Prompt: Zoro daydreaming about Sanji's body.

Summary: Life guarding had gotten significantly less boring for Zoro since the new blond swimmer had started coming to Grand Line Pool.

A/N: I liked the prompt so much that I think I'm going to turn it into a small multi-drabble collection that I'll add to as I get prompts that spark my interest in it. Limit will be about 1000 words per drabble...

A/N: I blame Free!. Damned sexy boys in spandex swimsuits; it's not fair. Also, small headcannon for Sanji, but not really a headcannon. I know he's not nearly as muscular as Zoro; but he's a young, viral twenty-one year old that can kick through anything. So he's not going to be fucking unmuscular. I don't know, I just can't picture him scrawny. Sure, he doesn't have Zoro's broad shoulders like in the anime, but he's only a bit weaker than the man. So, my head cannon is he's pretty damned ripped... Just me though.

~X

The first time he had bumped into the blond man it had been outside the swimming facility. Zoro had just finished his shift life guarding and was planning on going for a drink with some friends. Grateful that he didn't have the night shift he had exited the chlorinated scented building, holding the door open for the blond man.

At the time he really hadn't taken much in of the man besides some basics of his appearance. A pair of ridiculous maroon skinny jeans, a hipsteresque knit sweater, and Macklemore inspired blond hair that was falling unnecessarily into the man's face. His swim bag was thrown over his shoulder and he had casually given Zoro a mumble of thanks for holding the door open for him. Afterwards he had stepped out and completely forgotten about the man.

That was two weeks ago and now he hated the man.

Not because of his personality, his views and opinions or anything of that sort. In fact, Zoro hadn't even spoken to the blond once besides the time he had held the door open for him. No, the reason he absolutely loathed the fucking hipster was because underneath the immaculate appearance and metro-sexual clothing, the man was a fucking Aryian god with the body to match it.

Of course. Of fucking course that damned hipster wannabe blond fuckhead would wear swimming briefs that hugged his skin far too tight. Couldn't wear a pair of normal shorts like the other guys. No. He had to own a pair of swim bottoms that were almost as tight as his damned jeans, and probably two sizes too small. But despite how small the man's swimsuit was there was something even worse than just him wearing it.

The worst part was when the man was stretching to warm up before jumping into the tepid water. It was like the worst kind of erotic display that only made Zoro grateful that he was sitting in the large surveying chair that allowed for no one to see his fucking boner. Unless some newbie started drowning he was luckily safe from anyone knowing just how turned on he got from the stretching blond.

Not that his arousal was at all unwarranted, because he was pretty sure that anyone would testify that simply watching the mostly naked blond was not good for anyone's sanity. The blond in question had tossed his goggles onto a nearby bench and was beginning his daily stretch and unknowingly; Zoro's 'afternoon supplier of wet dreams' montage.

In passing he had heard the blond's name – Sanji – and he had in no way snuck into the receptionists files to check the blond's three month membership that had been recently purchased. He also hadn't ecstatically fist pumped the air at the knowledge of knowing the man would be coming more often.

Sanji was currently stretching his legs, keeping them perfectly straight as he practically hugged his thighs and displayed his flexibility. Something that had caused Zoro to actually spit out some of his Gatorade the first time he had witnessed the blond doing it. Nami had been thoroughly pissed at being covered in the sticky green power drink, but Zoro had immediately stopped caring once Sanji had begun lunging and furthering on into the splits.

The blond's body was the perfect epitome of physical fitness as far as lean swimmers went, and while he wasn't overly muscular, he had the lean muscle and strength where it really counted. Strong, long legs that practically went on forever were packed with muscle from no doubt his hours spent swimming. Defined calves that looked cut from stone eventually lead up to tight tendons that guided Zoro's eyesight up to the blonds amazing thighs. Perfectly sculpted, Zoro could only imagine the strength hidden within the legs and it easily sent his mind off down several inappropriate pathways.

Instead he shook off the images and focused more intently on the man still in front of him. The damned speedo left little to Zoro's already overactive imagination and was in no way hiding the large package the blond was concealing – barely – and perfectly clung to the man's perfect ass. Two amazing globes of muscle that Zoro wished with all his heart that he could grab, hold and squeeze while making the blond groan.

Quickly giving himself a calming breath he looked back out at the pool to make sure no one was drowning and took the moment to calm his raging libido once more. A quick glance back showed the blond was just finishing with his splits – placing two solid hands on the ground and pushing himself up and out of it with only his arms alone – but even so making Zoro's brain short circuit.

With perfectly planted feet Sanji twisted his upper body back and forth, throwing an arm over his shoulder with each rotation to stretch his back, arms and shoulders. Zoro's eyes were drawn to the mesmerizing tensing of his abdominal muscles with each jerk, and the perfect V of oblique muscles that hardened with each movement. The defined muscles practically cutting an arrow into the blonds torso and pointing down toward his barely concealed dick.

Seemingly done with his stretches Sanji lowered his arms and lightly shook himself up to loosen the now stretched muscles. Turning his back on Zoro he made to snatch up his goggles and Zoro got the temporary view of the man's beautifully defined back; dips and ridges of all the different muscles running through his body and the dip of his spin that trailed all the way down to his barely concealed ass.

Finally – fucking finally – the blond put on his goggles and made his way over to the waters edge, climbing up onto one of the platforms and shaking his arms out once. Taking the perfect position he gripped the edge of the podium as he kept his legs bent at the correct angle. There was a small pause before the muscles in the blonds thighs tightened impossibly and he thrust himself into motion, diving into the water and out of Zoro's sight.

Letting out a long sigh of relief at finally having the blond hidden from his view, he turned his sights to the side as he scanned the rest of the pool. Slumping low in his seat he rested his pouting face in his hand as a subtle hand fell into his lap to readjust his baggy swim shorts to hopefully hide his raging hard on. Fucking dumb swimming blonds, he should request the late night shift.

TBC...?

A/N: Should I continue it? It was kinda fun...