Chapter 4 – Chub Rub

Sanji

Sanji was well into his third mental breakdown by the time afternoon had rolled around. Really, at what point did they just become one continuous breakdown? He only felt himself growing more and more unhinged as his time in this cell marched resolutely onward with no concern for his precarious mental state.

Sanji blamed Zoro for this state of affairs, naturally. Zoro must have done something to him, otherwise he'd never be doing things like holding in a nosebleed so hard he passed out or waking up with an erection from the feel of Zoro's wonderfully hard body on top of him.

After all, how could he have possibly known that hearing Zoro taunt him with straight-up filth would make his nose want to burst like a geyser? He'd never heard such obscenities in his life – he never could have even conceived of the things Zoro had been saying! He was used to being the one whispering vulgarities into women's awaiting ears.

And how could he have possibly known that having Zoro's delicious weight on him would activate some hitherto unknown part of him that craved being held down by another person? He'd never been so blessedly surrounded and weighed down before – he would have never even thought to want such a thing. He was used to being the larger, heavier party when caught in a physical embrace.

Perhaps Sanji could explain away these unexpected sexual discoveries had it not been Zoro in the centre of them. But Sanji refused to accept that he'd had these unwanted reactions because of him. Clearly, his libido was simply out of control from not jerking off in three and half days. That was the reason he'd been popping boners off and on all morning and throughout two more feeding-induced close encounters with the idiot swordsman. Not because Zoro calling him a good boy was still echoing inside his skull. Not because he could still feel the ghost of Zoro's weight on him and Zoro's lips moving against his neck.

Now he knew the problem, he knew the solution. It would otherwise be a very straightforward matter, except Zoro was only a mere 20 feet away from him, having obediently retreated to his side of the cell after they'd silently suffered through breakfast and lunch and two painfully insipid conversations with Bob.

He had to weigh up just how desperate he was to release all his pent-up sexual frustration to be blissfully free of Zoro-induced erections for the remainder of their time here versus the inevitable crushing weirdness of doing so in front of Zoro. But what was really fucked up was that his dick actually perked up at the thought of being touched in Zoro's presence.

Unbelievable.

This…fixation – his dick's fixation, not his – had really gone too far. Perhaps it was time for drastic measures, to do things he would never otherwise consider were his very sanity not on the line.

Shit, was he really going to do this?

Sanji looked over at Zoro doing crunches and got that feeling in his chest he got every time he looked at Zoro lately, that light, warm sensation that made him feel like he could simply float away.

Yep, he was really going to do this.

Sanji took a deep breath and twisted his body around to face the wall he'd previously been sitting against. He needed to put as many barriers between him and Zoro as he could muster up. Unfortunately, he couldn't muster up anything else; his back would just have to suffice.

He pulled up his knees and spread his legs as far as they could go before surreptitiously unzipping his fly, pushing down his underwear, and pulling himself out. He was already as hard as the rock he was sitting on, though hopefully that meant this would be over quickly. Actually, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this desperate to come – this would definitely be over quickly.

Sanji felt prickles of awareness all over his body as he fisted his cock and slowly started to stroke, which only served to heighten his arousal. Doing this in Zoro's presence was so wrong. His dick positively pulsed in his grip at the thought. This was fucked up, but the more he thought about how Zoro could discover him any second, the faster his hand moved. He spat in his hand for lubrication so he could go faster still. Now he was squelching.

Sanji heard Zoro go still behind him. Sanji's breath stuttered. His hand didn't.

"Are you…" Zoro cleared his throat once, twice. "Are you jerking off?"

"Yeah, so?" Sanji replied as normally as he possible could under the circumstances.

"So? So?! Are you serious right now?" Zoro sputtered.

"About coming? Yes." Fuck, it felt absolutely dirty to be arguing with Zoro while he jerked himself off. He jerked faster.

"You can't do that in front of me!" Zoro yelled.

"Then don't look!"

"I can still hear you!"

Sanji almost moaned. Instead, he threw Zoro's words from the last night back at him: "That sounds like a you problem."

"My problem?" Zoro growled. "It's your fault I'm hard right now!"

Sanji's breath caught in his throat and his hand paused. Zoro was hard? From listening to Sanji jerk off?

Sanji had to squeeze his dick to keep from exploding at the thought.

Zoro clearly misinterpreted Sanji's silence and went on the defensive. "My dick is just jealous that your dick is getting attention while I can't give mine any!"

Huh, Sanji thought, consideringly.

There was this part of him that was impulsive and reckless, that didn't think ahead much further than the present moment. It was a part of him he'd long since given up on suppressing. It was the part of him that burst free at inopportune moments, like when he saw a beautiful woman and threw himself at her. He just reacted. He. Just. Couldn't. Help. Himself.

And it was this part on which Sanji would lay full blame for what he said next.

"I can help you out."

The silence that followed was the most loaded Sanji had ever felt. He held his breath in anticipation. The logical part of him was screaming at him to take it back, but his reckless side needed this. He needed this.

And it must have been Zoro's reckless side in charge too, because he simply replied, "Okay."

Sanji heard a loud buzzing in his ears as he turned around to face Zoro. His eyes dropped immediately to Zoro's lap and sure enough, there it was, the telltale bulge. Just waiting for Sanji's touch. He trembled.

"Come here," Sanji ordered.

"Don't order me about," Zoro muttered, flushing, but he came, looking anywhere but Sanji. He came to a stop in front of Sanji, his hard dick right before Sanji's face.

Sanji mouth filled with saliva. Weird. He'd revisit that later.

"Sit down next to me," Sanji directed. "I can't do this if I'm looking at you."

Zoro grumbled under his breath as he obediently sat down beside Sanji and spread his legs before raising only the knee furthest from Sanji. So Sanji could still have access.

"This was your idea," Zoro reminded him testily.

Sanji narrowed his eyes. "And I'll take it back if you don't shut up."

Zoro shut up.

Sanji smirked, though it quickly fell from his face when he realised he was going to have to do everything from here on out. Zoro couldn't participate. So, every action he took from this point forward would be a conscious decision on his part. He'd only have himself to blame.

He was going to do it anyway. There was no way he was backing down now, even if he wanted to. And he didn't want to.

Sanji took his hand off his dick – he hadn't even noticed he'd been squeezing it that whole time – and reached over to slowly unzip Zoro's fly. He wasn't prepared for Zoro's dick to just pop out.

Of course Zoro didn't wear underwear. Sanji was usually a big fan of underwear, but something about Zoro going around bare under his pants had Sanji licking his lips as he stared at Zoro's dick. Contrary to Sanji's quip the night before, Zoro's dick was rather large. Nothing unusual, just proportional. It was uncut and curved upwards.

He couldn't believe he was analysing Zoro's hard dick. It was just too surreal.

"Are you just going to stare at it, or are you going to touch it?" Zoro grouched, foregoing his vow of silence.

"Of course I'm going to touch it!" Sanji snapped and abruptly wrapped his hand around Zoro's hard cock.

Zoro moaned, a desperate noise that sounded wrenched from deep within him. Sanji put his free hand on his own dick and squeezed. He couldn't come. Not now. Not before he even got going. Not before he watched Zoro come apart.

Sanji stared down at Zoro's dick in his hand and felt like he was about to come out of his skin.

Zoro's dick is in my hand. Zoro's dick is in my hand.

"You're supposed to move your hand, Eyebrows. If I knew you'd be so bad at this I wouldn't have said yes." But Zoro's breathlessness was at odds with his words.

Sanji squeezed his hand around Zoro's dick in retaliation and Zoro's whole body jerked.

So, he liked it hard, did he? Good to know.

"Just give me a moment to get over how fucked this is," Sanji snapped, glaring at Zoro.

Zoro rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for your gay freak out."

"I'm not freaking out because you're a guy, I'm freaking out because it's you!" Sanji argued.

"I don't care," Zoro grunted. "Just do it already."

Sanji moved his hand up and down, once. Zoro bit down on his lip, hard.

"I'll do it when I'm good and ready," Sanji taunted. "You just have to sit there and take it."

"Fuck," Zoro whimpered and Sanji could get used to this heady feeling.

He jerked his hand again. Zoro writhed. Sanji smiled and said, "If you do what I say like a good boy then maybe I'll move my hand for you."

Shit, there was only so much of this Sanji himself could take, looking at Zoro coming apart from just Sanji's hand. He started jerking his own dick again for relief, but left his hand on Zoro's dick ruthlessly still.

"Please," Zoro whispered.

Sanji's heart pounded relentlessly in his chest. "What was that?" He said as rubbed his thumb over the bead of pre-cum on Zoro's dick.

I wonder what that would taste like.

"Please," Zoro moaned.

"Please what?"

Zoro sucked in quick breath, his face aflame. Sanji could see his pride warring with how good Sanji's hand felt on him.

His dick won. "Please jerk me off," Zoro pleaded in a low voice.

"Since you asked so nicely," Sanji crooned. As if he would've been able to keep his hand still after that.

He set his hand in motion, quickly finding a rhythm as Zoro's hips thrust up into his hand.

"Oh, shit. Oh, fuck," Sanji groaned. Who knew having a dick in his hand – Zoro's dick – would feel this good.

Sanji hungrily watched Zoro's face as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, desperately trying to keep any sounds in. But Sanji was determined to hear them. He needed to hear them more than he needed his next breath.

He twisted his hand and squeezed slightly on his next upstroke before rubbing his thumb across Zoro's cockhead. Zoro shouted unintelligibly. Sanji wanted to swallow that sound with his mouth. He knew he shouldn't, though in that moment he couldn't remember why. He just wanted to taste Zoro, just once, and hope it would be enough. He just wanted to trace the pulse in Zoro's neck with his tongue. He just wanted suck a mark in Zoro's skin so everyone who saw him knew Sanji had been there. He just wanted.

The thought of his mouth on Zoro, all over Zoro, almost sent Sanji over the edge. He desperately held himself back. Zoro was going to come first even if it killed him.

He jerked Zoro faster, squeezed him a bit harder, and Zoro's hips faltered.

"Fuck, Sanji!" Zoro moaned as he came all over Sanji's hand.

The sound of his name on Zoro's lips was instantly too much; Sanji erupted into his hand, gasping. He would never admit this to Zoro – ever, he had enough mental faculties available to remember that much – but that was the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced.

Zoro was panting next to him, coming down from his own high. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, looking as wrecked as Sanji felt.

Good.

But as the seconds ticked on, Sanji realised they had a problem. Or rather, he had a problem. He currently had Zoro's cum all over his hand, not to mention his own on the other. That had been an oversight on his part when he started this mess.

Sanji was staring at his hands in dismay when he felt Zoro's eyes on him. When Sanji met his gaze he felt like he'd be sucker-punched in the solar plexus.

Fuck! Not good!

Then, not breaking eye contact, Zoro leaned over Sanji and sucked his cum-soaked middle finger into his mouth. A finger that had Sanji's cum on it.

Sanji choked on his own saliva as Zoro swallowed. That had to be the single most arousing thing he had ever seen. He felt like he was outside of his body. Zoro had just eaten his cum like it was nothing.

"Mmmm," Zoro hummed as if Sanji tasted good.

What in the holy fucking fuck is happening right now?

Sanji opened his mouth to ask – presuming he could find his voice – but before he could, Zoro leaned his head back against the wall, closed his eyes, and…

Fell asleep.

Of course.

Sanji's spirits deflated along with his dick. He guessed he was handling clean up alone, then.

Zoro

The second time it happened was during dinnertime, in the middle of Sanji feeding Zoro their usual fare of meat, bread, and whatever the fuck that vegetable was.

Zoro popping a boner when he had Sanji's fingers in his mouth wasn't new; that had been happening every single time Sanji knelt in front of him and told him to open up. He was used to it. What he hadn't yet acclimated to was the fact that a mere four hours ago, Sanji's fingers had been on Zoro's dick, jerking him off until Zoro came so hard he got black spots in his vision. He still didn't think he had fully caught his breath.

He also hadn't quite reconciled the fact that he had eaten Sanji's cum. That was…yeah. His brain didn't even know how to process that or the fact that his dick twitched hopefully every time he thought about it – which was all the time, unsurprisingly – as if it wanted a repeat.

It wasn't just his dick that wanted a repeat.

And what was the problem with a doing a repeat, anyway? Once, twice, what did it really matter? The bridge had been crossed and there was no going back over it to a time when Sanji hadn't made him come with those fucking hands of his. There was no going back to a time when Sanji hadn't made him beg for it. He'd begged once, so what was once more, if it came down to that? Sure, it was frustrating as hell that Sanji had all the power in this situation – he could say no and Zoro would be left with nothing but a painfully hard dick. But…

But Sanji had come just as hard as Zoro had. And had almost choked himself to death when Zoro had sucked his cum-soaked finger. Sure, Sanji might still be a bit mad at Zoro for going to sleep and leaving him to deal with the mess by wiping his hands on his own shirt. But on the plus side, Sanji's shirt was now nothing but a cum-rag just waiting in the corner of the cell to be used again. And surely Sanji couldn't be that mad – he still had his jacket to ward off the cold.

All signs were pointing to a repeat. He just had to get the ball rolling.

"My dick's hard," Zoro stated. No one would ever accuse him of finesse. He didn't really see the point.

Sanji sighed in exasperation. "Yes, I noticed."

"So…aren't you going to do something about it?" Zoro ventured hopefully.

Sanji gaped at him. "I already feed you and now what? I'm some kind of handjob prison service?"

Zoro shrugged. "If that's what you want to call it."

"That's not how I want to call it!"

"Then what do you want to call it?" Zoro was getting confused.

"I don't want it to be a thing at all!"

Zoro was even more confused. "Why not?"

"I can't believe you're asking me that!" Sanji raged. "What about this situation makes you think I want to give you repeated handjobs?"

"Well, it worked last time, didn't it?" Zoro replied easily.

Sanji pinched his nose. "If it had worked like it was supposed to, I wouldn't be hard again."

Zoro perked up. "Well, why didn't you just say so? I'm ready to go when you are."

Sanji looked at Zoro, then he looked down at the bulge in Zoro's pants. Then he…licked his lips.

Oh boy, Zoro would definitely revisit that later. The thought of that damned mouth stuffed with his cock almost caused him to choke on his own saliva. But for now, a handjob would be more than enough. Sanji was a gay virgin, after all. Most straight guys balked at the idea of sucking cock. Well, most straight guys didn't lick their lips at the sight of a cock, so there was that.

Zoro probably should be freaking out more at the idea of doing all this with Sanji – it's clear Sanji still was – but what was that saying? Something about being in for berry, in for a…something? Whatever, the point was this was already happening so he might as well go all in. He wasn't a half-measure kind of guy once he'd decided on something. And approximately four hours ago, he'd decided he liked the taste of Sanji's cum.

But Sanji was still warring with his desire to come versus his aversion to Zoro being the one he was coming with. It's not that Zoro didn't get it – because who would've thought they'd end up in this mess – but, as he'd told Sanji yesterday, sex was sex. Sanji was making too big a deal of it, getting into his head about it. It wasn't that complicated. Honestly, these thinking types were so tedious sometimes.

Then Sanji sighed. It was a good sigh – one of utter defeat.

"Okay, fine."

Zoro huffed in amusement. "You don't have to sound so excited about it."

Sanji zipped open his fly and took his hard dick out. "Why would I be excited about this?"

Zoro reluctantly dragged his gaze away from Sanji's perfect cock – damn him – to look him in the eyes. This was an eye-contact kind of situation. "You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to, right? You know I'd never make you do anything you don't want to do."

Sanji rolled his eyes. "As if you could make me do anything I don't want to do."

Nope, not good enough. Zoro had to know Sanji wanted it.

"I'm serious, Eyebrows."

Sanji looked away, blushing. "I want it, okay?" Zoro thought he heard Sanji mumble.

He gently head-butted Sanji's shoulder, trying to get him to look at him. He wanted to see his eyes. "What was that, Cook?"

Sanji glared at him. "I said I want it! Now leave me alone!"

Zoro grinned. That was better. Now Zoro could get back to looking at Sanji's cock.

"I'll leave you alone as long as you don't leave me alone," he replied belatedly.

Sanji took the plate off Zoro's lap and put it aside before reaching for Zoro's fly. Zoro's dick leaped to greet him.

"I won't leave you alone now as long as you leave me alone afterwards as well," Sanji replied testily.

Zoro and Sanji had said all manner of things to each other since they'd met – death threats, promises of maiming, all sorts of inventive insults. Nothing had ever phased Zoro. Mostly because he knew Sanji didn't really mean it, just like Zoro didn't, but also because he didn't really care either way. Fighting with Sanji had just become a habit he couldn't break.

But Sanji saying he wanted Zoro to leave him alone after they were done? Something about that pierced right through Zoro's chest, right into the centre of his heart. It hurt.

Zoro quickly schooled his expression – no fucking way he wanted Sanji to know he now had the power to actually hurt him – but something must have shown anyway, or maybe Sanji just knew him that well, because he immediately looked concerned.

"What's wrong?" He questioned worriedly.

"Nothing," Zoro grumbled, looking away.

Sanji gripped his chin and forced Zoro to look at him. "Is it your injuries? Are you hurting?"

He was hurting alright, but not because of that inconsequential bullshit. But that bullshit did give Zoro a good out.

"Uh…yeah, my…um…my side just…twinged a little." Wow he was shit at lying. But Sanji seemed to buy it, running both hands down Zoro's sides.

Zoro hissed but it was not from pain.

"Which side?"

"Um…left."

Then Sanji lifted Zoro's shirt up and ran his hand over Zoro's bare skin.

Holy fuck, it felt good to have Sanji's hands on his skin. Zoro bit back a moan.

"I don't see anything," Sanji said.

"It's…uh…internal," Zoro lied. "But it's fine, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Sanji turned his worried gaze back to Zoro, who needed to get rid of that expression ASAP and get back to the choking-on-his-own-saliva expression Sanji had been wearing four hours ago. Zoro was not going to let his stupid emotions ruin his chance to come from Sanji's hands again.

"You sure?" Sanji asked.

"Yeah, look. My dick's still hard and everything," Zoro insisted.

Sanji seemed suspicious but he looked down and sure enough, there was Zoro's dick waving hello. Zoro wanted to laugh. Of course his dick was still hard. He was so hard up for Sanji's touch that his dick could withstand even Kuma's worst right now. A bit of insignificant, unexpected emotional pain wasn't going to dissuade it.

Sanji smirked and rubbed his hand over Zoro's bulge. "Guess I better get back to making you feel good then."

"Yes, please," Zoro replied meekly.

"Fuck, I love it when you say please," Sanji groaned.

"I'll say please as much as you want if you'd just touch me," Zoro begged. Okay, he was starting to sound desperate now. Or maybe he'd started sounding desperate five minutes ago. But then Sanji took Zoro's dick out and stroked and Zoro found he no longer cared.

"Fuck, yes," Zoro moaned. Shit, why did this feel so damn good? Had it ever been like this before? It must be the wrongness of it all that was amping things up – nothing to do with Sanji.

But it was Sanji's hand that was stroking him now and Sanji's hand that was making him feel so close to the edge already. Zoro refused to let himself be pushed over – he'd already come once today; he had to make a good showing of himself now. Besides, he wanted to savour it this time. Really savour it.

So, he did, taking in not just the glorious feeling of Sanji's hand on him, but also the blissed-out look on Sanji's face, the way Sanji's eyes were fixated on Zoro's cock, Sanji's little panting exhales, the little noises escaping with them, Sanji's throat as he swallowed, Sanji's skin, Sanji's mouth, Sanji, Sanji, Sanji. Zoro's pleasure was merely secondary; he just wanted to watch Sanji come apart.

If only he could touch him. Fuck, his fingers ached to touch him, the skin on his cheek that looked so soft, the strands of hair over his eyes that looked so silky. He just wanted to put his fingers on Sanji's lips to feel his breaths and put his hand on Sanji's chest to feel his heart beat. He just wanted.

"I wish my hands were free," Zoro breathed as he desperately tried to hold himself together.

Not yet, not yet.

Sanji eyes flew up to meet Zoro's. "Why?" he asked, breathless.

"So I can touch you."

And just like that, Sanji came all over his hand, moaning loudly. One of these times Zoro was going to get Sanji to say his name as he came.

Zoro waited to let himself go until he'd finished watching the way Sanji's jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut and his neck strained. Seeing Sanji come was a revelation. He was kicking himself for closing his eyes last time. He never wanted to miss this again.

Sanji had been leisurely stroking Zoro as he regained his senses, but once they had been regained, he was relentless once more. And impatient.

"Come for me, Zoro," Sanji ordered and that did it – Zoro came hard with a wordless cry.

He could feel Sanji's eyes on him as his heart started to settle down and his dick started to soften and felt strangely self-conscious. He wanted to know what Sanji saw when he looked at him. If it was good.

If he felt at all any of the things Zoro felt when he looked at Sanji.

Fortunately, Sanji stood up and shuffled towards the cum-rag before Zoro could feel even more vulnerable and exposed. This was supposed to be just sex. Where the fuck were all these feelings coming from? And how could he permanently excise them from his body?

Sanji shuffled back over to Zoro and looked down at him. Zoro prayed to whatever god existed that what he was feeling wasn't showing on his face. He'd have to commit seppuku or something if they were.

"You done?" Sanji asked, nodding towards the long-forgotten food.

"Yeah, I'm done."

Hopefully one day that would be true.