FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Also ermmmmm I made this a while back for a fic I started drafting an even whiler back but ALSO never finished . Uhm. One bed scenario and sleep cuddlingJUST PUT ME DOWN ALREADYY Y Y Y YY Y Y ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! {} for Sanji and [] for Usopp.

{“Oh my god. Sorry I- I’m sorry, I didn’t- fuck. I- I. If-“}

[“IT’S FINE!! I-“]

{“It’s *FINE* ? HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY BE FINE????”}

[“I JUST- IT DIDN’T …”]

[“ … it. I didn’t mind it. That much.”]

{“…”}

[“…”]

{“… you didn’t?”}

[“Yeah- it. It was … nice.”]

{“…”}

[“…”]

{“… really?”}

[“Yeah, really.”]

{“You’re … you’re not lying, right?”}

[“… Not this time.”]

{“… oh.”}

{“…”}

{“And- … and this isn’t a dream either?”}

[“,,, It’s not.”]

{“…”}

{“Do you promise?”}

[“…”]

{“…”}

[“Of course. Of course I promise.”]

{“…”}

[A silence fills the room. Usopp’s arm may as well pop open with how hard he’s gripping it. Usopp’s begging whoever’s out there to just let him run out of this room and away from this entire conversation and. … Sanji probably more so. Oh god, that probably was mortifying for him. Geez- this must be the worst conversation he’s ever had in his life. They should just- both say what they’re thinking at the same time and get it over it. And if he’s jumped to conclusions? Well! Then they can just pretend it was all nothing and move on, right? It’s the coward’s way out, but it’s better than confronting it.]

[Usopp starts, “Sanji-“, but he cuts himself off the instant he looks back up.]

[Sanji’s hiding his face behind his hair again. Sanji’s arms are glued around his waist, and he’s clearly itching to pull his knees to his chest and disappear already. Usopp’s never seen him look this small in his life, and it makes his heart ache. In fact … he doesn’t think he’s ever seen Sanji this nervous before.]

[It clicks.]

[He’s going to have to be brave for him.]

[“I …”]

{“… Yeah?”}

[“…”]

[“I’m sorry if I got the wrong impression.”]

{“What-?”}

[Usopp grabs Sanji’s face and pulls. He quite literally smashes their face together, and he screws his eyes as tightly as possible because he might be trying to have courage but God, he’s still a coward.]

[A poet would say that the kiss was still perfect as it is. A romantic would say the chaos of the love was the greatest joy ever brought to them. Sanji would cry and say a kiss from any lady is as wonderful as the rising sun. But Usopp isn’t a writer. And he isn’t a woman. So he tells it as it is.]

[It’s an awful kiss. The angle is crushing his nose, and he’s pretty sure he completely missed Sanji’s mouth initially. He also cannot think about how Sanji froze in his hands because if he backs out now, then Sanji’s going to slip out of his grasp and he’s never going to have him again.]

[He probably should’ve at least thought about how he’s supposed to do this, but it didn’t matter in the moment and it doesn’t matter now. Now, it’s uncomfortable and it hurts and it’s chaste and it’s nothing like those times he pictured it in his head or practiced on his knuckles or dreamed it in his stupid mind, and honestly, there’s no way he should be enjoying this and he should just back out as soon as he can.]

[But, well, Usopp’s never been known for honesty. Sanji finally relaxes, and melts into the touch, and his heart soars. Lightning whizzes through his body like a bullet, and it hits him square in the chest. Thank god. Thank god he understands.]

[But that’s probably enough.]

[He glides his hands down to Sanji’s shoulder’s, and he pushes him away to open his mouth, probably to apologize for kissing him without asking or doing it so suddenly or just talk about it. But whatever it was supposed to be, it doesn’t matter, because the second Usopp opens his eyes, Sanji grabs his waist and digs in.]

[Usopp’s breath hitches, and maroon red blooms on his face the instant he hears the sound. Sanji’s ravaging at his mouth like it’s his last meal, and Geez, just that comparison is making Usopp dizzy.]

[The sudden burst of confidence does not go unnoticed. One would think with how desperate Sanji is every day that he wouldn’t actually know what to do with himself here, but as Sanji starts clawing at Usopp’s scalp with his free hand, it’s getting more and more obvious that Usopp has no idea what he’s gotten himself into. The only thing keeping him upright at this point is a prayer, and his bet that Sanji definitely has practiced kissing extensively and probably got caught multiple times and that must’ve been soooo so funny and not totally endearing. Shit.]

[Speaking of nothing, Usopp has no idea what to do with his hands anymore. Or. Anything. For that matter. Sanji sucked whatever Usopp planned right out of his mouth- he should just stop talking. Thinking. He doesn’t even get to move his head so his nose isn’t in the way because Sanji already took care of it for him.]

[Then, Usopp brightens, because that’s just the first thing, and things like that are going to happen again. He starts grinning into the kiss, because this isn’t just a mission or an accident or a point to make, and this means that Sanji really does want this, and is going to continue wanting this. Usopp feels his heart bloom into poppies and daisies and carnations, since this is finally real, and he doesn’t have to hide around it and sleep early because that means he can dream of Sanji for longer, and now, he can stay up with him in the kitchen and not worry about overstaying his welcome. He throws his arms around Sanji’s neck and runs his hands through his hair, because Sanji loves him and he can be loved like this and Usopp can love him like this and everything just melts.]

[Well, until Usopp actually feels his head spin, and they both promptly realize they haven’t breathed in a good thirty seconds.]

[Sanji gasps as he pulls away, and the sight of Sanji’s hands shaking as he has to let go of Usopp is going to be etched into the back of his mind for years.]

[Sanji covers his mouth with the back of his hand - Usopp’s pretty sure he’s trying to hide his face, but you can still see the crack of a grin behind it. Sanji blushes all the way to his neck anyway, so it’s not like he can hide anything. A rhythmic warmth rushes from Usopp’s heart, and he can feel his fingers tapping. His stupid smile from earlier that’s probably plastered all over his face grows even wider.]

{“I … I think I’m in love with you.}

[Usopp chokes, his perfect chorus in his chest has ended, “You- you THINK?”]

{“SORRY I- I just hadn’t- come to terms with the idea yet- that’s my mistake.”} [He falls into nervous giggles. Usopp didn’t even realize he could make a sound like that. He can’t help but laugh along with it. Then he remembers something crucial, and he coughs it out.]

[“I- I love you too. By the way.”]