Dictionary:
Amefuto: Odd Japanese abbreviation for American Football.
Gyoza: a dish consisting on cases of dough filled with meat or vegetables and then fried.
Alright, to the fic!
Crazy for Sena
Chapter 2: Seduction at the Public Baths
There were two things in this world capable of catching Shin Seijuro's attention.
One was American football.
The other, everything related to American football, such as training methods and nutrition.
Anything that could not find an association to these two things was deliberately ignored by the young man, to the point he would come across as a total dork. Blatant examples were electronics and love. There was no space for them in his Amefuto-centric world.
What looked weird to the others made sense to him. Shin was a very intelligent, practical man. Acquiring information that was of no use to his interests was nothing but a waste of time and resources. Like bringing stuff home that wouldn't have any use and would eventually become clutter. Shin avoided the clutter in the first place.
But that didn't mean he wasn't open to new interests. When Takami pointed out that his fixation on defeating Eyeshield 21 could be more than that, he first researched about love (computers were the only electronics that managed to survive his touch, since he researched about training and fitness regularly, and he had learned to, more or less, treat them correctly. His was a very sturdy desktop that managed to resist his rough treatment; however, he needed to buy a new keyboard every two months or so).
When he discovered that infatuation with his rival was indeed the case, he had a brilliant idea.
"What is it, Shin?" Sakuraba Haruto asked him, after taking a sip of the drink Shin had invited him at Oujo's favorite restaurant in front of the station. They were sitting near the window, in front of each other around a table. It was a very rare occurrence for the brunet to show a sign of social interest like this; Sakuraba wished for him to do it more often.
A waiter brought Sakuraba a delicious-looking plate of gyoza. Shin had already had his balanced meal for the afternoon, so all he had asked for was some mineral water.
"Thanks!" Sakuraba smiled to the waiter, and then turned to his teammate. Shin's look was fixed on him as if he was trying to dissect him with the eyes.
"Sakuraba… Teach me everything about love."
"Pffffffffft!" The juice he was having spilled like a geyser through his mouth and nose. "Cough! Cough!"
"Are you okay?" Concerned, Shin stood up and patted his friend's back.
"Cough… I'm fine…" The blond receiver cleaned his face with a tissue and sat again in his former position.
With hesitation, Shin sat down again as well, not taking his gaze off Sakuraba's face.
"You want me to… WHAT?" Sakuraba asked, still half-choked, so his voice came out in an odd tone.
Shin nodded. "Teach me everything about love. You know a lot about love, right?"
That moment, it occurred to Sakuraba that Shin's odd question had a strong relation to his social dorkiness. Nobody with just a little of suaveness could come out and ask… something like that!
"What do you mean… I know a lot about love? I don't…"
"You have a lot of admirers. I want to get the admiration of a certain person. Teach me how you do it."
Ahhhhhh, so that was it. Nothing to do with what Sakuraba thought at first.
"But I really don't… I mean, I don't do anything. And don't say 'Teach me everything about love' again! It gives a totally wrong impression."
"What wrong impression?"
"That you want to have sex with me!"
"No I don't."
"But that's what that phrase means!"
Shin nodded. "Duly noted."
Jeez, he's not embarrassed in the least, Sakuraba thought, cheeks flushed as he slid a hand over his now super-short hair.
"So, if I want to ask somebody to have sex, I should say 'Teach me everything about love'?"
"I guess you could. Jeez!" Oujo's number 18 folded his arms over the table and hid his face under them. His embarrassment didn't deter his curiosity, though. "So who is this person you want to admire you?" he asked, now just his eyes above his forearms.
"Kobayakawa Sena… Eyeshield 21."
"Eyeshield… The guy from the Devil Bats?!"
Shin nodded.
Sakuraba hid his face under his arms again. "I'm sorry… Like I said, I just do nothing to attract my admirers… and attracting a male one is…" His tone became so muffled that Shin only heard some noises. "He wants a guy, and a rival to boot… Oh man, why do I always get dragged into crazy situations like this…?"
Unknown to both Oujo players, a group of three girls entered the restaurant: A large one with pigtails, dressed in pink; a very thin one with grayish hair and another one with a short, very red hairdo.
"That's okay, Sakuraba," Shin said.
"Did he say 'Sakuraba'?!" the girl with pigtails asked, which made the others perk up.
The linebacker leaned closer to his teammate. "I'll learn everything there is to love, and when I do, I'll invite you out to talk about love again."
"Did you just heard—" the gray-haired girl said.
"—what he said?!" the red-haired friend completed.
"Oh my God… Sakurabaaaaaa!" the three fangirled.
Both Shin and Sakuraba looked as there was a loud thump. The three girls were sprawled on the floor with wide smiles and noses bleeding.
In a week, Shin had learned pretty much all the available information around the Internet about romance, love, dating, seduction and sex. Neatly stored in folders, many gigas of related data now resided in his hard disk. The keyboard had suffered the consequences of his passion and had to be replaced twice. Not just because of the searches; he'd also taken a lot of notes, pointing out where they'd contradict each other and writing personal conclusions.
He visited lots of sites about seduction, but detested what he found there. Walk up to your target, say hi, then put out a long string of witty displays and make them laugh…?
"Yo, Sena," Shin smiled as he walked to him, waving a hand with the other in his pocket. He was dressed in holey jeans, a T-shirt that read 'Keep calm and drink green tea' around the picture of a moustache, large sunglasses and yellow neon sneakers. "Whassup? Did you miss me?"
"Hi, Shin-san," Sena replied. "How are you doing?"
"Haha, what's with the cold treatment?" Shin laughed. "My good looks making you nervous, eh?" He slid a hand over Sena's hair.
"Well… I…" Sena blushed.
"C'mon, baby, I know you love me. How about we go on a date to the super-fashionable café that opened this week? After that, I got tickets for Akaba Hayato's concert."
His imagination lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to have a cold, chilly shiver run down his spine. He grazed a hand over his bangs and discovered they were actually sweaty. He decided to never, ever, EVER give that idea another thought.
No… Shin was a man of few words and hardly one with a great sense of humor. No, that scenario was SO not him. No… Just like in the field, he would go straight to the point at full force. He had read this was an advanced technique, but the linebacker was sure he could pull it off. If anything, because he could tell none of the other approaches would work with his personality.
"Actually, I know this place from before," Sena said, submerged until the chest in the hot waters of the bathtub. "I once came here to ask Kakei-kun about Akaba-san."
Said place was a large bathhouse, clouds of steam partially concealing the fake mountain view panels, almost making them look real. The outside looked like a Japanese palace. In the inside, lined with rows of seats and mirrors, ran a beige tile way leading to the massive tub where Sena was sitting.
"Is that so," Shin said, approaching the tub. Sena couldn't help but gawk. Shin's muscular, strong, perfect physique was only separated from nudity by a very small towel that hanged really low on his hips. His delicious muscles rippled with every step he took towards the runningback.
"Y-yes…" Sena averted his sight, subtly moving one hand to keep his rapidly growing erection down. Shin was just too much to look at straightly.
He frantically searched for a topic to talk about with the naturally stern man, as he could tell each and any silence would be awkward.
"Th-the Poseidon people grow here—I mean, visit here!"
"I see. I believe I saw one of them on the way in," Shin said.
Sena nodded hastily, and looked to an even farther point as Shin entered the tub, the light splash of water a signal to make him even more excited. There were a few males here and there in front of the mirrors, but only Oujo's lancer sharing the tub with him. The runningback didn't know that his friend and rival had chosen the hour where the bath was least visited.
"Am I supposed to wear the towel as I submerge?" Shin asked.
"I-i-if you wish."
"Having the towel on is a bit awkward," Shin said, taking it off.
That made Sena look at him, but he immediately wished he didn't. His eyes locked on the two small, solid mounds of hard flesh, making his erection spring anew, rebel to any wish to keep it down.
The linebacker left the small piece of cloth at the pool's side before turning to Sena and walking to him, who was now looking at the farthest point in the horizon, his skin beet red from head to toe.
Shin smiled to himself. He was causing a reaction on Sena… This would be a lot easier than he thought.
He sat at his side, casually resting an arm around his back and his hand over his shoulder.
Deimon's ace shuddered at the contact. He had never realized Shin's hands were so large. Shin was simply… delicious no matter where he looked. But why was he so… chummy with him? Oujo's ace wasn't exactly the most physically friendly person in the world.
The runningback's erection was reaching a very painful point now, also screaming for attention. His breathing became shallow and fast. This situation couldn't last long.
"Sena." His name in Shin's manly voice sounded so good, so sexy…
"Shin-san?" he managed to ask, and a moment later, he couldn't help but yelp. Shin's muscular, rock-solid thigh was rubbing against his equally hard one.
It couldn't be… It couldn't… Ice-statue-Shin Seijuro wanted the same as he did…? Despite the awkwardness, Sena looked up at Shin.
The linebacker almost smiled at the flushed face, open lips and wide, expectant eyes of his rival. It did look like Sena liked him back. No further seduction moves were needed. He'd ask the million-dollar question.
"Would… you go out with m—"
"Nhaa! You'll see how much faster I am in the water!"
There was a big splash right in front of them, drenching everything in sight. Sena coughed and sputtered, as he looked through raining bangs at Mizumachi Kengo swimming in the tub as if it was a pool. After him trailed a platinum-haired boy he knew only too well.
"Nha! My win! Like I told ya!" Mizumachi gloated from the edge of the tub.
The platinum-haired surfaced with a smile and looked at the other people in the place. "Hey, Sena. Shin-san. So you were here too?"
"Riku…" Sena said, his skin returned to normal. No traces of his erection remained either.
Slowly, Shin removed his arm from around Sena, his impassive gaze fixed on Riku's sarcastic one.
And that was when Shin swore his undying hatred towards Riku.
On to Chapter 3: Eat my Chocolate… If You Dare!
See you soon!