A/N: Thanks for reading. Eyeshield isn't mine, by the way. I think this chapter is funny, but my beta predicted what would happen... Anyway, the next chapter should be up relatively quickly. It looks like there's going to be three more after this, but I can't be sure. Oh, you'll also note that the rating went up. Yeah... this is a little bit happier than the rest of it has been. As always, REVIEW!

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Hiruma didn't show up to Sena's house that night, but the next morning he was there bright and early as usual.

"G-good morning," Sena said as he saw Hiruma leaning far back in a chair across the room. Yesterday with Monta had done the trick, and Sena was feeling less insecure now. If nothing else, they would have time when the Christmas Bowl was over, which was only a few rounds away.

"Fucking Boyfriend." Hiruma used it as a greeting again. Although no one else was there with them, Sena blushed, still a little shy about how direct Hiruma was.

"How was the interview?" Sena asked as he slowly walked across the club house towards Hiruma. The quarterback sat up in the chair as he approached, pulling his long legs from off the table.

"Boring, but successful." Sena waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't. And he didn't ask, even though he was curious about what exactly he had done with Mamori the day before.

They were quiet for a few seconds, Sena gingerly grasping his school bag, before Hiruma motioned for Sena to come closer. They were roughly the same height with Hiruma sitting down, so Sena was coaxed towards the captain until their faces were closely facing each other. The running back was sure Hiruma was thinking something sexual (or hoped, anyway). However, but didn't take any action himself until Hiruma smirked and tapped his own lips lightly.

Sena watched him, blushed, then slowly leaned forward and kissed his boyfriend lightly. He retracted, giggly and happy and full well knowing that he was teasing Hiruma.

"Try again," was the gruff reply, accompanied by a smirk. He snuck his arms around Sena's waist, pulling him even closer, while the other blushed and tried not to smile.

"B-but someone might come in." After a pause he added, "After all, it's time for practice." Sena smiled politely and forced himself to pull away.

Hiruma wouldn't let him. "Fuck practice."

Sena knew that he didn't really mean that, but he thought that Hiruma wanted to have Happy Time just as much as Sena did at that moment. "Of course we can't--" Sena started, but was cut off as Hiruma forced his mouth onto his.

All of Sena's body began to tingle as Hiruma's tongue intruded past his lips. He felt passionate, like they hadn't kissed or even seen each other for months (which obviously wasn't the case.) Actually, this was really bad since Hiruma was being at least a little discreet about their relationship, though that didn't mean he actually meant to hide it. In fact, Sena had really no idea what he thought about it in relation to other people. He might even get into trouble for telling Monta and asking for advice the day before. As much as he didn't want to, Sena pulled away again, a little more forcefully. Hiruma backed off a little, but just enough that Sena had a mouth to talk with.

"What?"

"Well… we-we just never get any time alone together and it's just…." Sena trailed off, really distracted as well as unable to remember his train of thought from five seconds ago.

Hiruma was at least half paying attention, but in order to amuse himself further he began to kiss the side of Sena's neck. The running back continued bravely, though it was pretty hard to do.

"All I'm suggesting is… wh-what if some of the team members knew? Then we wouldn't have to be so-" Hiruma turned his attention from Sena's neck to his face, if only for three seconds. He quirked an eyebrow.

"I don't like it when other people watch." He went back to the neck.

Sena really had no idea how to interpret that. Did it mean that he didn't want anyone to know about them, or that he was okay with it but his personality was preventing him from being open? Maybe he was just trying to cover up his fear of people finding out he was dating another boy? It could be completely opposite, too, that he just couldn't stand watching other people make out in front of others and therefore didn't want to in turn…?

In all actuality, Sena only took about a second to think thoughts like these since Hiruma had moved to licking his ear shell and pulling out his tucked-in shirt. His hands slid over Sena's bare back three or four times before getting bored (or something else, Sena didn't really know.) They went for The Goods next.

"Fucking Boyfriend, you're hard already?" Hiruma teased, cupping him with his huge palm.

No way. He was right.

Sena blushed deeply, not sure if he should be ashamed of himself or something. In fact, this was not a very good time for him to have an erection, although that's probably what Hiruma was going for. It had just been so long, that was all… Even masturbating didn't help much.

With his other hand, Hiruma pulled Sena forward and leaned back in the chair, forcing the smaller boy onto his lap, thighs spread.

"N-no, stop…" Sena whimpered as Hiruma unzipped his fly, letting the pants slip a few inches down on his waist. Hiruma took advantage of the extra room and began pumping Sena's erection slowly. His oversized tongue went back to Sena's ear as the shrimp leaned into him for support, causing the boy's face to redden deeper. "H-Hiruma…St-stop…" Not that it was too effective, since he was moaning everything he meant to say.

The captain licked his way down to Sena's throat, gently sucking on the skin beside his adam's apple. His free hand was keep Sena in the middle of his lap by firmly pressing into the small of his back.

"God! I'm… I'm…"

Sena vaguely heard a rattle of something behind him, but his back was facing the door and he couldn't see anything. Less than the time it took him to register something was amiss, an almost identical rattle was heard, and a sound of the door (probably closing.)

He only made half an effort to turn and look (since he was so close to an orgasm) and couldn't see anyone. Hiruma was looking at the door (and he had hesitated in his hand movements), so Sena decided to ask.

"What was that?"

There was a pause before Hiruma answered.

"Monta."

Sena was silent from horror.

"Don't worry, he left." If the captain was flustered, he didn't appear to be. In fact he went back to jerking Sena off.

"Hey, st-stop!" Sena could feel the heat rush back to his cheeks as Hiruma redoubled his efforts on his ear as well. "W-w-we…" he started to say something else about pretending they weren't doing what they were doing, but his whole body tensed up before he could get it all out. Sena gripped tightly on Hiruma's shoulder, moaning under his breath. It was definitely a lot better than what he had done in the shower over the last few weeks.

Sena slumped against Hiruma's muscular chest, his breath gradually becoming less heavy. Now not only did he have Monta to deal with, but also creamed underwear.

Hiruma kissed his neck a few times before pushing Sena up and kissing him one more time on the lips.

"There's clean underwear in your locker," he said, shifting his body to stand up. Sena somehow managed to stand with him, legs shaking a little bit. Why did he even bother to be surprised with what Hiruma could do?

After regaining his composure, Sena took off for the locker room, changing his clothes (actually, just his underwear) in record time. He was glad that he didn't have to wear his soiled pants all day, but what would he do with them? The black space in the corner at the bottom of the locker would have to do until he could sneak them away.

Hiruma had taken his seat again at the desk, a newspaper open in front of him, when Sena walked back in. He faced the front door like it was one of his football rivals, unsure if he would be able to make it past this obstacle. It was just Monta, right? And he already knew, right? This shouldn't be so hard, right?

The running back slid the door open shyly, looking out into the brightly lit yard for Monta. He was a few feet away, talking animatedly with the Ha-Ha Brothers. Well, Monta was talking, swinging his arms all around him, and the Ha-Ha Brothers just look bored. Could this be any worse?

All of them looked over when Sena opened the door to the club house, trying not to blush too badly.

"G-good morning…" he said to them. Juumonji raised an eyebrow, but otherwise they just grunted their usual greeting and headed for the locker room. Monta looked a little flustered, but didn't say anything about what he'd seen or what he'd been talking about with the linemen.

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"I'm… soooo sorry…." Sena and Monta were hanging out at a family diner later that night, Sena with an overwhelming sense of guilt for his friend.

"No worries-MAX" he replied happily, but with a little awkwardness. "I d-didn't really see anything, so…" he trailed off. They were silent for a second before Sena asked the question that had been bugging him all day.

"Erm… What… I mean, Juumonji…" Monta interrupted before Sena could put his thoughts into words.

"Oh, don't worry, they were just a little early for practice, so I told them not to go in there." Sena swallowed. That was good and bad.

"What did you tell them?"

"…That you and Hiruma were having a secret meeting…" Sena choked and so Monta hurried and spit out an excuse. "You know, about Eyeshield or something? Wouldn't that be something that just the two of you would talk about?" He looked around nervously to see if anyone was listening to their conversation. Sena blushed and shook his head.

"Yeah, thanks anyway. That could have turned out bad…" he looked into his strawberry drink and tried not to be worried. Oh well, if the Ha-Ha Brothers had suspicions or anything, they would probably come out and talk to him. They weren't really ones to beat around the bush.

The conversation pretty much died there, and although they tried to talk about other things it was still a little strange between them. Without eating too much, the two of them left the restaurant for the arcade, unsure of what else to do to kill an hour or so. The solution easily arose as they saw the Ha-Ha Brothers approaching them halfway to their destination.

Sena smiled nervously. Wasn't this a coincidence?

"Good evening-MAX!" Monta was the first to greet.

"H-hello," Sena joined in afterwards. Although they were friends, he had a strange worry that they were about to be beaten up or something.

The three of them grunted and made some effort of a greeting, then fell in line beside Sena and Monta. They walked a few blocks, the arcade in sight before anyone said anything else.

"So what was up with this morning?" Juumonji asked Sena, turning his face towards him a little. Sena sighed internally, and blushed lightly.

"W-what do you mean?" he asked nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

He looked over to Monta for support, but the other two had already broken off to interrogate him. This was not good.

"If there's some sort of strategy, we'd like to know about it," Juumonji stepped in front of Sena's line of vision, looming over him. Sena was immediately reminded of the time that he had been bullied by his now-teammates.

"It-it's not that…" Sena could feel a bead of sweat drop down his face. How was he supposed to get out of this?

"Hey, Juumonji." The blond turned to look at Togano, who was pushing his glasses back up on his nose and pulling out his Jump magazine. "Monkey says he was making out with Hiruma."

Sena blushed bright red. Had Monta broken down that easily?

"I didn't say that!" He couldn't see receiver past the other two, but he could tell Monta was angry.

"Oh." Juumonji looked vaguely surprised. "Is that it?" he looked down at Sena, eyes hard. Sena couldn't response through his embarrassment.

After a moment of stares from everyone, he couldn't take it anymore and nodded. For some reason all three of them shrugged within seconds of each other and mumble whatever under their breaths. They all took off down the street at the same time, Juumonji sliding his hands into his pockets.

Sena and Monta stood in the street stunned.

"W-wait!" Sena called after them. They turned their heads to look at him.

"What?" Kuroki asked.

"That's… You don't care?" That's what surprised him the most. He was expecting at least a little disgust from those three.

Juumonji rolled his eyes while the other two scoffed. "We saw you walking home with him a few weeks ago," he started, letting Togano continue.

"You were holding hands."

"Very cute," Kuroki added sarcastically.

"Oh," was all Sena could think of as a reply. A moment of tense silence later he said, "I never saw you?" They had been pretty discreet, right?

All three averted their gaze simultaneously. "We didn't want to talk to Hiruma," Juumonji offered as an excuse in order to save their pride.

"Anyway," he led the other two back to talk to Sena for another minute. "If he bullied you into it-" Sena opened his mouth to protest, but Juumonji cut him off in turn. "Or if he won't let you out of it, or he starts treating you bad or whatever. Just let us know, okay?" Although he looked pretty intimidating when he said it, Sena was a little moved. He knew that they had all become closer, but he didn't think this close. They were going to be loyal to him before Hiruma?

Juumonji looked pointedly at the other two, who grunted in agreement (Togano even looked up from his manga) and, satisfied, they turned back in the direction they were headed.

Sena looked at Monta, who was just as stunned as the running back. As their eyes met, they both grinned, surprised by what had happened.

"Togetherness-MAX!"

"Yeah, glad that turned out well…" Sena wiped his forehead off and decided to head home.