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The line that separated love and friendship had been stalwart for as long Zoro could remember. It was doing its part with Sanji too, since his friend hadn't done anything intimate with him either.
But what about now?
As they were growing up, they could feel their bodies changing. Puberty, adolescence, was what teachers explained. They said something about their hormones getting a kick-start and beginning to prepare their bodies into an adult. The boys grew burlier, hard, and square; the girls got the curves. Both got the nasty oil and hair, acne and pimples. So far, Zoro hated every bit of it, although not as bad as the girls. Luckily, Zoro didn't get the terrible acne; he only got a dot or two once in a month.
He was also starting to understand what it felt like when guys could only think of girls. Boys who were plain stupid became animalistic; their thinking process came from their manhood not from their brains. The other guys who could keep their control got girlfriends.
Zoro was more controlled because he never showed any fascination in a woman. He was, however, always been fascinated in Sanji. So, stupid puberty was working its way to push Zoro over the edge, so he could fall face flat on the border and into love.
Sanji began to change in a way Zoro had never seen before. As little shrimps, he and his friend were as skinny as sticks. As Sanji grew older, he retained the skinny physique, but there was hint of suavity. Suits looked better on him now. The nasty teen oil made his hair shinier, so it didn't look nasty on him. Baby fat was gone, so his face was slender and his jaw stood out sharp and strong. He lost the squeaky voice, and gained a deep, handsome baritone that made Zoro smile and blush. Sanji grew first, so within a few months, he was a head taller than him. He smelled really nice too.
Sanji's so cool...
Those thoughts floated past Zoro's mind as he woke up this morning. Yesterday, Sanji came over to finish up on homework, and it didn't finish-as usual. So, as usual, Sanji slept over.
It had been a thing for them to sleep in Zoro's twin sized bed. They have been doing that since nine years old, so it didn't feel awkward. But, as they grew, the bed got smaller so the personal space shrunk as well. Sanji's back was mere centimeters from Zoro's face; if he moved an inch, his feet could graze over his friend's legs.
The dark urge to kiss Sanji's bare neck or wrap his arms around his friend's waist was like eating the forbidden fruit. Zoro blinked several times as he slowly took in Sanji's scent. He grabbed a blanket to look like he was merely shuffling around and scooted closer. He pressed his face into Sanji's back and merged his body to follow the contours.
What he didn't know that puberty was changing him in a way that made Sanji sweat. While Sanji's puberty changed him to be skinny but dandy, Zoro got more muscle and curves. Men having curves? No one explained him about that, so he wasn't ready to see Zoro's hips. Apparently, Zoro's abdomen lost excess fat, so his hips looked skinnier.
Sanji was in a huge conflict between 'control' and 'think with his dick.' His rational thought consoled him that friendship was first before anything else. His other mind said he was chicken: go turn around and screw your best friend's brains out right now because Zoro would want it too.
He flinched when Zoro shuffled around, and his breath hitched when his friend moved in closer. Zoro's lips were touching his back! His whole body was sticking to him! They were spooning-a new word Sanji learned by talking to perverted peers. By god, Zoro smelled really good.
Sanji whimpered as he curled into a ball.
Zoro's so hot.
What am I going to do?