good?"

Shitty Duval: they look magnificent! the best photo shoot yet in my opinion!

Sanji could barely contain his excitement; he really wanted to see the pictures now. He hadn't been paying any attention to the camera during the shoot, so he had no idea what they looked like. He'd have to check during lunch, maybe run home and take a look. Zoro would probably be in class until late afternoon, so Sanji might get to be there when the swordsman saw them.

Unable to hold back a smile at the thought, the blond pocketed his phone, fingertips barely leaving the glass and plastic before it vibrated in Sanji's palm again. Sanji's brow furrowed as he checked his phone again, clicking the new message with a swipe of this thumb.

Shitty Duval: what happened yesterday? are you going to have another photo shoot soon?

Sanji bit at his lower lip, glancing at the whiteboard that was rapidly filling with important looking information.

"what happened is none of your business! I'll let you know when I want the next photo shoot to be."

Shitty Duval: Of course young master! - but keep in mind that if having sex with that man left you with any bruises, Perona can cover them up nicely, so don't worry about them when you choose the next session!

Sanji squirmed in embarrassment at that. Damn it! They shouldn't jump to conclusions like that! and not THAT conclusion!

It was also annoying how Duval made Zoro sound like a monstrous brute. Sure, the man might look like one, and he DID destroy the lock of the 'club door' and rattle a few doorknobs loose, but he hadn't used any of that monstrous strength on Sanji.

The blond felt his arousal throb at the idea, small shudder taking over Sanji's shoulders as his body ached in places he hadn't known he had before yesterday. No. Sanji shook his head, he was in the middle of class, trying to focus on his studies. He did not get off on the idea of having Zoro pin him roughly to the bed and-

"SANJI!"

Ivankov's shrill voice startled Sanji enough to knee the underside of his table, sending his textbook and notes flying along with his pen over the girls in the row in front of him. The blond held his breath as the girls shrieked in shock as papers rained over them.

The other girls in class were laughing or chuckling and Sanji shrunk back in his seat, his face was completely red and he wished the chair he was sitting on would swallow him whole. The only possible upside was that his erection disappeared instantly when all the blood rerouted to his face.

The girls collected and handed Sanji back his books and notes. The blond guiltily apologizing to them but was too embarrassed to swoon over their kindness. The laughter gradually died down and Sanji promptly shoved all thoughts of Zoro out of his head, still blushing self-consciously, he got back to taking notes.

The class passed painfully slow. Sanji's gaze kept travelling to the clock, itching to try to look his pictures up on his phone. He wasn't taking the chance though, not with all these girls around him who kept glancing at him and giggling. He didn't need any more humiliation today, thank you very much!

Finally the bell rang for lunch, and Sanji practically ran out of the classroom. Usually Sanji went straight to the dorm room to make sure he had some time to cook himself something proper for lunch, but today he decided to take a small detour past the physical-education part of the school.

Zoro was one of those students whose whole curriculum seemed to revolve around training and sports. The man was training to become a swordsman, an extreme athlete of sorts, but surely he'd have to have some BASIC education, right? Sanji was sure he'd seen Zoro lounge about with a math book once or twice in their room.

He wasn't looking for the man in particular, he was way too overdue for a cigarette to bother seeking Zoro out if he wasn't in the first place Sanji headed too; the sword-training hall. It was a large, mattress clad gallery with rows of seats all around it. It occasionally doubled as the school's indoor field for various competitions throughout the school year.

He'd competed in a few kickboxing competitions in here during the first years before he'd quit the team. To dedicate himself fully to cooking.

Sanji craned his neck to look inside, skimming the room for green hair and feeling his heart jump in his chest when he found the swordsman sitting in the bottom row off to the side. There were a few people around Zoro that Sanji recognized as Zoro's classmates, all of them sprawled out and drinking greedily from bottles of water.

Zoro was on second lunch break, Sanji knew this because after he found out Zoro lived on convenience store sandwiches and lunches, he had demanded the idiot came to the dorm to eat. Since then, Sanji usually cooked for two at lunch, storing the leftovers in the fridge for the idiot bastard to eat later.

Zoro was panting and leaning forward, sweat on his skin as a few young men around him laughed. The two men from before were there; Sanji's brow furrowed slightly as he tried to remember their names. Johnny and Yosaku? Sanji dismissed the thought as he wondered how Zoro would react to seeing him here if he called out to him.

He didn't want to come off as annoying or clingy, and Zoro was in the middle of class. Sanji chewed his bottom lip as he ran the mental debate and watched the handsome silver haired man at Zoro's side wiped water off his grinning lips and passed Zoro the bottle.

Sanji's skin bristled when Zoro accepted it, drinking from the same bottle as the other man without a seconds' hesitation. Jealousy bubbled in Sanji's chest, watching water slip from the corner of Zoro's mouth and race down his jaw and throat as Zoro chugged the water down.

The owner or the bottle flailed his arms in frustration, trying to grab his bottle back but Zoro held him at bay with a hand to his face as he finished the rest of the bottle. Sanji groaned in a mix of anger and guilt. He didn't have the right or reason to be jealous.

Or did he? Were they dating now? Sanji turned on his heel when he watched Zoro pass the empty bottle to the other man, who was frowning and pulling angrily on Zoro's shirt. Even if Zoro was in fact his boyfriend, he had no reason to be jealous. He was better than that.

Jealousy had, after all, ruined one of his former relationships, and he wasn't about to let that happen to him twice. He was really hoping to get this one to last, if this even was a relationship. The blond made his way up to the dorm, frying himself some fish for lunch and making sure there was plenty for Zoro.

After sealing the fish away to preserve the flavour, Sanji got into the bedroom, picked up his computer and sat down on his bed to browse the internet for the rest of his lunch break. Sanji waited for his stupid computer to finish configuring updates, wondering why it always had to happen when his time online was limited.

Sanji lit himself a cigarette, watching the loading bar slowly fill up. Zoro's bed really looked more comfortable right now. Maybe he should just move over? The blond tapped the side of his computer distractedly, looking at the unmade tangled mess of sheets across the room.

Nah, that was stupid. Zoro's bed was probably still dirty with dry lube, and there was a makeup smudge on the pillow. He shouldn't bother. The welcome screen on his computer finally appeared, updates installed at last. Sanji opened up his browser, choosing the page from his history list and pressing enter.

The pictures from the last photo shoot were indeed incredible. Sanji blew smoke absent-mindedly into the air as he scrolled down the row. He wasn't looking into the camera in any of them. The clothing looked better on him than he'd remembered, tight dress and short skirt showing off the line of his stockings just barely enough for the imagination to take over.

What mostly got Sanji's attention was the look in his eyes. Sanji's gaze was usually averted, looking past the camera and straight at Zoro. The half lidded gaze made his face look soft and alluring, and Sanji almost felt bad for the pain he'd put poor Zoro through in that photo shoot.

He looked REALLY good in those pictures. Sanji couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, leaning back as he lazily scrolled down the page. The comments were rolling in now, a few popping up in real time as Sanji scrolled through them.

wow! that dress makes him look amazing!

whelp, better go tell my parents the news, I'm officially gay!

how can anyone have such perfectly long legs?!

à he really should shave them though, that leg hair sorta ruins it.

DAT ASS. Like seriously; DAYUMN.

Sanji paused his scrolling, frowning at the comment. He didn't want to shave for this, but he had to admit that the way his hairs were visible through the stockings did take away from the magic a little. He'd have to take it into consideration. Sanji scrolled down a few more comments. The pictures were recently uploaded so there was only a handful more.

first!

Feeling slightly discouraged, Sanji closed the page and stared at the ceiling for a bit. Leg hair grew back; maybe he should shave it off before the next photo shoot? Sanji pulled in his legs and hugged his knees, staring at Zoro's bed, feeling insecure and wondering if he could get Gin to edit the hair out of the pictures.

Before he had to return back to class, Sanji checked the balance on his account, eyes widening slightly when he saw the total number. With Crimin's payment, he'd almost earned enough for a new car for the Baratie. A better car and all within two weeks! As long as Zeff didn't ask how he earned the money, everything was going to go smoothly.

There was a slight chance his old man wouldn't question where he got enough cash for a car... right? Sanji bit his lower lip, that was a problem he'd have to deal with later. He'd probably aslo have to tell Zeff about Zoro at some point.

Sanji closed his computer and tucked it away, cracking his neck and finishing his cigarette before he headed back to school. He wondered if Zoro would check for his pictures during lunch. Did Zoro really need to, now that he had the real thing? Sanji blushed faintly at that, scratching at his cheek awkwardly.

Sanji was usually home first since Zoro spent more time training than anyone else in school. But if the swordsman used his lunch break to surf the internet, he might come back to the apartment early. Sanji could change the sheets on Zoro's bed and maybe even... slip into something more comfortable? Something a little sexier? Just in case Zoro might want to resume what they started this morning.

On the other hand, Zoro didn't always come home at lunch time. Sanji lit himself a cigarette while he walked the short distance between the dorm and campus. Several other people out for a smoke break eyed him as he paused to finish his cigarette; paying them no mind.

If Zoro hadn't seen the pictures when he got home, he'd probably go take a look at them at some point. Sanji wasn't going to stop him. It wouldn't surprise Sanji if the marimo was more than ready for some fun afterwards. It would be a shame to let an opportunity like that go to waste.

Right?

Sanji stubbed out in the large metal ashtray before he jumped the low metal fence that separated the smoking zone from school grounds.

Right!


Not the most exciting chapter I know, but I'll make it up to you in the next chapter. - I have quite a few prompts requesting Zoro getting a "warm welcome" when he returns home.

Thanks to MistressHasty for being the beta for this story!

(if you think I'm not listening to your promts, don't fret, I'm planning on working most of them into the story but I might have to mix them together to make it fit into plot. I have a list of kinks and positions three word pages long and I have ideas for all of them.)