Undanewneon asked: oh shoot! That parent/teacher Zoro fic is good! Zoro must be pretty obsessed with trying to make it go smoothly. But, you know, when something's on your mind like that it creeps into your dreams… hmm… wonder what Zoro might dream about with that home visit eh? ^_-
After having tucked Tony in for the night, locking up, and finally watching last week's Game of Thrones that he'd missed, Zoro settled down in his double bed with a mug now drained of chamomile tea on the bedside cabinet and the letter from the school in his duvet covered lap. Now he had time to think and he wasn't sure if that was entirely a good thing because now his mind was filled with one thing and one thing only: Mr. Black was coming to his house.
He took his thick framed black reading glasses off to rub at his eyes. The whole thing with Mr. Black had originally started off as just finding him aesthetically pleasing. Sure, Zoro was gay and single but it didn't mean he was going to throw himself at the feet of every good looking guy who walked past. Besides he was busy with work and Tony and he didn't see how a relationship would work around all of that. But, over a few months, Zoro found himself tumbling slightly for the blond haired teacher, he wasn't head over heels for him as such but seeing the way Mr. Black was with the children he taught just did something to Zoro. Tony had only known about most of this from overhearing a conversation he was having with Nami about it. His son seemed quite enthusiastic about his dad liking his teacher which was sweet really and it had given Zoro a little shove in Mr. Black's direction- would it really be so bad to just try and have a relationship or get to know someone? Usually he'd have chided himself for thinking it but Tony was growing up and needed to see and be a part of a functioning relationship especially now it was three years after the divorce and Zoro himself wasn't getting any younger…
Damn it, maybe he should try it? He folded the letter over and sighed. Anyway, it wasn't like he had to pursue a relationship with Mr. Black, just another friend to be able to rely on would be just as good. He barely knew the guy anyway. What if the second the teacher opened his mouth Zoro hated his personality? What if Mr. Black didn't like him for who he was? Zoro's character was a little… strong at times. He was hot tempered when provoked, reserved, and most people just didn't get him for some reason and he didn't get other people all that much- that was one of the main reasons the marriage broke up, not the most important, but one of the main.
He leant back into the pillows and turned onto his side, leaving on the bedside lamp in case Tony came in again- the kid was going through a phase of wanting to sleep in his father's bed when he got scared by nightmares. There was a slight chill in the air that would soon be sorted by the heating he'd turned on but until then it left an ache across his deep set chest scar. He rubbed his palm over his shirt, following the line to soothe it with his body heat and it helped a little. He tried to think of something other than Mr. Black as he closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep to the movement and howls of a Direwolf in the back of his mind.
Hands were on him, touching him, caressing him, and at other times dragging their nails on his skin and leaving a pleasant burning in their wake. Zoro's back arched off the mattress with a deep moan and he couldn't remember the last time his senses felt so alive just by skin contact alone. One hand had crept up his shirt and fingertips dragged quickly over his hardening nipples and he gasped against the jolt that sent down his back and through his blood. He opened his eyes which he hadn't known had been closed to begin with, but all he saw was darkness yet he knew that these were hands touching him. Broad palms and long fingers. He couldn't place who they belonged to but, damn, they felt good.
The hand up his shirt slipped down, tracing over his pectorals, abdominals, and creeping up slowly again to map out the slight indents of his ribs before drawing down to his navel smoothly. Fingers rubbed in a strangely arousing manner there before dancing over his hip bones, sliding down inch by torturous inch and it had Zoro moaning all over again in anticipation.
It seemed impossibly slow, almost cruel, how the fabric of his boxers began to shuffle down and when they halted not halfway down to freeing his erection he almost growled in frustration. But that broke into a harsh cry of pleasure when a firm grip took him into a hand and he moaned loudly, shamelessly at the contact.
He bucked his hips up into the touch, losing himself until a voice cut through and threw him out, "My, my, Mr. Roronoa-"
Zoro bolted awake, the room a little disoriented and he was breathing heavily. He checked the mattress next to him and, thankfully, Tony wasn't there which meant the kid was still sleeping in his own room. He was even more grateful for that when he noticed the tight feeling between his legs, constricted by his boxers.
Jesus Christ, he'd just dreamt about his son's teacher in a completely, very much erotic way.
He sighed and ran his thumb over his boxers' front, hissing at the friction. Damn it. He looked at the time on his phone- an hour before Tony had to get ready for school. That was way more than enough time to sort out this problem. He got up and padded into the en suite across the room, he couldn't believe this; he hadn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager.
Putting the slip from the bottom of the letter, signed and dated, into Tony's school bag Zoro reminded his son once more that it was important for him to hand it in. He took the child by the hand and walked him down the path on the school drive and down to the gate of the play ground. Tony hugged his father and demanded a kiss which Zoro placed on his head of curly brown hair and bounded off to join a group of children who waved him over.
Zoro smiled and turned to leave when his eyes caught the sight of Mr. Black who was stood on play ground duty wearing a smart pair of dark grey trousers, black shoes, and a three quarter length black coat. He looked striking amongst the sea of children in their little vibrant coloured coats and bags but his smile made him far less intimidating, the expression on his face as warm as the mug of coffee in his hands. Zoro felt his face flush a little at the thought that this was the same man he'd embarrassingly dreamt about last night.
Suddenly Mr. Black's visible eye that wasn't hidden beneath a swoop of a fringe locked on his and his swirled eyebrow raised. Zoro suddenly had the most stupid thought that maybe the teacher knew what he'd dreamt about despite him knowing that the other man couldn't possibly know and he felt more heat rise on his face.
Mr. Black smiled and switched the mug to one hand to wave and Zoro just managed to wave back before the blond grabbed the whistle around his neck and blew sharply three times. And before Zoro knew it, Mr. Black had gone inside and all the children had left with him.