I don't own Eyeshield 21 nor do I own Flora's Secret by Enya.
Warnings: Check your blood sugar first, this one's tooth-decaying-ly sweet. Unlike the first drabble, the lyrics are not directly in the story, just themes from the song.
"Juumonji-kun, are you sure this is alright?" Sena worried his lip with his teeth as he ran his fingers reverently over the motorcycle helmet in his hands.
"Don't worry about it." Juumonji grunted. "'s not like he has blackmail material on you."
The 'he' Juumonji was referring to and Sena was worrying about was Hiruma-san. It was the first day of Golden Week, this year, a stretch of five days off work or school for the holidays in May.
When Juumonji heard that Hiruma wanted to continue practice through all of Golden Week, he was the loudest protester, though no one knew why.
Now, watching Juumonji check his bike and mess with his helmet, Sena still only had the faintest clue. Juumonji had called last night and told him that he was going to skip practice and wanted his boyfriend to come with him.
Sena had tried to get the lineman to tell him where they were going, but he was silent, other than handing him the helmet.
Sena shot a last glance at his house, locked up behind him with his parents on vacation. He would have gone with them, but he thought he had practice... 'Either way,' Sena decided, 'I trust Juumonji-kun, so I'll just have to believe him… No matter how secretive he's being.' Sena reached up and fastened his helmet. If it was important to Juumonji-kun, it was important to him.
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"Juumonji-kun? Where are we?" Sena asked, just over an hour outside of Tokyo. They'd just passed through a town, Kamogawa, and were heading out to the increasingly rural countryside.
"Don't worry about it, we'll be there soon." Juumonji called back over the wind.
Sena just sighed and rested his head on Juumonji's back. With the warmth radiating off the blond boy, and his smell enveloping him, Sena relaxed a finally just watched the scenery.
Juumonji slowed down considerably and turned onto a gravel road. "Hold on," he warned gruffly, "It's going to get a little rougher for a while." He warned and placed a hand on the arms encircling his waist, before returning it to the handle bar.
True to his word, the road wasn't smooth, but it wasn't much longer to their destination.
Juumonji pulled off the small road onto even smaller roads several times. Eventually, the road faded to less than a dirt track.
Juumonji stopped the motorcycle and pulled of his helmet, scanning the area critically, before smiling.
"We're here." Juumonji turned and told his smaller passenger, and helped him dismount. All while giving him the most genuine smile Sena had ever seen.
Sena pulled off his helmet and looked around in awe. They were standing in large, flat field filled with tall grass. Off a little ways was a rather large pond with a dock built into one part of the shore line.
But what he couldn't get over was the sky. Being a city boy his whole life, it was difficult to imaging not being able to see the next building, but here he was in a large field, miles away from the nearest town.
He couldn't be happier.
"Well?" Juumonji asked, almost nervously.
Sena beamed at him. "It's gorgeous. Where are we?"
Juumonji suddenly looked younger as all the tension melted from his face at Sena's acceptance, happiness even.
"I used to come out here while my grandparents were alive. They wanted to move out of Tokyo when they retired, and bought a farm. They were too old to really do much themselves, but they'd always take me out here and play with me. They said they wanted me to know nature as well as I'd grow to know concrete." He looked out at the landscape longingly.
"I-is it alright to bring me here?" Sena asked, shyly. "I don't want to ruin your memories with your grandparents."
Juumonji reached down and caught one of Sena's hands not occupied with the helmet, and intertwined the fingers with his. He caught Sena's gaze, and slowly, deliberately, brought their hands up to his lips, where he placed a tender kiss on the back of Sena's hand.
"I bought you here, so we could start our own memories." He assured, lips still brushing over Sena's hand.
Sena blushed violently, but allowed Juumonji to pull him behind the taller boy, wading into the tall grass. He stopped half way between the pond and the motorcycle, and sat, pulling Sena down with him.
Juumonji gently removed the backpack from Sena's back and pulled it behind his head. Sena looked a little bewildered, staring down at his boyfriend.
"What-" Sena started.
"You've trusted me this far, right? Just, Just, lay down, all right?" Juumonji flushed.
Sena smiled tenderly, and laid his head on Juumonji's chest, directly over his heart beat. He was a little uncertain, but it was beautiful here.
Cautiously, he opened his eyes he didn't know he'd closed. It was about midmorning, so he had to be careful where he looked, but the sky!
Sena gasped a little in surprise. It seemed silly, but he'd never realized just how big the sky was! The sun was warm, soaking though him, warming even his bones. He could smell the fresh scent of the grass crushed under them, and hear the distant 'murrs' of the insects.
The wind blew over the grass, causing the same wave pattern as he'd seen in water. He stilled and heard his boyfriend's heartbeat under his cheek.
But, inevitably, his eyes were drawn back up to the all-encompassing sky. The slow, lazy, fluffy clouds drifting, the sunlight washing everything bright colors it was all amazing to one so well acquainted with filtered air and pictures of the countryside. His eyes follow butterflies and fluffy seeds blowing by, but were always, ultimately, drawn to the sky.
"Juumonji-kun?" Sena hesitated to break the beautiful music of the wind and the crickets, but he had to say it.
"Mmm?" Sena could feel the deep rumble beneath his cheek, and pressed himself a little closer to that blissful contact.
"I can't remember being happier."
Juumonji leaned up and looked down at his little boyfriend. Sena sat up as well; a little worried he'd said the wrong thing.
Finally, Juumonji smiled, and slowly, languidly, kissed Sena.
"I feel that way every day." Juumonji whispered.
A/n: When Mithras151 found out about my super secret project, he had a song request. How do I say no to such an EPIC beta? I hope you enjoy the syrupy-sweetness. 3
