OP Fic: Stuck

[moe81]

Title: Stuck or “Where’s my happy place?”

Pairing: Usopp, Zoro/Sanji, Luffy/Nami, background Robin/Franky possible Nakama orgy

Rating: PG (for more pervy thoughts)

Words: 514

A/N: Plotbunnies tried to eat me. So I kicked ‘em. X-posting to a few places, so sorry for flist spamming. Not beta-ed by anyone, so kick my butt if need be.

Summary: Getting stuck is not all it’s made out to be.

 

 

Caught between a rock and a hard place. That’s the saying, isn’t it? Yeah, well… they obviously didn’t have this in mind.

 

Another elbow poked into his ribs, hard enough to leave a bruise. Whose bright idea had it been to hide in a closet in the first place? Never mind that they had been running from rabid monkeys. And no, the irony hadn’t been lost on him.

 

Too many people in one small space. It was stuffy and crowded and he just wanted to go to his happy place and forget this ever happened. A knee was jabbed into his lower back and he wanted to cry, or at least wail about the unfairness of the situation.

 

Luffy’s ginning face was right in front of his (the damn monkey) and he could feel the heat of his rubbery hands against his chest. It didn’t help that he was wrapped around Nami – although she didn’t seem to be complaining.

 

Nami, herself, was backed up against him. Her… uuhh... backside pressed against his… gulp… frontside. Usopp tentatively reached for his nose to wipe away the trickle of blood.

 

Chopper was somewhere near his left leg, hanging on for dear life. Robin and Franky had been the lucky ones, electing to stay behind on the Sunny to keep watch. To watch for enemies though? Different story altogether.

 

He couldn’t see them but Zoro and Sanji were somewhere behind him, seemingly pinned between him and the wall. From the feel of all the muscles, he could establish that Zoro was the one at his back. How Sanji was situated? Well, he wouldn’t want to be around when everything came to a head. Since there was no choice but for each to enter the other’s personal space, the ensuing fight would probably last for days, both trying to re-build their boundaries.

 

He could feel Zoro trying to shift his stance but having no luck in such tight confines. Usopp wished him well in that endeavour. No one would be moving anytime soon.

 

There was a slight growl and Zoro spoke low but with the way he was pressed up against Usopp, he could feel the enunciation of each word.

 

“Oi, shit-cook. Move your leg.”

 

There was an answering growl from Sanji, who seemed to be backed up against the far wall, if his voice was any indication.

 

“Move yours, shitty-marimo.”

 

Usopp held his breath and waited for the inevitable screaming match. He felt slight movement from behind him and wondered at the acquiesce.

 

Zoro’s voice rumbled and rolled over his skin, giving rise to goosebumps… and other things not worth mentioning.

 

“How’s that, aho?”

 

The response was a low moan.

 

Usopp’s eyes widened. Oh, hell no! Happy place. Happy place. HAPPY PLACE!

 

Usopp wished he had listened to his ‘Can’t-go-in-that-building-because-it’s-all-one-colour’ disease.

 

There was more shifting behind him, a hitched breath, and a thunk – possibly from a head hitting the wall – and… was that panting?

 

One day Usopp would make up a fantastical tale about this “adventure”. But right now? He just wanted to go join the rabid monkeys.

 

 

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***gigglesnort***

Much love for this. Much love.

[moe81.livejournal.com]

Sankyoo. Grabs the love with both hands.

And may all your shadows be plentiful. 8D