He's hungry. REALLY hungry. For some reason Raleigh is being extra stingy with the food and while he's supposed to be sleeping now to get ready for the massively hard training tomorrow, he can't.
"Sanji meat..." He whines to himself and frowns as the name sounds almost foreign to him. He's thought of his crew everyday in a 'can't wait to see them again' kind of way but he suddenly realizes he hasn't said their names out loud for over a year.
"Sanji, Sanji, Sanji..." He repeats happily as he pictures Sanji at their fire a few feet away basting the roasting giant boar like creature Luffy had killed a few days ago, had over-cooked part of, and was forced to burn the rest of in order to not lure any other animals into their camp.
He remembered thinking how much more delicious Sanji could have made it. How Sanji would have hated wasting the food like they had. Luffy grinned as he allowed Sanji to cook it for him now in his food starved fantasy.
"It'll be done in a minute, Luffy. Hold on! Once it's off the fire it'll need to rest a bit to redistribute the juice." He paused as he seemed to recall who he was talking to and rephrased. "If we leave it alone a minute. It will taste even better. Why don't you tell me how you beat this shitty thing while we wait? It's freaking huge!"
In his mind Luffy told Sanji about how it wasn't a hunt but training and he had defeated the beast with his haki and a pit as Sanji did cooking things, smiling around his cigarette as he listened.
Luffy thought Sanji didn't look right as he stood in his suit next to the fire, cutting the meat without a hint of sweat. Suddenly Sanji was flushed, sweating in correction and feeling too hot, stripped carefully out of his jacket, and began unbuttoning his shirt buttons till that falls away too.
Sanji had cooked shirtless at the beach once and while he'd never seen that in the jungle at night, Luffy was hesitant to let his mind stop Sanji from unbuttoning more than the first few.
Sanji is more handsome than he recalled and wonders why he never noticed it before. His cook is strong but without Zoro's bulky muscle. He looks delicious in the fire light as he wipes the sweat Luffy didn't bother to stop from his forehead with the back of his arm.
At some point as he is picturing Sanji slowly coming over with a plate of steaming meat for him, Luffy gets the urge to stick his hand down his shorts and touch himself. He's never done this before but he doesn't see the harm in doing the strange thing his body wants him to do. He's surprised to find mini Luffy is kind of stiff and leaking. He does feel better when he touches it though.
"What's the matter captain? Need me to feed you? Or…you could eat off me if you want." Fantasy Sanji purrs, mischievously.
Fantasy Luffy gulps even as he nods that yes, that's exactly what he wants. Sanji is taking off his pants with a grin at that answer.
Luffy strokes himself and gasps at how good it feels.
It isn't too long till his imaginary self is feeling full and satisfied and with a sticky hand Luffy finds a peaceful, content sleep surprisingly without a bit of food himself.