Written for an anon prompt on Tumblr: Prompt: Zoro's doing yoga in a pair of speedos while Sanji watches. ;)
As an actor most predominantly seen in RomCom movies, it wasn't uncommon to have to film a scene with a partially or fully naked co-star. These types of scenes were Sanji's absolute favourite and were the ones to help build the blond actor's career.
Sanji loved women, he loved everything about them. He loved their mannerisms, their little giggles, their soft, smooth skin, their bodies. Whenever Sanji came in contact with a half naked co-star for a shoot his confidence and acting skills went through the roof, resulting in just the corny, over the top performance that the movie lived off of.
So Sanji's acting career thrived all because he could look at partially exposed women. It was a good life.
But this movie was different.
This movie was meant to take the world by storm, the RomCom of the century. The love story between a broken war veteran and a down-on-his-luck artist, played respectively by famous, award-winning actor, Zoro Roronoa and popular RomCom actor, Sanji Black.
And today was the day they would film that scene. The type of scene that helped make Sanji's career. The half naked scene. But instead of Sanji getting to witness a woman undress, he had to watch Zoro.
A male. Stripping down to a speedo. Doing yoga.
He didn't think it could get much worse.
Him and Zoro didn't get along at the best of times, usually at each other's throats and spewing explicit insults to one another, but Sanji couldn't help but admit that the guy could act. There was a reason the man was an award-winning performer after all. On the first day of shooting Sanji got to witness first hand the man's talents. He watched in amazement as the green-haired bastard played the role of the self-destructive war hero with the perfect combination of dramatics and subtly, leaving everyone in the room gasping and holding back tears.
When the director called 'cut', Sanji found the other actor staring right at him, his lips upturned in a smirk as if daring the blond to do better.
At that moment, Sanji vowed that he would one-up the other man, somehow, someway.
All of Sanji's previous movies never called for him to be too dramatic or serious so the blond knew, in that department, the moss-head was probably a little better than him. Only a little though. But the blond knew that when the day came that they would film that scene, he would be the star of the shot.
But then he discovered what Zoro would be wearing and doing, a speedo and yoga, and he didn't think it could get any worse.
But then it did.
Because, while Sanji was absolutely certain that he was only attracted to women, staring at Zoro's muscled body, water (meant to pose as sweat) following along the hard lines of his arms and chest, body stretching much farther than Sanji thought the man was capable, a familiar feeling of arousal crept upon him.
Sanji chewed on his bottom lip. Oh god, this is so fucked up, Sanji thought as he watched the fabric of the speedo stretch with Zoro's movements, leaving very little to the imagination. And boy, was Sanji's imagination going wild.
"And action!" the director yelled, catching the blond by surprise.
What was he suppose to be doing? Running…jogging! That's right, he was the suppose to be jogging by Zoro's character's balcony to catch the man in the way-too-sexual-to-actually-be-yoga act.
Jogging up to the fake set, Sanji pretended to be surprised to see the other man, coming to a slow stop as he tried to recall his lines.
"Hello there!" Sanji called out to get Zoro's attention. When the green-haired man made eye contact, Sanji continued. "Uh, remember me? You helped me out a bit…you know, at the beach the other day."
Zoro's character snorted and looked back forward. "Yeah, I remember."
Sanji nearly gasped at the sight before him. Zoro was bending backwards, as far as he could anyway, but it was still pretty damn far. Sanji couldn't help but watch the man's muscles flex at the activity and the speedo that was pushed slightly down by the movement exposing a little more of the deliciously tanned skin.
Sanji's mind went blank.
"Uh, um, I mean…well," Fuck! What was his line? What was his line? Continuing to watch Zoro stretch himself, Sanji's eyes traveled to the man's face. He was surprised to find that not only was the moss head staring back at him, he was wearing that damn smirk again!
Sanji internally seethed. He's fucking mocking me!
Filled with a new found rage and confidence, the blond continued the scene.
"I just wanted to say thanks again." Sanji said, turning back around to where he had come from. "Oh, and by the way, you're doing that wrong."
Without another word Sanji bent himself backwards with ease, his hands touching the ground behind him in no time. The action wasn't even close to what had been scripted but no one called 'cut' yet so the blond took it a step farther.
Checking to see that Zoro was still watching, Sanji pushed his legs up into the air, making his body completely straight before separating them into a split. He could sense every set of eyes on him, watching every one of his movements carefully. He was only dressed in a casual sweatsuit but damn if he didn't feel sexy at that moment.
Returning his feet to the ground and rightening his rumpled clothes, Sanji glanced at his co-star. Zoro's mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide, his expression a mix of awe and confused arousal.
Good. Sanji smiled and waved, still in character. "Well, thanks again. See you later!"
Jogging out of the shot, the blond couldn't help but giggle as he heard Zoro splutter some sort of reply behind him.
It didn't matter if they would have to shoot the scene over again, every moment had been worth it.