Disclaimer: One Piece does not belong to me.
WARNINGS: (throughout the whole fic): vulgar language, Short chapters, explicit porn, a horny Zoro all the time, corny romance(?) And Fluff.
He had made a decision, he would not be intimidated by the presence of the blonde and he would go to the gym with his head held high and ignore it if it's possible. He really didn't want to understand what was going on in his chest every time he saw him, much less get involved with someone capable of making him feel so instinctively, because if something he hated (apart from not having alcohol) is that his feelings dominated his rational sense, and that boy blonde in a few days had caused more mood swings than him in a year with Luffy and his friends.
However, that day would not change, and this time he did not go to the gym, preferring to go jogging. It was not his favorite, but it was that or to meet the cook and have to look him in the eyes praying that the erection did not show through his pants; tomorrow he would fulfill his word, today there would have a minimum rest.
He trotted all over the bay until he came across with Usopp, who at a distance shouted 'Idiot, you'll get lost' and although he pretended that he did not heard him, his words were fulfilled. When he realized he had not advanced anything, it was like a dog chasing his own tail and the same place where the start was the same where he started... Although of course, Zoro felt that it was only similar.
In the end if I manage to reach a different place but far from where it was supposed to have started, and then when he decided to stop, he ran a hand across his sweaty forehead, took off his shirt and emptied the jar of water to his lips.
"Watch out!"
And although I would have preferred the rest to last longer, it was not like that. His stocky body crashed into another one coming at full speed, and then he lay on the floor listening as his head bounced like a ball, painfully comical.
"Damn it! You should look where you're going, you bastard!"
It was not a woman, his voice and weight said everything, but the idea of having a man on top of him was not pleasant at all.
"I'm not going to pay a homicide lawsuit! So, you better get up, you bastard!"
Soft palms began to hit his cheek, and the insistence of the soft hits only managed to get rid of his patience.
"Get out of top now, fuck!"
He stopped him roughly holding his wrists to avoid the incessant pounding, but when he opened his eyes, raising his eyes with rage and anger, his sight caught on the shoulders and bare chest of his attacker.
"Until you finally react, Marimo."
The cigarette smoke soaked his face, but his eyes remained open before all the skin that was offered before him. His chest swelled as it diluted in the infernal sun. The blonde wore a shirt with hearts print, unbuttoned and tied to his belly... Could admit it was because of the heat but... His bare arms swung forward, towards his skinned chest, and felt his back covered by that little short seated all over his cock, while the blond axillary hair of his body bathed him in lava, hot and suffocating.
"Does something stupid happen to you? You these all red and sweaty."
The slight glide of his body to touch her forehead caused a wild tingle to strike his skin, and a tingling invaded his hands as they closed in fists, wild and wild.
He bit his tongue when the urge to want to take that ass and whip him against his penis appeared in his mind, and hungry for the soft and sweet white buttocks covered with just a piece of cloth imagined the moan that would come out of his mouth before the whole journey of madness that invaded his mind.
"Damn, you're disgusting."
He tensed, about to apologize or make up an excuse, but the blonde shook his wet hand and found that he was referring to all the sweat on his face.
"What is the use of training so much if you do not do anything? Useless!"
Sanji put a hand on his pectorals, while pressing hard on his forehead, but Zoro felt his blood boil at the stimulus that obfuscated his senses. The water had fallen off, his body had been soaked as well as the eye-blue, and the two were touching in a way too intimate.
"I-If I do something! I practice Kendo!"
Sanji's opaline knee touched his sides, and his tender bare thighs around his hips began to arouse him, while pangs of sunlight projected to his brown eyes the pink of his erect nipples, the vivid red of his thin lips, the full extent of his silky skin on top of him, on top of his erect cock.
For God's sake!
"G-Get off me!"
Sanji was startled by the scream, but Zoro felt suffocated by the scent of his musk (he did not really want to admit that he was horny), smelled of cigarettes, sea food and male perfume, and all this combined with his sweat made him feel really hot, as if the two of them had fucked for a couple of hours until they were exhausted.
"Tch, how rude."
When he did not have it on him above and he was able to straighten out at least a little, Sanji's figure become irresistible, broke eye contact eyes clearing his throat.
"You... You Skate?"
The blond did not answer him, because he was thoughtful and asked him to stay there for a moment. Zoro did not know what to answer for his actions, but while his heart began a soft patter, he approached a palm tree and leaned back closing his eyes.
"Take it."
He removed the arm that covered his eyes and a green ice cream was placed on his face.
"A lemon palette, to match your ridiculous hair"
He raised his eyes about to insult him, but the thin lips opened and caught the tip of a vanilla ice cream, the little teeth bit and the white and sweet milk substance dispersed at the corners of his lips, the pangs of his pants were stronger.
"What? Can not a man like ice cream filled with milk?"
Shit!
By now his cock was swollen and hard, aching like a fucking demon in his pants, throbbing every time the cook sucked fervently the sides of the ice cream, licking his lips and fingers smeared with milk.
"Don't thank me, huh."
He looked away and raised an eyebrow without caring. He was sure that marimo had not eaten breakfast or tasted anything, and although an ice cream was not the best, it was a reward for having thrown away his water bottle
"Anyway, I hope not to see you in what remains of the day."
He looked up at the sight of him leaving, feeling a slight slowness in his sight when detailing his silky back, and covered his crotch with the towel while the velvety golden hair disappeared from his sight
"Do not get excited."
He held back a scream but touched his chest with fright and Nami sighed taking a seat next to him.
Do not get excited.
Did he notice the erection? Or was it referring to something else?
"Sanji is like this with everyone, surely he saw that you had not eaten anything and I buy you something."
Roronoa discovered that it was the second option, and he put the lemon palette to his mouth enjoying the icy sensation.
"You should not hope up or something like that."
She frowned as she bit into her ice cream, and the orange-haired woman smiled with one hand on either side of her hip.
"Why should I be hope up or something?"
"Let's go, Zoro, it's too obvious."
My erection perhaps? He thought sucking the sides, because he could not think of anything else other than that.
"Zoro, for the first time in your life use your head and not your penis, God!"
He choked on his ice cream (he did not really know he had said it out loud) knowing that his condition was obvious, but he had no regrets to look away or retract, not when it came to Nami's witch.
"What you feel for Sanji! That's obvious!"
He didn't answer, moreover because he was not sure if it was true (although everything indicated yes) and he just shrugged.
"Wait ... Who told you about 'this'?"
He made the quotation marks obvious because there really was not even a this. He knew that maybe Robin, Franky, and even Chopper knew something, but not that 'He had feelings for Sanji'.
"Everyone."
This time he was lucky that his ice cream did not fall to the ground, because instead of biting him, it was his lip that got hurt.
"Ah, except Luffy and Chopper, but Usopp explained them and they took it quite well, although Tony is a bit confused because according to him, he does not know how two people of the same gender can-"
"I already know."
Zoro sighed scratching his hair roughly, he didn't want to understand what was happening, didn't want to continue talking about the issue with Nami, he preferred to go immediately to his house to take a cold shower... Maybe and only sometimes, he took the imagen of the blonde to satisfy his desires, but it seemed to him of the lowest thing so he used to not to do it... So much.
"Zoro..."
The orange haired left his name suspended in the air, and he replied roughly looking at her reluctantly.
"Do you like Sanji?"
He frowned without understanding the question, watching as Nami's delicate features twisted around betraying his complete seriousness. I adopt a posture of disinterest but he kept thinking for a while, did he like him?
However at the time of asking, the answer came almost instantaneously.
"No." He mutter dryly throwing the sand stick in some trash can. "Maybe I'm a little... interested, but I don't like him."
Nothing of romantic bullshit, and although it was not a crime to love anyone, Zoro was willing to be like that. He would not depend on anyone, he would not be interested in anyone else, he only had love for his swords and alcohol, please do not forget the alcohol.
"Then if I ask go out Sanji for an appointment, wouldn't there be a problem?"
He was startled a little surprised by the question, but only nodded slowly.
"It's a joke, but believe me you're not the only one who feels that way."
He turned around eyes crossing his arms, she didn't need to give him a long sermon, but the woman stood up and only pointed at him with determination.
"I only warn you that if you get to hurt Sanji ... You d-i-e, did you hear?"
He looked at her, stunned but not less indifferent, and she just clicks her tongue as if she did not mind hanging the towel to the neck.
"Hey, Zoro! Did you hear me?"
He started to walk away from Nami, accelerating the pace when he heard her behind him, ending up as the only option to run even without looking where he was going.
"Damn it, that idiot will be lost again." Nami slapped her forehead, worried "I just hope he can notice in time."
While Zoro was lost among the alleys of the city began to wonder why so much fixation on the blond was not he the only one? What? Was the blond an angel? The most perfect person in the world? He doubted that very much.
In the end he found his way home passed afternoon and when he arrived the only thing he did was to take a long nap.