Grass and Beds
There was always something exhilarating about letting Neji fuck him on the grass. His usual languor disappeared as if he became infused with the sun's energy as they rolled about in frenzied coupling, wild and burning and primal. Their dance was hurried as a swift wind, no gentleness or tenderness about it.
But it was always nice when he and Neji screwed on a bed, languid and soft with no thought of time. On a bed Neji's hair didn't get gnarled with twigs and grass, instead it caught half sighs and Shikamaru's muttered call of his name.
It didn't really mattered to him any where they were as long as it was Neji inside him, Neji's cock his lips curled around. Either place was acceptable if Neji just kissed him hard and his whispered "I love you" didn't go unanswered. And, of course, as long as Neji didn't make him move toomuch afterwards.