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A cold and bitter chill clung to the morning air, making it thick like fog, an icy blanket of frost latching itself to any small or large surface it saw. A sea of snow-filled clouds sat overhead, tightly knitted together, the sky blending in with the frigid horizon. White. Endless. It was a stubbornly cold day in December, and no matter how much imploring Sanji did in an attempt to warm up, whether that be through rubbing his sides, breathing into his hands, or holding himself for extra warmth, his pleas fell on deaf ears.
It was Zoro's fault he was freezing his ass off early in the morning to begin with. And how he resented agreeing to pick up his friend after Kendo practice now...but it was Nami's idea, so he didn't feel grouchy for too long. 'This should be Luffy right now...' Sanji thought to himself, his numb and reddened fingers reaching out towards the door of the training centre, the man barely feeling the pressure of the door beneath his fingertips as he pushed it open. That's right. It was Luffy's idea. "Why don't we all spend Christmas together? My Grandpa's been deployed and I know you guys aren't busy!", which was true, none of them were. So why not spend Christmas together as one big crew? They all had a month off for Christmas, so why not spend it together. But the one person who was putting Sanji off of the whole experience, was the moss head he was currently waiting for.
Small clicks echoed from Sanji's shoes as he made his way down the corridor, only the sound of his hurried footsteps filling the hall. There was four sets of doors; one for the changing rooms, one for the canteen, and on the left side, the remaining doors for two separate dojo's. As Sanji advanced, the sound of his walking met the the faint yet hypnotic crack of shinai connecting with bōgu, followed by kiai. Sanji approached the door and listened carefully.
"Men!"
"Do!"
"Kote!"
"Tsuki!"
It wasn't Zoro. Sanji knew his voice ('unfortunately' he thought), especially the way he sounded when he was angry, and it wasn't him. He tried to peer in through the small window on the door, but all he saw was a scary man, with piercing eyes like a hawk, sat to the side shouting instructions.
"Your Zanshin is laughable" The sensei calmly told his student.
Damn, Zoro takes orders from him? No wonder he's always in a mood after training.
Sanji stepped away, and figured the changing rooms was the most likely place for Zoro to be if he wasn't actively practicing, and shuffled along quickly to the next door, still feeling result of standing outside for the last hour. He felt chilled to the bone, almost like frost had formed and crystallised on this lungs, making it hard breathe. But as he opened the door, he was greeted with a large cloud of steam that wafted against his face, making his nose tingle. Finally, Sanji could remove his hands from the restrains of his pockets, and felt his fingers tremble as he stretched them out, trying to absorb any heat he could from the steam. Whoever was in the shower was taking a long soak. The changing room area was even foggy, and on the left side was the archway to the showers. The sound of water slapping against the tiled floor flooded the whole room, covering the sound of Sanji's footsteps as he approached the shower room, and that's when he really wished he hadn't.
Zoro stood against the wall, looking down at another. A long blond-haired man, whose head moved up and down on the other man's dick, holding it at the base with his hand, the other cupped around his balls. Zoro had a fistful of the man's hair, pushing his head down slightly, a small satisfied sigh escaping his mouth as he did, his lips parted and trembling. Sanji felt like a deer in headlights, unsure as to what he was seeing, or if it was even real. Sometimes, there are just some people you wouldn't want to ever walk in on. Zoro was one of those people for him. Unconsciously Sanji made a beeline for the changing room door, deciding it would be easier to pretend he hadn't seen anything rather than interrupting. Sanji may have thought the sound of the shower covered his steps, but Zoro didn't think so, and as Sanji turned to walk away, his friend took notice of who he saw watching him in the shower.
Sanji stormed out, his heart drumming in his chest fiercely. Again he passed the sounds of the Kendōka swinging their shinai, and back out the main entrance of the sports centre. Suddenly the disgustingly cold air seemed to not bother Sanji as he darted towards his car, almost welcoming the cold if it meant he could forget what he had just seen, the memories of Zoro getting sucked off in the shower already burning deep into his brain. He fumbled for the keys, dropping them clumsily on the floor and cursing to himself, before picking them back up and getting the door open, which he almost ripped off in an attempt to get inside. Immediacy Sanji started up the car and cracked on the heaters for a moment. Zoro would have to find the car himself (which is why Sanji had initially decided to wait outside and escort him), but at this point, he didn't care. Zoro could spend as much time as he wanted in there getting his dick sucked, but if he didn't walk out of the spots centre doors in the next twenty minutes, Sanji was leaving without him.
But after ten minutes of what felt like the most uncomfortable and cold eternity, Sanji spotted the man walk out of the entrance. Immediately Zoro began walking in the opposite direction, so Sanji honked in order to get his attention.
"Geez, that guy..."
He was hopeless. Zoro got in the car without a word, the same placid expression on his face as always. Sanji had never paid so much attention to the steering wheel of his car before, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact as he started the car once more. The silence between them was thick, and heavy, and weighed down on Sanji like a brick, Zoro on the other hand seemed unbothered as the blond started to drive off, looking towards his phone quickly at Google maps. Forty-five minutes . Great. Only the click of the indicators in the car could be heard, and the steady breathing of the both of them, until Zoro broke the silence.
"Sorry, practice overran today."
Sanji kept his eyes on the road, trying for a tone that was as passive as his friends.
"Yeah, s'fine"
He continued,
"Oh there's some food in that bag in the back. I made sandwiches."
Without replying, Zoro wrapped his arm around the headrest of his seat, and reached into the back, grabbing the carrier bag, and relaxing back in his seat with a small grunt. He eyed the sandwiches; his favourite, and let out a small hum of delight as he reached to get one, unwrapping it and stuffing the first half of it in his mouth. Sanji would've usually scolded him, but it didn't feel appropriate at this moment in time. A small pause ensued before Zoro spoke, like he was thinking hard on what to say, or debating even saying anything.
"I didn't expect to see you in the changing rooms."
Startled, Sanji tried his best not to slam his foot down on the break, grabbing the steering wheel for dear life. 'Why would be bring that up?!' Sanji screamed to himself before clearing his throat, keeping his composure, at least outwardly.
"Didn't know you swung that way"
"Didn't know you were such a shit cook; this sandwich tastes like ass"
Sanji gritted his teeth in anger,
"Wouldn't that make you like it more?"
"Not if it's yours"
"Oh fuck you!"
Zoro smiled cockily, as if sanji had said exactly what he had wanted him to, and he fell hook-line-and-sinker for the bait.
"I'm the dominant one here, not you."
Tense was the only word you could use to describe that atmosphere in the car as both men stayed quiet after that sarcastic comment. Sanji didn't know why he felt such an anger inside of him at Zoro, but he did. He didn't know why or how, but it didn't feel fair, and a sickly feeling ate away at him as he drove.
"So that's your boyfriend?" Sanji asked, calmly this time, not drowning in his emotions. He looked over towards Zoro, his eyes glued to his phone as he sent a text, not looking up from the screen as he gave his reply.
"Nah that's just Cavendish. We practice Kendo together."
Sanji scoffed at his remark,
"So what, you just pick up random guys in toilets?"
His comment caught Zoro's attention, his brows furrowing and his lips curled downwards. He put his phone down in the glove box and looked over, giving Sanji his full attention once more.
"No-he's someone I train with. And you don't have to sound too jealous"
Jealous?
That word irked Sanji. For what possible reason would he deserve the right to feel jealous in this situation? And what made the man even angrier was the fact he never denied it to himself one bit.
"Why would I be jealous, moss head?"
Not once did he deny it.
Zoro smirked,
"Because for someone who flirts with women all the time, you're probably still a virgin."
Zoro just knew how to push Sanji's buttons, and the blond haired man was using all of his willpower to not lunge at the man beside him, and squeeze his throat until he couldn't breathe. What a joke. Him, a virgin? Sure, it had been awhile since his relationship with Pudding had gone sour, but he had still made love to her a few times. Sanji had been taught to treat people with respect in that regard, not let people suck you off in shower rooms when you felt like it. But Zoro and Sanji were always like water and oil.
"I'm not a virgin."
The other man chuckled and leaned in closer to the driver's body.
"Then why are you hard just talking about sucking dick?"
Shit.
He had been caught out, and was hoping Zoro wouldn't notice. But just like always, he had the eyes of a fucking hawk. Aware of every little change in detail. Sanji didn't even know himself why he was hard, or why he felt his dick twitch in his boxers when he saw his friend getting a blowjob from some random guy who he didn't even know the name of. Maybe it had just been too long since he'd gotten laid, because there was no way he was turned on by that. No way.
"I'm not..." Sanji pathetically called out, a blush dusting against his cheeks. Focus on the road. Once the man got to Luffy's, he could just forget this conversation had ever happened.
"Don't lie, look how tight your trousers are" Zoro cooed, in a voice he'd never heard the man use, his big hands reaching over to Sanji's semi and groped the outline of his dick. The blond's breath hitched, and all he could do was let out an astonished gasp before biting his bottom lip, suppressing any reactions he might've had that showed that a small feeling of pleasure welled up inside him. He slapped Zoro's hand away, scoffing at his boldness. But all Zoro was focused on was the delectable sound his friend had made at the slightest bit of contact, and how he wanted to hear it again.
"Don't play hard to get, love cook~"
There it was again, that honeyed tone of voice.
"Like fuck I want you to touch my dick." Sanji spat out in an attempt to shake the other man off, but Zoro didn't budge, and Sanji didn't have it in him to keep playing the stubborn act.
"Then keep your eyes on the road, and pretend I'm someone else."
Was he seriously letting Roronoa Zoro sweet talk him right now? Sanji didn't get to reply before Zoro spoke again, this time, groping his clothed erection through his trousers once more, moving his hand in a stroking motion to get a feel for how big Sanji was. And Zoro was presently surprised.
"But it's not all bad, is it?" Zoro started, fiddling with the button on Sanji's trousers before quickly making his way to the zipper, pulling it down and then peeling his trousers back. It was easier to estimate Sanji's size through his boxers, but it's not like he had any interest in doing that as he reached behind the hem of the blond's underwear and pulled them back, revealing his semi-hard dick. Zoro took in the sight, and Sanji pretended not to notice. He was a decent size; not huge but he definitely wasn't average either. 'Just right' might be the phrase to use. Zoro smirked, letting his hot breath hit the head of Sanji's cock.
"In fact, I think you might find it quite pleasurable~" he purred, before planting a kiss on the tip, feeling it twitch under his lips. Zoro smiled smugly before wrapping a hand around the base of the man's dick. He placed yet another sloppy kiss on Sanji's tip, listening carefully for any sounds that the man might've made, before running the base of his tongue along the head. Zoro experimented momentarily with his tongue before taking his tip into his mouth, making sure to keep his teeth out of the way while he began to suck it, earning a small moan from Sanji in delight. The man could tell Sanji had never done this before, at least not with someone as experienced, and at least not with another man. He shivered from pleasure as his friend pulled his foreskin back, sensitive to another persons touch, and especially Zoro's as he hadn't even been kissed in months as his friend willingly sucked him off. He swirled his tongue along his sensitive head and watched as the cook stuttered a little, enough to make him grind his hips up into his friends mouth, purposefully paying the most attention to the tip of his cock.
Sanji gripped the steering wheel hard, like his life depending solely on how tightly he could hold the object in front of him, trying to focus the best he could on the road. Zoro swallowed his cock, but he could barely swallow his own pride as he tried his best to suppress the moans that begged to roll off of his tongue, only letting small, pathetic gasps pass them. Zoro didn't need to hear the other man's voice to know he was enjoying it though, as Sanji was painfully hard in his mouth, his dick throbbing as the feeling of his friends right warm throat wrapped around him. The cook needed to thank his driving skills later, as not an ounce of concentration was on the road, his body unconsciously knowing where to go and how to get there because of how many times he had driven to Luffy's for vacations and visits. But right now he didn't give a shit about Luffy, only the feeling of Zoro thrusting his head down onto his cock, taking more and more of him in until Zoro reached the base of his penis.
"Oh fuck..."
Sanji couldn't repress his words that time, and felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment as he knew Zoro would tease him for it. The other man gagged slightly as he deepthroated him, feeling the full size of Sanji as his tip hit the back of his throat. He moved his head back up a little, before beginning to bob his head up and down on his friends dick, every so often feeling a gag escape his lips, but not letting that stop him. Zoro held Sanji at the base, then using his other hand to cup his balls, massaging them gently as the taste of precum hit his tongue. That salty, addictive flavour. Sanji wanted to throw his head back, to moan hard and loud at the feeling of Zoro taking his cock so well in his mouth, and being so skilled at it too. The cook desperately wanted to thrust his hips up, and force the other man's head down onto his cock, but all he could do was focus on the road in front of him. At that moment Sanji's phone chimed- a notification from Google maps: "in three-hundred yards, take the exit into the East blue."
Oh how time flies when you're having fun.
Desperate slurping sounds filled the car, Zoro quickening his pace as he could tell Sanji was getting close, still fondling his balls in his hand as he did. The blond haired man unconsciously snapped his hips up into Zoro's mouth, earning another gag from the man as he sloppily sucked at his cock, spit dribbling down his own chin and hands. Sanji moved one hand from the steering wheel to place it on the back of Zoro's head, stroking his green hair slightly as he lost himself in pleasure.
"That's it, fuck..." Sanji cooed, surprising Zoro as he didn't expect any kind of verbal praise from his friend, especially after how enraged he had seemed at the idea of Zoro sucking him off before. But he didn't hate it, in fact it made his own dick twitch in his trousers as he heard Sanji talk back to him. He could get used to this.
"Oh baby I'm gonna cum~"
That's what Zoro had wanted to hear. Without much thought the green haired man was being forced to take all of his friends cock in his mouth, as Sanji pushed his head down with his hand, quick shallow thrusts filling Zoro's mouth as he felt Sanji's tip slam into the back of his wet, warm throat. Sanji let out one more strangled moan before finishing, thick hot cum lacing Zoro's throat as he panted, enjoying the high he got from such an intense orgasm. Sanji came hard, with a lot of cum too, and once Zoro felt the last droplet of cum leak from his slit, he pulled his head off of Sanji's dick, and looked towards him.
Momentarily, Sanji looked over at him, not yet feeling the repercussions of what he had done before Zoro opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, showing off the pool of cum Sanji had left in his mouth, before swallowing every last drop.
Holy shit. Sanji could get used to that.
Before long, Sanji's phone chimed again, ripping both of the men from their thoughts.
"You have arrived at your destination."