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It’s not that hard to tell when Luffy is upset about something, really. He’s been making distraught noises and sighing for the better part of the past five minutes, just waiting for someone to ask what’s wrong. Nami snaps first, because her patience is already pretty thin when it comes to his antics.
“What’s the problem this time, Luffy, jeez!”
Seemingly not catching or simply ignoring her pissed-off tone, he drapes his arms over Zoro’s shoulders from behind where the other man is sitting and sighs. “If I fail math, I’m gonna get in super big trouble- like, ultra mega big, yaknow? Gramps is gonna be so pissed, but I got a 3% on the last test.”
“How the fuck did you manage that?” Usopp pipes in, and it’s honestly a reasonable question, considering there was a lot of multiple choice AND this is the second year Luffy’s had to take this same class- he should know at least some of it already.
“I dunno! I just don’t get it!” Luffy throws his hands up in the air, walking away from a flushed Zoro and taking his own seat- as well as stealing a bit of food off of Usopp’s plate on the way. “The way the teachers say stuff just doesn’t make any sense to me.”
“Have you thought of getting a tutor?” Sanji asks, placating a complaining Usopp with a portion of his own meal. “Could help, find someone who knows how to work around that brain of yours.”
Nami raises an eyebrow.
Looks to Zoro, blushing from the casual contact their friend had just given him. She knows damn well about his crush- she’s pretty sure almost everyone but Luffy knows. It’s written all over him.
When their eyes meet, Zoro’s eyes widen. He’s mouthing “no” to her, and the look on his face is the closest she’s ever seen the man to genuine horror.
She grins.
“Say, Luffy, when Zoro was in high school, do you know what clubs he was in?”
Luffy, nursing a red spot on his hand where Usopp had smacked him for yet again trying to steal off his plate- “Why don’t you steal from someone else, seriously?!” “Zoro’s too aware and so is Sanji and Nami is scary!”- turns to the redhead. “Ehh, umm… kendo, but he still does that so I dunno if that was a high school thing ‘cause I dunno if my school has it, uh, some more sports stuff, I guess? I don’t think anything he doesn’t do now.”
“Yeah, yeah, we all know he’s a gym rat,” she drawls. “Did he not tell you about-“
“Nami,” Zoro hisses, trying to cut her off.
“I don’t see why you’re such a big baby about it! You could really help Luffy out, you know!”
“It’s embarrassing!” he snaps, red as a beet. “You know Mihawk put me up to it anyways!”
“Zoro could help me? How?”
Upon meeting Luffy’s big brown doe eyes, something in Zoro clearly gives. “Uhh…”
“Well?” Luffy prompts.
“In high school I was…” God, he’s saying it through gritted teeth and he kind of looks like he’s about to shit himself with that expression he’s making- “on the Mathletes-“
“FUCK, I forgot!” Sanji laughs, getting a bit of spit on Zoro’s face as he does and Zoro has half a mind to spit right back on purpose. “You were a nerd for that, right!”
“Just because I was good at it doesn’t mean I liked it, I haven’t done actual complex math since I was in high school! Plus, you were a nerd about like, sea creatures and fish and cooking and shit!” Zoro sputters.
“Yeah, because they’re cool,” Sanji replies. “Not like math.”
“Oh, cooking in a frilly fuckin’ apron is so cool , yeah-“
“Zoro,” Luffy steps in, cutting the budding argument short. “If you’re so good at it, can you help me?”
“I don’t have to do shit,” Zoro grunts, staunchly refusing to meet Luffy’s eyes. Luffy just tugs at his arm.
“Pleaaaase? You’re always so good at explaining other stuff to me, like the time you told me why I couldn’t steal Usopp’s asthma inhaler to spray it everywhere for fun and stuff, right? Even though it leaves cold spots on my skin for a few seconds and feels funny? ‘Cause he needs it to not die sometimes ‘n stuff? Remember? So you’d be good at this too, right?”
And as strong as he wants to be, Zoro is the most susceptible of all of them to Luffy’s pleading. He shakes Luffy off of his arm with a flush on his face because goddamnit, he knows when he’s beat and he knows exactly why he got beat. Stupid Luffy and his cute fuckin’ everything.
“Fine. Just… I’ll stop by your house tomorrow or somethin’, alright?”
“Yosh!” And there’s that big grin, shining through everything and burning Zoro’s heart ‘til it’s damn near ash.
Zoro knows the other three are laughing at him not-so-subtly, but he can’t find it in him to care.
- - -
“‘Given the graph of f(x) = x², graph the inverse relation.’”
“Does it have an actual graph? Like, pictures?”
“No.”
“Can we skip it?”
“For now. Alright, next one… ugh, this is gonna be shit to explain to you, I know it. ‘A quadratic function represents the relationship between the height of a ball and the time elapsed since the ball was thrown. What physical factors will restrict the domain and range of the quadratic function?’”
“Zoro, this sucks .” Luffy groans in reply, head resting on the table in his dining room. “We already did sooo much, why do we have to do more?”
“Luffy, you did- you did three fucking questions on this whole page,” Zoro gestures to his paper in exasperation. “And we can’t even do questions five and six because you fell asleep and drooled all over the paper and if I touch it with anything at all it will definitely rip because it’s soggy so we can forget about doing those, and- stop looking at me like that!”
Luffy, still resting his head on the table, is picking his nose with a bored expression as Zoro rambles, and Zoro’s not even sure he was even listening to anything he said, and sure, when Luffy did understand a question after Zoro explained it thoroughly and his face lit up in excitement that he got it- well, that was fine and all, it put a smile on Zoro’s face. But the hours spent in between explaining were frustrating, and now Luffy is picking his nose at him, and he decides he’s had enough for today.
“Your face just scrunched up all ugly. Stop thinking too hard, you look weird,” Luffy pipes in, and Zoro cuffs him on the back of the head.
“You’re not exactly the prettiest bitch on the block either, idiot,” Zoro huffs, but it lacks any real insult and Luffy just giggles.
“I’m bored. You’re bored too, right?” Luffy asks.
“Yeah. Might head home now, it’s gettin’ late,” he replies, standing up out of the chair he’s been in for upwards of three hours and letting out a groan of relief as he stretches. God, his ass feels numb at this point, too.
If he’d been looking, he would have noticed Luffy’s eyes on his stomach as he stretched, shirt riding up to show a strong abdomen and a very appealing trail of green hair leading below his waistband. But he wasn’t, and Luffy switched his gaze back to Zoro’s face before he was any the wiser.
“You could stay?” Luffy suggests. “Like a sleepover! We can watch a movie and you can make me popcorn!”
Luffy’s eyes are already lighting up at the thought of a sleepover, and Zoro knows by now he’s going to cave eventually so he doesn’t bother putting up a fight against the younger man. “You know how to make your own popcorn, dumbass.”
“Yeah, but it’s sooo much better when someone else does it for me,” Luffy grins, all gums and teeth, a smile some may find offputting but to Zoro it feels like home.
“Fine, fine,” Zoro sighs. “You head to your room ‘n get set up ‘n pick a movie, I’ll be up in a few with the popcorn, alright?”
“Yosh!” Luffy pumps his fist in the air and rushes off.
When Zoro gets to Luffy’s room- and he doesn’t blame himself for getting a bit turned around in this house, Garp’s place is big, alright, anyone would get a little lost- the younger man is sitting in a messy jumble of blankets on top of his bed. His room is messy, abundantly so, filled with things he’s found and liked and kept, and Zoro has to watch his step a bit as he sits down on the bed next to Luffy.
“No mattress for me? You gonna make me sleep on the couch?”
“Zoro can just sleep with me, my bed is big enough,” Luffy says around a mouthful of popcorn. Since when did he take the bowl out of Zoro’s hands? He’s already eaten half of it, it was a big bowl, Zoro made enough for two-
But a meal enough for five probably wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Luffy, he thinks fondly. It takes a few more moments for Zoro to register he and Luffy will be sleeping in the same bed, but he tries not to let his expression show how he feels about that. Luffy is a very tactile person, he’d probably share his bed with anyone. It’s no big deal.
“So, whaddid you pick?” Zoro asks, grabbing a bit of one of the blankets Luffy is under and draping it over himself, trying not to pay attention to the quick brush of Luffy’s skin against his ankles as he cozies up.
“It’s this new one- it looks kinda dumb, but like, fun dumb, and there’s explosions,” Luffy replies, eyes sparkling. “It has sooo many explosions, Zoro.”
Zoro just snorts. “Alright, press play then, no use in waiting.”
- - -
The movie is okay. Luffy was right, it’s pretty dumb, and the writing is godawful, but Luffy is satisfied with the amount of violent action on the screen and Zoro is satisfied being with Luffy, so it all works out.
But then there’s a kiss scene.
An uncomfortably long kiss scene, to be more precise.
The background music isn’t loud enough, either- he and Luffy can clearly hear the wet noises of lips meeting lips, there are closeups on mouths and tongues and neither of them have said a damn word. Luffy’s still watching, eyes glued to the screen, and maybe Zoro is the only uncomfortable one and he’s overthinking it-
“I’ve never been kissed before, Zoro,” Luffy says, breaking the silence and turning to look at the older man.
“And?” Zoro grunts, leaning a bit away from Luffy because he looks so intense all of a sudden and Zoro never knows how to deal with that look directed at him. It’s like he’s being studied, which is bullshit because it never takes Luffy long to see what someone is feeling. He may not be smart in books, but he’s incredibly adept at people and he reads them in seconds. So Zoro doesn’t know why Luffy keeps looking.
The movie has continued, the scene passed, but Luffy is still staring at Zoro like he’s trying to decide something and it’s making Zoro’s skin prickle and flush.
“Zoro has, right? Kissed before?” Luffy probes, and Zoro can just nod, not trusting his voice not to come out cracking and nervous.
“So it’d feel good with Zoro, right?” Luffy presses, leaning closer to Zoro as Zoro keeps leaning further away. “He could make me feel good? Teach me this, too?”
Zoro gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “Yeah,” he says hoarsely, mouth feeling much too dry. “What about it?”
And Luffy grabs his face and kisses him.
Luffy clearly has no idea what the fuck he’s doing, he goes in with tongue first and almost clashes their teeth together, and with Zoro’s gasp of surprise giving Luffy’s wandering tongue easy access to the inside of his mouth, it’s only seconds before Zoro is brute forcing his way out of Luffy’s grasp to take a deep breath of air.
“You didn’t kiss back,” Luffy frowns.
The movie plays on in the background, hopefully loud enough for Luffy not to hear Zoro’s frantic heartbeat. “That wasn’t- I was caught off guard, and that wasn’t- here, I’ll show you, asshole,” he grits out, because Luffy asked him to make him feel good but didn’t even wait for him to make a move. Which, granted, he might have been stunned for a few seconds-minutes-hours-forever more, but he would have made a move. For sure.
But he didn’t get the chance to then, so he grabs Luffy’s hands and places them on his hips and drapes his arms around Luffy’s neck. Luffy’s looking into his eyes, and they’re so close Zoro can feel Luffy’s breath against him.
“Close them,” Zoro says, and Luffy obliges. Sitting, waiting, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation for something he can’t see coming.
Zoro leans in and kisses him softly. Much more gently than when Luffy tried to kiss him, just barely a brush of lips against another set. When Luffy doesn’t immediately try to slam their mouths together, Zoro kisses him a bit harder, and finally Luffy gets the memo again, kissing back in a similar manner to Zoro. His lips are chapped and bitten but Zoro couldn’t care less, not when his hands around Zoro’s waist tighten as Zoro licks his way into Luffy’s mouth.
The little sigh that Luffy lets out when Zoro’s tongue breaches his mouth will probably haunt Zoro’s cock forever. He’s letting Zoro take the lead, which, again, Zoro appreciates, because he’s less likely to gag from Luffy trying to work his tongue into his throat if he’s in control. But when his tongue retreats, Luffy’s follows into his mouth, and he seems to be a quick learner in this way, at least, because Zoro feels like he’s being kissed stupid.
A faint part of his mind reminds him that Luffy isn’t actually great at kissing, yet, but it doesn’t matter. Luffy’s kind of sloppy, and he hasn’t figured out how to swallow his saliva while they kiss yet so it’s kind of messy and wet, but it’s so uniquely Luffy that Zoro doesn’t care. He’s good with numbers but he couldn’t count the days he’s been waiting for this, hoping against all odds that Luffy would give him just a taste of what he wanted so badly, and now that he’s finally gotten it it feels like heaven.
At some point, when the kissing turns to full-on making out, Luffy rolls them over, so Zoro’s on his back and Luffy’s laid up on top, and Zoro wrings his first-ever moan out of Luffy- and god, hopefully not the last, he thinks- when he grinds up against him. It’s deep and breathy and Luffy’s eyes widen like he wasn’t expecting to let out a noise, and he pulls back from the kiss, lips puffy and red from an extensive makeout session.
He looks down at Zoro, who looks equally debauched, and grinds down. He lets out another little noise, and keeps grinding against Zoro- Zoro, who’s lightheaded and dazed and flushed red because Monkey D. Luffy is grinding his clothed cock against Zoro’s and fuck, they’re both hard, when did that happen, he made Luffy hard -
“I’ve never gotten my dick sucked before either, Zoro,” Luffy says while staring at Zoro’s reddened lips, and Zoro can’t help but bark out a laugh.
“Oh really?” he says, smirking and propping himself up on one elbow to better face his friend, who’s now moved himself in a way where he’s straddling Zoro’s lap instead of laying down on top. “Wouldn’t have guessed.”
Luffy laughs back at that, shoving Zoro down playfully. “Zoro! C’mon!”
“C’mon as in stop teasing you, or c’mon and hurry up and suck you off?”
Luffy blushes at that, but the grin doesn’t leave his face. “I mean, both, but Zoro knows how to do that too, right? He’s in college and he has that app where he meets up with guys.”
“Uh, yeah,” Zoro coughs into his hand. “Yeah, I know how to.”
“Do you want to?” Luffy asks, spreading his legs a bit more, showing off the tent in his pyjama pants.
“God, yes,” Zoro replies hoarsely.
Luffy smiles at him and pats his face before getting up off of Zoro. He shimmies around a bit, moving to sit on the edge of the bed and wiggling to get his pants off.
Zoro gulps as he sees Luffy’s cock- his mouth is fucking watering for it. Not too long, but decently thick, and uncut. He can’t wait to feel it fill up his mouth.
He gets off the bed and onto his knees on the hard floor, acknowledging his knees are going to be sore after this but not even finding it in himself to yank a pillow off the bed to cushion himself with. He’s staring up at the man in front of him, admiring how ruined Luffy already looks just from kissing, and waiting for permission.
“Zoro can start now, if he wants,” Luffy murmurs, and that’s all Zoro needs to hear.
He leans in and licks a stripe up the underside of Luffy’s cock, relishing in the salty taste of it on his tongue. Luffy whimpers and his hands shoot out from the side of the bed to grab Zoro’s hair, and the inadvertent tug on his scalp makes Zoro moan. He’s pretty sure Luffy almost pulls out a few hairs at that, but it doesn’t matter.
With one hand palming himself through his pants and the other working Luffy’s shaft while he mouths at his glans, Zoro feels like he’s on cloud nine. Luffy’s so vocal, just like he thought he’d be- though there’s significantly less smooth dirty talk, Luffy still manages to put his own spin on things. Zoro’s not even sure if Luffy is particularly trying to talk dirty to him- it feels more like he’s simply saying whatever comes to his mind out loud. Things like “Zoro’s mouth is so good” and “Zoro looks so pretty with his mouth on me” keep spilling from his lips, along with whines and cries and moans Zoro never thought he’d hear from the other man.
Luffy is greedy, though, always has been, and it’s not long before he starts bucking his hips up into Zoro’s face. Slightly, at first, but eventually it’s notable enough that it disrupts the rhythm Zoro’s established, and he pauses for a second. He pops off of Luffy’s cock with an audible wet sound, ignoring Luffy’s whine at the sudden cool air around his cock where a warm mouth just was.
“You either let me blow you or you fuck my face. Pick one, I’m too tired right now to try and do both at once.”
Luffy gawks for a second, mouth agape, before he stammers his words out loudly. “Face! I wanna- I wanna fuck your face!”
He says it so excitedly that Zoro can’t help the smile that forms onto his face, but he tries to smooth his expression over as he opens his mouth wide to accommodate Luffy. He lets himself relax, staring up at Luffy as the younger man looks down at him in awe while he rubs the tip over Zoro’s tongue.
When he pushes past those soft lips back into that warm heat, he shudders a bit. Zoro’s so pliant for him, a wet hole to be used, and he’s clearly getting off on it, hand under his waistband working his shaft as Luffy starts to thrust. He’s slow at first, testing the waters and seeing how much Zoro can handle, but a pinch at his thigh causes him to yelp and he looks down at Zoro in confusion.
“‘o ‘aster,” Zoro somehow manages to speak around his cock, and they’re the exact words Luffy wants to hear.
He thrusts hard into Zoro’s mouth, causing the man to make a gurgling noise from his throat, and he keeps up the relentless pace, finally taking what he wants from Zoro. His balls are slapping against Zoro’s face with each thrust, and the vibrations from Zoro moaning around his cock might make him lose his mind.
“Zoro’s so good,” he moans, fucking his face with reckless abandon. “I knew he’d be so good.”
Zoro hums around his cock, and Luffy’s practically finished. He grabs Zoro’s head and holds it flush to his pelvis as he shoots ropes of cum down his throat. He shivers and jerks with each pulse of his orgasm, and he cries out when Zoro starts to suck on him again, wringing his cock dry.
Zoro’s coming under him, too- the combination of being choked on cock while his hand worked his own was too much for him, and he spills into his hand with a muffled sob. He strokes himself through it, suckling on Luffy’s cock all the while, but eventually he has to pull back for air.
Luffy’s hands have long since lost their death grip on his skull, his muscles turned to putty after an earthshattering orgasm, and he stares down at Zoro with parted lips and heavy eyes.
When he offers a hand to Zoro, the other man takes it, wiping his dirtied one on his pants as he’s pulled up for a deep kiss. Luffy doesn’t care that Zoro’s mouth tastes like his cum, tongue plunging inside to seek out Zoro’s, and the older man can’t help but whine into his mouth.
The movie long over and long forgotten, they both pass out tangled in each other’s arms on the soft bed, sharing the same blanket.
Luffy didn’t end up learning any more math, but he sure as shit learned something that night.