Law hates winter islands, but holy shit he might hate summer islands more. Only that it's "hate" as in, he really really wants to stay and it's not possible and everything sucks so much because Cora-san isn't wearing his boiler suit.
Cora-san is usually very lax about his uniform, and law is usually able to act normal about it. Showing off his chest has always been a thing for him, whether that's the reason of it or not. But he's usually wearing the boiler suit one way or another.
Not this time, though. Oh, how he is not wearing it.
Law thinks that he could be chill about it, possibly. Everyone's ditched the uniform in favor of not boiling alive inside them, but Cora-san...? Oh, Cora-san, why did he have to pick a white shirt? Since when does he even own shorts?!Surely it's been a while, cause they're definitely too small, and too tight around his ass. And they're pink, and did Law mention the whiteness of the shirt? It seems relevant, cause Cora-san already runs hot, so the sweaty torso of his shirt is pretty much sticking to his skin, making the fabric almost see through. Like, Law can see his nipples. THAT level of see through. It's indecent, it's slutty.
Just... Cora-san has to know, right? He can't be that clueless about Law's feelings and wants and needs. Sure, he tries to tune it down, not to give himself away that obviously in the... well, pretty fat chance Cora-san doesn't feel like Law does. He doesn't wanna pressure the older man, or make him feel obligated to return his feelings. Law knows how prone Cora-san is to self sacrificing, and while making out with him and maybe fuck a little and spend the rest of their lives together isn't the level or sacrificing the pair has regretfully seen before, it's surely a lot to ask. So Law won't. Not until-- Not until something. Don't ask. Blues forbid a man is scared of being rejected by the love of his life, damn. He won't lose Cora-san to something as foolish and downright greedy as wanting more than this man's heart beating. Having him in the polar tang is already way too much, way more than Law thought he'd ever get. And yet somehow, Law got lucky enough to have the clumsy man on his crew, on a summer island, wearing the sluttiest outfit he could possibly own.
"You know you're eating him with your eyes, right?"
Law is decent enough not to squeal as Shachi puts his hand on his shoulder and gives the captain an almost pitying downturn of his mouth. Like Law is this hopeless creature, or a kid not allowed to have his favorite candy no matter how much he sulks and pouts.
He thinks about Cora's pecs on that stupid see through shirt without daring to actually look, and well. Yeah.
"Thought you'd be well into town by now," Law grits out, and shachi sighs, endlessly patient and now Law might consider fist fighting him.
"There's no way he doesn't know, captain. Just talk to the guy."
As if perking up at the mention, Cora-san decides it's the perfect time to look at them and beam in that sunny smile. He turns to run to Law, as he always does-- and falls face first, as he always does. It's absurdly endearing, and Law feels his hands sweat from something other than the ridiculous heat that started his Cora-eating staring. Cause hey, Shachi has a point, for once.
Shachi, the fucking traitor who decides to disappear and leave Law to handle his emotions and the obviousness of his love for everyone to see, for Cora-san to see. And if Cora-san has seen his absolute devotion for what it is, and has decided to not say a word about it... Maybe that's answer enough and Law should just settle with that, instead of pressing for something he clearly won't get. He'd just break his own heart and, worse, make Cora-san uncomfortable.
"There you are!" But honestly, how come Cora-san isn't already uncomfortable if even shachi can tell he's willing to spread his legs right here if he could? That he wants to grope and squeeze and pinch and sniff-- "We should go into town, Law. I saw some weird looking fruits, so they probably make juices with them."
Cora-san bends down to take Law's disgusting sweaty hand, like it's nothing, like it didn't make Law's heart jump up to his throat with every touch. And what did he expect? For them to go on a juice date (???), walk around town holding hands and-- Fuck, with Cora looking like that?!
"You should change first," he blurts out. Should he get a summer version of his hat? A spotted cap? "You're..." delicious, ravishing, rideable. "Sand- you have sand on you."
Maybe Law doesn't need a summer hat, he needs a fucking lobotomy. Cause Cora-san grabs the hem of his too tight shirt and peels it off his skin right in front of him. As if Law wasn't at eye level with his stomach (happy trail. It's blonde. There's a blonde happy trail), as if Law wasn't horny and obvious enough. As if- As if Cora-san wanted Law to look at him! But that couldn't be, right? Cause there were other crew members around! What if he wanted to impress... Who knows! Jean Bart over there, melting under a tree... Where WAS everyone else?!
"I'll be right back, okay? Wait for me!" and he takes off, grinning and tripping but wonderfully not falling this time even on sand. It's very commendable and Law would even maybe praise him for it, if beloved Cora-san hadn't thrown his sweaty fucking shirt to Law's face, just to be a little shit. Just to be annoying and get on his nerves and get away with it cause Law could shambles it away. And he would! He would, once he stopped getting dizzy from the musky and sea salt scent of Cora-san all around him.
He doesn't take a whiff. Law's not insane, thank you very much. So, snapping out of it, he shambles the offending and dirty and slutty clothes to... well, his cabin. For later. For WASHING later. Nothing else. It's the duty of a good captain to wash his crew's absurdly tight shirts that smelled too much of them and also that crew members is the love of his life. Of the hypothetical good captain's life. And also Law's life.
Law takes a deep, deep breath, thanking Jean Bart is asleep by now and no one else is around to see him adjust his own shorts and maybe try some tucking into a waistband, cause there was no way in hell he wasn't gonna be hard all day thinking about fingering himself with his face pressed against Cora-san's shirt.
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