One Piece Fan Fiction ❯ Shower Smut ❯ Shower Smut ( Chapter 1 )

Standard Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece. It belongs to Eichiro Oda, who deserves tons of praise for the remarkable world and characters he's created. I'm just using them for my own twisted purposes.

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They had put in at the medium-sized port only hours ago. Once the ship was properly docked, the very first thing the two wanted was to get clean, using some hot water for a change. And, showers in a nice, private hotel room had always been great sources of fun for the pair. They had found a nice little inn, with wonderful plumbing and individual bathrooms. They wasted no time, throwing belongings onto a dresser, clothes onto the floor, and scrambling over each other to be first into the shower.

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Ben stood at the basin, wearing only a towel around his hips. He was attempting to drag a comb through his tangled, wind-whipped hair, swearing under his breath when he yanked loose a knot. His lover was in the shower already, humming an inane and annoying tune, laughing every time he heard a curse carry over the running water.

"Hurry it up, Beckman. I can't wait all night just for your vanity."

Ben growled at that. "I keep it this long for you, ass," he muttered, pulling the comb through one last time before dropping his towel.

He stepped into the rear of the shower, pulling the curtain shut. The air was steaming inside, a fog of heated vapor partially shrouding the form under the spray.

Shanks stood under the faucet, facing away from the taps. His head was thrown back to let the suds rinse from his hair, his eyes closed. His hand was rubbing across his chest, working the soapsuds there into a rich lather. Every so often he would drop the hand lower, stroking lightly at his arousal.

The hot water added a flush to his pale skin, reddening his cock. Staring in rapt fascination, Ben reached forward and grasped it gently. Admiring the contrast of his own tanned palm against the blushing skin, he stroked slowly. The soapy skin allowed the flesh to slide easily through his hand. He kept the motion going, occupying himself as he waited for Shanks to wash the last of the shampoo from his hair.

The pirate captain blinked his eyes, flicking away a few droplets of water. He smiled up at Ben, bucking a bit into his stroking hand. Clapping him lightly on the shoulder, he drew away and stepped out of the falling water.

"Your turn, peacock."

Ben hmphed, refusing to acknowledge the jibe. He edged around Shanks, raising his face to the water. It flowed across his cheeks and back into his hair. The water was hot, the temperature working its way through skin and into muscle, soothing away the strains of the past few days. He stood there calmly, listening to Shanks fiddling behind him, most likely hunting for the shampoo.

Muscles finally relaxed by the heated water, he grabbed the bar of soap off the shelf above the taps. He ran it over a broad shoulder and down a muscled arm. Dragging the soap across his torso, he worked up a rich lather, cleaning his upper body. He felt Shanks poke him at the back of his thigh as the man reached his arm around to rub at Ben's chest.

"Let me help scrub," he purred, wiggling up against Ben's back, cock sliding slightly between his lower cheeks. His hand tweaked a nipple before slowly running down to play with the trail of hair below his navel. The captain bit down gently at the junction of his first mate's neck and shoulder. He thrust against him, hand dropping lower to stroke the hardening flesh it encountered.

Ben moaned low in his throat, shifting slightly into the strokes. He kept washing, somewhat haphazardly now, as the shorter man was proving quite the distraction. As the driving water washed the last trails of soap from Ben's body, Shanks pulled away.

He grabbed the oil from the collection of bottles, handing it off to the taller man. Ben removed the stopper and poured some into his hand, keeping it well away from the water. Getting the jar back, Shanks exchanged it for the shampoo. He squeezed some into Ben's other hand and put the bottle back into place. Meanwhile Ben hurriedly ran the shampoo through his hair, coating it but not forming a lather.

Arching slightly, he let his head fall back, wet strands brushing the top of his ass. When he felt Shanks begin to massage fingers against his scalp, he reached behind to work an oil-coated finger into his own entrance. With the ease of long practice, he slipped in a second finger as Shanks reached the base of his neck and a third when the captain hit mid-back. They finished at the same time, Shanks reaching down to tease out Ben's fingers, rubbing the remaining oil across his erection.

Moving forward, Ben leaned his forearms up against the wall above the taps. His head was now back under the falling water, his rear positioned invitingly. Shanks nudged a foot at Ben's ankle, asking him to spread his legs farther. He complied, feeling the captain guide himself between. Carefully the man pushed; easing slowly into the tight, slick heat of his taller lover. He reached out his arm, hand grabbing hold of Ben's hip firmly. He pulled the other man back, settling him more securely onto his cock as tiny streams of soapy water ran across their skin.

"Mmmnn," the red-haired man sighed in contentment. Leaning forward, he rubbed his cheek slowly up the slippery skin of Ben's back. Beneath him, Ben shifted a little, body trembling a bit from the sensations of the hot water and being filled by his captain. Shanks began to move, slowly at first, just enjoying the feeling of being with the other man. As Ben began pushing back to meet him, Shanks picked up his pace. Tiny grunts escaped from his lips with each slap of flesh on flesh.

He lifted his hand from the other's hip, running it through the dark, soft strands splayed across Ben's back. It caused the taller man to shudder a little in pleasure, one of his hands leaving the wall to stroke himself. Shanks wrapped his hand in the hair, pulling it so that Ben's head tipped back, his face now fully under the water.

Maintaining his tight grip on the dark hair, the captain rode hard into the other man. He watched in satisfaction as Beckman's eyes fluttered shut and the hand against the wall closed into a fist. Ben stroked himself roughly, his pleasure building as Shanks tugged on his hair and buried himself with increasing speed. The two men kept up the fast pace, each trying to outlast the other. Finally, Shanks pulled Ben's head back even further, leaning over to kiss him awkwardly. The move changed the angle of his cock slightly, brushing across that certain spot in a new way. It was just enough to send the first mate over the edge.

With a moan muffled by Shanks' tongue, Ben found his sought pleasure. He lapped eagerly at Shanks' mouth as he coaxed the last of his orgasm free. The feeling of his lover clenching tightly around him made Shanks eager to find his own release.

Pulling out of the kiss, he let go of the long, dark strands of hair. He slumped across Ben's back, pushing the other forward towards the wall. Settling his arm tightly around Beckman's waist, he thrust even harder than before. Bucking wildly on his final strokes, he came deep within the other man. He remained curled around Ben for several moments, catching his breath and enjoying the feel of the water. He placed kisses up his love's spine, hand rubbing in random circles over Ben's stomach.

Finally Ben stood, pulling himself off of Shanks. He ran a hand back through his hair, wincing a little at the number of snarls he encountered. Shanks knocked him out of the spray with his shoulder, moving to stand under it. He smiled as he rinsed himself, running a playful hand up Ben's ass.

"All clean," he said, amusement evident in his voice.

The captain watched as Ben ducked back under the showerhead, rinsing quickly. The taller man turned off the taps as Shanks opened the curtain, shivering a little at the cooler air outside. Grabbing a towel, Shanks stepped out of the shower. He wrapped it snugly around his waist, then turned to help Ben with drying his hair. He whistled a bit at seeing its tangled state.

"Quite a rat's nest you got there."

"Well, that's partially your fault. And that's why you are going to help me comb it out."

"O.K. pretty boy. I'll help you fix your hair." Shanks couldn't resist. He loved teasing the other man, and this tangle was a typical result of their showers together.

Grinning a little, Ben secured his own towel before grabbing another. He pulled it taut between his hands before snapping it at the captain. Pausing only to grab a comb, he chased the smaller man, laughing, from the bathroom.

Author's Note: Smut, pure and simple. This was inspired by B-kun in the shower, washing his hair after cosplaying as Shanks, and by postings to the OP yaoi community on LiveJournal. Somehow her muse managed to infect me with this bit of smut. Also, I did not go according to the usual conventions of using soap as lube. Why? Because soap BURNS, people. According to the guys I know, soap in the tip of the penis hurts really, really bad. Also, soap would get used up too quickly from friction to make a good lube. And, being penetrated back there always causes some tearing, even if it's miniscule. Soap would make that sting. So, Ben and Shanks being smart guys, experienced guys, they would know better than to use soap. Gah, I don't mean to go on, but soap just isn't good lube for sex. Trust me on this one. I don't mind reading it elsewhere but couldn't bring myself to do it.