(One Piece) Fruity
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salmon_pinkTitle: Fruity
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp
Rating: R
Words: 2098
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_smutlets, prompt "banana".
Summary: Biting off more than he could chew, and loving every second.
Mostly, Sanji was in charge of their relationship. This wasn’t so much to do with him being a natural leader or anything, just that Usopp didn’t have a habit of kicking people through walls when he was angry or flustered, so he’d simply deemed it safer to leave everything up to Sanji.
Unfortunately Sanji didn’t take to being in charge of their relationship very well. Mostly because he still seemed a little lost over the concept of them having a relationship, or at least one that stretched beyond ‘nakama’.
Usopp wasn’t about to say anything to Sanji about it, what with that whole kicking-through-walls personality quirk, but he always thought he was supposed to be the one who ran from danger.
He still wasn’t sure what Sanji thought might be dangerous about being with Usopp. They were careful with their secret, and they were just cook and sniper in front of everyone who cared to look. Anything more than that was reserved for ungodly hours of the morning and hidden corners of the ship, so Usopp was convinced that if the only thing making Sanji hesitate was a fear of getting caught, then he was probably over-reacting.
There was also the possibility that Sanji was still a little put out by Usopp’s lack of breasts. Sanji, after all, had a particular fondness for breasts. But a fair amount of time had passed since those first stumbling kisses and awkward agreements, so Usopp figured Sanji should probably be over it already.
Whatever it was, Usopp had decided that it was safer to let Sanji lead their relationship, so he really had no right to be so exasperated when Sanji failed to lead their relationship anywhere at all.
Trying to kiss Sanji wasn’t like playing with fire, or any of those clichés. It was more akin to repeatedly slamming his head against a wall, only with the added bonus of being painfully aroused at the same time.
Sanji kissed like a starving man, which seemed oddly appropriate, and he had this habit of biting at Usopp’s bottom lip, like he could never get enough of it, that Usopp really appreciated.
Except he’d keep breaking away to hiss insults, or recite recipes, or talk about the damn weather, like he was trying to distract himself, not get too caught up in it, or like he was trying to drive Usopp round the bend. And then he’d dive back in, attacking Usopp’s mouth with impressive gusto, only to stop yet again moments later to breathlessly stutter about another inane topic, ask another pointless question about the Merry’s upkeep that Usopp wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer or not.
Sanji would make these breathy little sounds that made Usopp’s head spin as his tongue slid into Usopp’s mouth, and his hands would never be content to stay still, had to wander over Usopp’s arms, claw at his shoulders, cling to his waist. Only Usopp had to be extremely careful about his own hands, because if Sanji deemed them too forward it would all be over, and Sanji would be stalking back to the kitchen with tense shoulders and Usopp would be left staring wide-eyed at the suddenly empty space in front of him.
Sometimes ‘too forward’ was running his hands up Sanji’s back, or squeezing at his thigh. Sometimes it was the most minute and involuntary twitch of a finger as Usopp gripped the arms of his chair or the fabric of his own overalls to keep from slipping up.
Usopp really liked kissing Sanji, but he had grown less and less fond of the desire to slam his head against a wall. He really liked kissing Sanji, in fact, but it was getting to a point where it was more frustrating to let Sanji kiss him and then freak out than it was to simply abstain from kissing altogether. They were a part of the same crew, after all, and it had taken a lot of consideration and deliberation, but Usopp had decided that it might just be easier to end things before they got too complicated. Too complicated being the way he could feel himself getting closer and closer to breaking point, and just maybe doing something stupid the next time Sanji randomly pulled away from him.
It would be Usopp who ended up flying through the nearest wall if he did do anything stupid, of course, but it would probably leave Sanji really upset and the rest of the crew with questions.
So he’d decided that he should maybe take charge of their relationship just long enough to end it, and then run like hell, but he had absolutely no idea how to do it. They probably needed privacy, he reasoned, but privacy might lead to Sanji kissing him again, and Usopp was pretty sure that the plan would fall apart under the pressure of Sanji’s lips.
Usopp stared at Sanji’s back, which probably wasn’t a good idea because staring at any part of Sanji usually led to unhelpful thoughts. He’d never had to break up with someone before, least of all someone he was travelling the most dangerous ocean in the world with, and it all seemed rather delicate.
He reached for the bowl of fruit across the galley table, snatching up the first piece his fingers fell on, simply for something to do with his hands. He really wanted his sketchbook or his workshop in front of him, he always felt his mind clear with them near by, but Sanji had warned him about disturbing him while he was busy and Usopp figured that Sanji being pissed at him would just make everything harder than it needed to be.
He wished absently that he’d at least had the presence of mind to bring a pencil into the galley with him to twirl through his fingers, but he settled for peeling the banana and staring into space.
He’d heard about all the lines. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Well, that was kind of a lie. ‘I’m not ready to be in a relationship.’ That was a lie too. Usopp had always been pretty good with lies, but somehow they felt wrong under the circumstances. He cared about Sanji, he was nakama, and he didn’t really want to lie to him, but he had a feeling telling the truth wasn’t such a hot idea either, and he could already feel his head starting to hurt as he chewed on the banana.
A strange noise from near the sink snapped him out of his thoughts.
Sanji was staring at him with a look that Usopp associated far too readily with battle. He felt his skin prickle with warning, glancing behind him, but there weren’t any monsters there, and nobody was shouting about Marine attacks. Just the quiet of the galley, and Sanji was still staring at him in that odd way, and Usopp was starting to suspect the strange noise had come from Sanji’s own mouth.
He shifted a little in his seat, wondering if Sanji had some fiercely guarded secret power to read his mind and figure out exactly why he was moping around the kitchen, and took another bite of the banana, since that seemed slightly less conspicuous than nonchalant whistling.
Another of those strange sounds, and when he glanced at Sanji he saw his eyes flare, and Usopp had only a moment to swallow thickly and fear for his life before Sanji was stalking across the room, eyes flicking unconsciously between the banana in Usopp’s hand and his mouth.
He had a second to think ‘oh’ before Sanji pounced.
Sanji’s lips were as insistent as ever, only he was making those little noises against Usopp’s mouth, and up close they sounded hungry and desperate, and Usopp was pretty sure that ‘something stupid’ he really didn’t want to do was getting close, because his hands didn’t want to stay still. They followed the line of Sanji’s hips, one slipping higher to rest between his shoulder blades, as Sanji swung an endless leg over Usopp’s thighs to straddle him on the bench. He tried desperately to will them to stop, but they just wouldn’t obey, and he could feel one sliding lower, lower, hand spreading to cup Sanji’s ass, and Sanji was going to jump off of him like he’d been scolded any moment…
Only, he didn’t, and the noise he made when Usopp’s traitorous fingers squeezed at him was almost like a whimper, and it was all a trick, it couldn’t be this perfect, it had to be a dream, only Sanji wasn’t disappearing, and Usopp wasn’t waking up, and Sanji’s fingers were tugging at the clasps to his overalls as if they’d forgotten just how skilled they were supposed to be.
Maybe he was dead and this was heaven, which was actually pretty alright with Usopp in that moment, and the clasps gave under Sanji’s attentions, straps sliding down. And then Sanji decided to pull back.
Usopp was about to make a really undignified noise when he caught sight of the slightly wild look on Sanji’s face, and immediately shut up.
Until less than a few seconds later, when Sanji leant down to press white hot kisses over his exposed shoulder, and Usopp heard himself make a messy combination of a gurgle and a squeal, but decided he was beyond caring.
Not only was Sanji not running away, but his hands were making a point of sliding under the waistband of Usopp’s boxers, and he’d never noticed the way Sanji always kept their lower bodies apart when they kissed, but he was really noticing it now, because Sanji had clearly really enjoyed watching him eat that banana.
Usopp always liked to talk, especially when he was flustered or overwhelmed, much in the same way Sanji liked to kick, but words were suddenly beyond him. His mouth flapped uselessly, all splutters and gasps, as Sanji did what Usopp had been secretly craving since their first meeting and got a damn good hold on him.
Those not-word noises were getting higher-pitched by the second.
So, of course, that’s when the galley door swung open.
Zoro’s eyes flew wide.
Sanji fell off the bench.
Usopp moaned, although that was more to do with the loss of perfect grip and friction than anything else.
Without another word, Zoro turned on his heel and walked briskly back out of the room, but the damage was done. Not to Usopp’s libido, which would probably never recover and would still be burning brightly if Kuro, Krieg, Arlong and an army of giants had burst through the door instead of Zoro on a quest for booze. But to the atmosphere, and to Sanji’s enthusiasm, which was now lost under the warring expression of complete shock and a deep scowl that were battling for domination on his face as he picked himself up and made a great show of brushing imaginary dirt off of his suit.
That was it. Sanji was never going to kiss him again, let alone shove his hands down Usopp’s pants, and it was now or never, Usopp was going to break it off and then run like hell, specifically to the bathroom.
He opened his mouth, spluttered another few times for good measure, and then tried to announce his intentions.
Except Sanji interrupted by pointing at the half-eaten banana and snapping, “Don’t waste that.”
Usopp watched Sanji glower and decided it wasn’t such a good time to piss him off after all.
He dutifully picked up the banana from where it had fallen on the bench beside him, and obediently took a bite. Not that he could taste it, he wasn’t particularly tuned into any senses beyond horny, but he stared at the kitchen table and chewed slowly, not really feeling like a swift kick being added to the already unbearable ache now throbbing between his legs.
He glanced up apologetically, or his look could have been petulant but he was at least trying for apologetic, as he placed the now-empty peel down on the table.
He barely had a chance to notice the way Sanji’s eyes had gone dark before he had a lap full of cook again, and this time there was no delay in Sanji’s hands sliding under his clothes, his own hips rolling against Usopp’s stomach.
Maybe Sanji wasn’t quite so bad at taking charge of their relationship after all, although Usopp made a mental note to count how many bananas were left in the fruit bowl as soon as his eyes uncrossed. Just in case.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanji/Usopp
Rating: R
Words: 2098
Notes: For
50_smutlets, prompt "banana".Summary: Biting off more than he could chew, and loving every second.
Mostly, Sanji was in charge of their relationship. This wasn’t so much to do with him being a natural leader or anything, just that Usopp didn’t have a habit of kicking people through walls when he was angry or flustered, so he’d simply deemed it safer to leave everything up to Sanji.
Unfortunately Sanji didn’t take to being in charge of their relationship very well. Mostly because he still seemed a little lost over the concept of them having a relationship, or at least one that stretched beyond ‘nakama’.
Usopp wasn’t about to say anything to Sanji about it, what with that whole kicking-through-walls personality quirk, but he always thought he was supposed to be the one who ran from danger.
He still wasn’t sure what Sanji thought might be dangerous about being with Usopp. They were careful with their secret, and they were just cook and sniper in front of everyone who cared to look. Anything more than that was reserved for ungodly hours of the morning and hidden corners of the ship, so Usopp was convinced that if the only thing making Sanji hesitate was a fear of getting caught, then he was probably over-reacting.
There was also the possibility that Sanji was still a little put out by Usopp’s lack of breasts. Sanji, after all, had a particular fondness for breasts. But a fair amount of time had passed since those first stumbling kisses and awkward agreements, so Usopp figured Sanji should probably be over it already.
Whatever it was, Usopp had decided that it was safer to let Sanji lead their relationship, so he really had no right to be so exasperated when Sanji failed to lead their relationship anywhere at all.
Trying to kiss Sanji wasn’t like playing with fire, or any of those clichés. It was more akin to repeatedly slamming his head against a wall, only with the added bonus of being painfully aroused at the same time.
Sanji kissed like a starving man, which seemed oddly appropriate, and he had this habit of biting at Usopp’s bottom lip, like he could never get enough of it, that Usopp really appreciated.
Except he’d keep breaking away to hiss insults, or recite recipes, or talk about the damn weather, like he was trying to distract himself, not get too caught up in it, or like he was trying to drive Usopp round the bend. And then he’d dive back in, attacking Usopp’s mouth with impressive gusto, only to stop yet again moments later to breathlessly stutter about another inane topic, ask another pointless question about the Merry’s upkeep that Usopp wasn’t sure if he was supposed to answer or not.
Sanji would make these breathy little sounds that made Usopp’s head spin as his tongue slid into Usopp’s mouth, and his hands would never be content to stay still, had to wander over Usopp’s arms, claw at his shoulders, cling to his waist. Only Usopp had to be extremely careful about his own hands, because if Sanji deemed them too forward it would all be over, and Sanji would be stalking back to the kitchen with tense shoulders and Usopp would be left staring wide-eyed at the suddenly empty space in front of him.
Sometimes ‘too forward’ was running his hands up Sanji’s back, or squeezing at his thigh. Sometimes it was the most minute and involuntary twitch of a finger as Usopp gripped the arms of his chair or the fabric of his own overalls to keep from slipping up.
Usopp really liked kissing Sanji, but he had grown less and less fond of the desire to slam his head against a wall. He really liked kissing Sanji, in fact, but it was getting to a point where it was more frustrating to let Sanji kiss him and then freak out than it was to simply abstain from kissing altogether. They were a part of the same crew, after all, and it had taken a lot of consideration and deliberation, but Usopp had decided that it might just be easier to end things before they got too complicated. Too complicated being the way he could feel himself getting closer and closer to breaking point, and just maybe doing something stupid the next time Sanji randomly pulled away from him.
It would be Usopp who ended up flying through the nearest wall if he did do anything stupid, of course, but it would probably leave Sanji really upset and the rest of the crew with questions.
So he’d decided that he should maybe take charge of their relationship just long enough to end it, and then run like hell, but he had absolutely no idea how to do it. They probably needed privacy, he reasoned, but privacy might lead to Sanji kissing him again, and Usopp was pretty sure that the plan would fall apart under the pressure of Sanji’s lips.
Usopp stared at Sanji’s back, which probably wasn’t a good idea because staring at any part of Sanji usually led to unhelpful thoughts. He’d never had to break up with someone before, least of all someone he was travelling the most dangerous ocean in the world with, and it all seemed rather delicate.
He reached for the bowl of fruit across the galley table, snatching up the first piece his fingers fell on, simply for something to do with his hands. He really wanted his sketchbook or his workshop in front of him, he always felt his mind clear with them near by, but Sanji had warned him about disturbing him while he was busy and Usopp figured that Sanji being pissed at him would just make everything harder than it needed to be.
He wished absently that he’d at least had the presence of mind to bring a pencil into the galley with him to twirl through his fingers, but he settled for peeling the banana and staring into space.
He’d heard about all the lines. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Well, that was kind of a lie. ‘I’m not ready to be in a relationship.’ That was a lie too. Usopp had always been pretty good with lies, but somehow they felt wrong under the circumstances. He cared about Sanji, he was nakama, and he didn’t really want to lie to him, but he had a feeling telling the truth wasn’t such a hot idea either, and he could already feel his head starting to hurt as he chewed on the banana.
A strange noise from near the sink snapped him out of his thoughts.
Sanji was staring at him with a look that Usopp associated far too readily with battle. He felt his skin prickle with warning, glancing behind him, but there weren’t any monsters there, and nobody was shouting about Marine attacks. Just the quiet of the galley, and Sanji was still staring at him in that odd way, and Usopp was starting to suspect the strange noise had come from Sanji’s own mouth.
He shifted a little in his seat, wondering if Sanji had some fiercely guarded secret power to read his mind and figure out exactly why he was moping around the kitchen, and took another bite of the banana, since that seemed slightly less conspicuous than nonchalant whistling.
Another of those strange sounds, and when he glanced at Sanji he saw his eyes flare, and Usopp had only a moment to swallow thickly and fear for his life before Sanji was stalking across the room, eyes flicking unconsciously between the banana in Usopp’s hand and his mouth.
He had a second to think ‘oh’ before Sanji pounced.
Sanji’s lips were as insistent as ever, only he was making those little noises against Usopp’s mouth, and up close they sounded hungry and desperate, and Usopp was pretty sure that ‘something stupid’ he really didn’t want to do was getting close, because his hands didn’t want to stay still. They followed the line of Sanji’s hips, one slipping higher to rest between his shoulder blades, as Sanji swung an endless leg over Usopp’s thighs to straddle him on the bench. He tried desperately to will them to stop, but they just wouldn’t obey, and he could feel one sliding lower, lower, hand spreading to cup Sanji’s ass, and Sanji was going to jump off of him like he’d been scolded any moment…
Only, he didn’t, and the noise he made when Usopp’s traitorous fingers squeezed at him was almost like a whimper, and it was all a trick, it couldn’t be this perfect, it had to be a dream, only Sanji wasn’t disappearing, and Usopp wasn’t waking up, and Sanji’s fingers were tugging at the clasps to his overalls as if they’d forgotten just how skilled they were supposed to be.
Maybe he was dead and this was heaven, which was actually pretty alright with Usopp in that moment, and the clasps gave under Sanji’s attentions, straps sliding down. And then Sanji decided to pull back.
Usopp was about to make a really undignified noise when he caught sight of the slightly wild look on Sanji’s face, and immediately shut up.
Until less than a few seconds later, when Sanji leant down to press white hot kisses over his exposed shoulder, and Usopp heard himself make a messy combination of a gurgle and a squeal, but decided he was beyond caring.
Not only was Sanji not running away, but his hands were making a point of sliding under the waistband of Usopp’s boxers, and he’d never noticed the way Sanji always kept their lower bodies apart when they kissed, but he was really noticing it now, because Sanji had clearly really enjoyed watching him eat that banana.
Usopp always liked to talk, especially when he was flustered or overwhelmed, much in the same way Sanji liked to kick, but words were suddenly beyond him. His mouth flapped uselessly, all splutters and gasps, as Sanji did what Usopp had been secretly craving since their first meeting and got a damn good hold on him.
Those not-word noises were getting higher-pitched by the second.
So, of course, that’s when the galley door swung open.
Zoro’s eyes flew wide.
Sanji fell off the bench.
Usopp moaned, although that was more to do with the loss of perfect grip and friction than anything else.
Without another word, Zoro turned on his heel and walked briskly back out of the room, but the damage was done. Not to Usopp’s libido, which would probably never recover and would still be burning brightly if Kuro, Krieg, Arlong and an army of giants had burst through the door instead of Zoro on a quest for booze. But to the atmosphere, and to Sanji’s enthusiasm, which was now lost under the warring expression of complete shock and a deep scowl that were battling for domination on his face as he picked himself up and made a great show of brushing imaginary dirt off of his suit.
That was it. Sanji was never going to kiss him again, let alone shove his hands down Usopp’s pants, and it was now or never, Usopp was going to break it off and then run like hell, specifically to the bathroom.
He opened his mouth, spluttered another few times for good measure, and then tried to announce his intentions.
Except Sanji interrupted by pointing at the half-eaten banana and snapping, “Don’t waste that.”
Usopp watched Sanji glower and decided it wasn’t such a good time to piss him off after all.
He dutifully picked up the banana from where it had fallen on the bench beside him, and obediently took a bite. Not that he could taste it, he wasn’t particularly tuned into any senses beyond horny, but he stared at the kitchen table and chewed slowly, not really feeling like a swift kick being added to the already unbearable ache now throbbing between his legs.
He glanced up apologetically, or his look could have been petulant but he was at least trying for apologetic, as he placed the now-empty peel down on the table.
He barely had a chance to notice the way Sanji’s eyes had gone dark before he had a lap full of cook again, and this time there was no delay in Sanji’s hands sliding under his clothes, his own hips rolling against Usopp’s stomach.
Maybe Sanji wasn’t quite so bad at taking charge of their relationship after all, although Usopp made a mental note to count how many bananas were left in the fruit bowl as soon as his eyes uncrossed. Just in case.
