Eyeshield 21- "Overenthusiastic"
Title: Overenthusiastic
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: JyuumonjixSena
Word Count: 658
Warning/s: OOC. GOD THE OOC. But it was fun. XD
Summary: Jyuumonji does a few things he regrets. Ah, the power of youth.
Dedication: sw_inku- YOU DELIVER SO I DELIVER TOO. I LOVE YOU.
A/N: Hehe just writing something silly and pointless was lots of fun. I haven’t done it in a while. XD
“Shit,” Jyuumonji cursed vehemently, and began pacing back and forth across the floor anxiously, brow furrowed with something very close to worry. Panic, maybe. “Fuck. Fuckin’ shit.”
Sena sighed and rested his chin on his knees as he watched the other boy tread around his very small room like a big, restless lion. “It’s okay, Jyuumonji-kun,” he moved to say, soothingly. “I’ll um…I’ll tell him it was from working out too hard?”
Which, he supposed, wasn’t exactly a lie.
But the blond just paused in his pacing to stare incredulously at the runningback. “Are you kidding me? He’ll know. He always knows. Fuck, the bastard probably already knows.”
When Sena noticed that little Vee in Jyuumonji’s forehead that said he was genuinely worried the smaller boy frowned and moved to stand, to maybe offer some sort of physical comfort if his words weren’t cutting it.
Bad idea.
“The hell are you doing?!” Jyuumonji panicked, and without thinking, pushed Sena back down onto the bed hastily. “Rest, dumbass! You shouldn’t move!”
“Ow,” Sena winced, when his backside hit the mattress again.
A beat.
They looked at each other.
“Oh god I’m sorry,” the lineman began, when he realized. “Punch me in the face later or something. I am the king of bastards.”
Sena stared, incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Never mind. Hiruma’s gonna kill me first anyway.”
Sena sighed, shifting gingerly so he was more comfortably situated amongst the pillows and blankets. “He’ll understand.” Pause. “Maybe.”
Jyuumonji just blinked at him.
Sena coughed. “He’ll probably only make you run fifty extra laps at most,” he reiterated more realistically, after a moment.
The larger boy groaned at the verdict and plopped down on the other side of the bed. “It was a really long break!” he complained, burying his face in his pillow. “I can’t be held responsible for my actions after something like that.”
Sena laughed gently and nestled down next to the fretting blond, resting his cheek on Jyuumonji’s arm so he could enjoy the warmth. “You were gone a really long time,” he agreed, softly.
“I’m never going anywhere with that shitty old man ever again,” Kazuki vowed, turning his head sideways and cracking an eye to regard a slightly bemused Sena. “Even if you think we ought to try and understand one another better or whatever.”
Sena sweatdropped. “I guess it didn’t work? I mean…bonding with your dad?”
“Drove me crazy the whole damn time,” Jyuumonji grunted, and flexed the bicep Sena was resting his cheek against, bumping the smaller boy in some sort of ‘I told you so’ exasperation. “What a waste of our vacation.”
Sena flushed slightly at the implications of the other boy’s words-the other things they could have been doing on vacation if Jyuumonji’s father hadn’t whisked the blond away for a quote-un-quote family vacation. “Well you uh, you made up for lost time last night?” the runningback offered after a moment, by way of consolation.
Which didn’t work at all, as it only brought Jyuumonji back to his current reason for cursing fate. “Hiruma’s gonna kill me,” he muttered.
Sena sighed and slid closer to the larger boy, carefully. He patted his boyfriend’s shoulder. “At least we don’t have a game until next week. I’m sure I’ll be able to run straight again by then.”
“Never again,” Jyuumonji vowed. “I am never doing that again. Why the hell did that shitty old man have to take us to the goddamned Cayman Islands?!”
“He was just… trying,” Sena said, quietly. Then felt the need to add, “At least you don’t have to explain any property damage to your parents.” He looked up at the area of wall right above the headboard of his bed, where two brand-new (large) and vaguely-hand-shaped cracks in the plaster were very, very visible.
“God I’m sorry,” the blond groaned again.
Sena just laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “Welcome home.”
END
EDITS PLZ
Rating: PG-15
Pairing/Character/s: JyuumonjixSena
Word Count: 658
Warning/s: OOC. GOD THE OOC. But it was fun. XD
Summary: Jyuumonji does a few things he regrets. Ah, the power of youth.
Dedication: sw_inku- YOU DELIVER SO I DELIVER TOO. I LOVE YOU.
A/N: Hehe just writing something silly and pointless was lots of fun. I haven’t done it in a while. XD
“Shit,” Jyuumonji cursed vehemently, and began pacing back and forth across the floor anxiously, brow furrowed with something very close to worry. Panic, maybe. “Fuck. Fuckin’ shit.”
Sena sighed and rested his chin on his knees as he watched the other boy tread around his very small room like a big, restless lion. “It’s okay, Jyuumonji-kun,” he moved to say, soothingly. “I’ll um…I’ll tell him it was from working out too hard?”
Which, he supposed, wasn’t exactly a lie.
But the blond just paused in his pacing to stare incredulously at the runningback. “Are you kidding me? He’ll know. He always knows. Fuck, the bastard probably already knows.”
When Sena noticed that little Vee in Jyuumonji’s forehead that said he was genuinely worried the smaller boy frowned and moved to stand, to maybe offer some sort of physical comfort if his words weren’t cutting it.
Bad idea.
“The hell are you doing?!” Jyuumonji panicked, and without thinking, pushed Sena back down onto the bed hastily. “Rest, dumbass! You shouldn’t move!”
“Ow,” Sena winced, when his backside hit the mattress again.
A beat.
They looked at each other.
“Oh god I’m sorry,” the lineman began, when he realized. “Punch me in the face later or something. I am the king of bastards.”
Sena stared, incredulously. “Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know. Never mind. Hiruma’s gonna kill me first anyway.”
Sena sighed, shifting gingerly so he was more comfortably situated amongst the pillows and blankets. “He’ll understand.” Pause. “Maybe.”
Jyuumonji just blinked at him.
Sena coughed. “He’ll probably only make you run fifty extra laps at most,” he reiterated more realistically, after a moment.
The larger boy groaned at the verdict and plopped down on the other side of the bed. “It was a really long break!” he complained, burying his face in his pillow. “I can’t be held responsible for my actions after something like that.”
Sena laughed gently and nestled down next to the fretting blond, resting his cheek on Jyuumonji’s arm so he could enjoy the warmth. “You were gone a really long time,” he agreed, softly.
“I’m never going anywhere with that shitty old man ever again,” Kazuki vowed, turning his head sideways and cracking an eye to regard a slightly bemused Sena. “Even if you think we ought to try and understand one another better or whatever.”
Sena sweatdropped. “I guess it didn’t work? I mean…bonding with your dad?”
“Drove me crazy the whole damn time,” Jyuumonji grunted, and flexed the bicep Sena was resting his cheek against, bumping the smaller boy in some sort of ‘I told you so’ exasperation. “What a waste of our vacation.”
Sena flushed slightly at the implications of the other boy’s words-the other things they could have been doing on vacation if Jyuumonji’s father hadn’t whisked the blond away for a quote-un-quote family vacation. “Well you uh, you made up for lost time last night?” the runningback offered after a moment, by way of consolation.
Which didn’t work at all, as it only brought Jyuumonji back to his current reason for cursing fate. “Hiruma’s gonna kill me,” he muttered.
Sena sighed and slid closer to the larger boy, carefully. He patted his boyfriend’s shoulder. “At least we don’t have a game until next week. I’m sure I’ll be able to run straight again by then.”
“Never again,” Jyuumonji vowed. “I am never doing that again. Why the hell did that shitty old man have to take us to the goddamned Cayman Islands?!”
“He was just… trying,” Sena said, quietly. Then felt the need to add, “At least you don’t have to explain any property damage to your parents.” He looked up at the area of wall right above the headboard of his bed, where two brand-new (large) and vaguely-hand-shaped cracks in the plaster were very, very visible.
“God I’m sorry,” the blond groaned again.
Sena just laughed and kissed the back of his neck. “Welcome home.”
END
EDITS PLZ