LIGHT'S DAYDREAMS
On his desk sat a thick red history textbook and an ordinary notebook. Everyday, Light came home from school and did his homework. No exceptions. As usual, Light opened the thick textbook and began to work. At first it was easy, but as time slowly drifted on, his mind began to wander to other, more interesting subjects. It started off casually, almost by accident, as his subconscious desires began to drift out of the recesses of his mind and find new ways to distract him from his work.
"I can feel his warm body radiating heat underneath me. I touch the bottom of his cotton shirt with my fingers and gently lift it over his stomach, exposing his bellybutton. I can tell my fingers are cold because of how warm his skin feels against them. He almost shivers a bit as I begin to…"
Light looked at his notebook. There was a big, black dot of ink in the middle of a sentence from when he started daydreaming. "I don't have time for this," thought Light. He looked into his textbook and saw a picture of some historical event being dramatized in a painting. After staring at it for several minutes, he realized that the hero looked a little bit like L… "AHH! I have to work!" thought Light. "I really REALLY don't have time for stupid things like this right now."
"…Then I trace his figure with my fingertips, while he rotates his hips and begins to arch his back in anticipation. I can tell he's as horny as I am. At least, I hope so. I move my hands to the small of his back, and slowly trace his spine. I can't help but notice how thin he is. He has a perfect figure, almost like a girl's. He pretends like he doesn't notice and looks up at me with his big, black eyes. He blinks slowly, like he's holding something back. His lower lip is quivering slightly as he nervously licks his lips with his wet tongue. I lean down to put my lips right over his while my other hand…"
"FUCK!" screamed Light. It took him a moment to fully grasp that he had shouted out loud. "Are you okay up there?" his mom called up to him. "Yeah! I'm fine!" he shouted back. He collapsed in his seat with his hands on his head. "I need to work." He thought. "work work work work work…"
"…While my other hand began to work on undoing his jeans. I could feel the bulge in his pants throbbing against my hand while he rotated his hips underneath me."
"WORK!" Light said out loud. "Actually, I would probably need both hands to take off his pants…Wait, no. SCHOOLWORK. HOMEWORK. COLD SHOWERS…" Light decided he needed a better way to get rid of his teen anxiety. He stood up and looked out his window, figuring he might be able to get his mind off of fucking L's brains out. Nothing happened. "Wow, what a complete waste of ten minutes." Light thought. He sat back down in his chair and tried to do his homework again. Then there was a knock on the door.
"Light, honey! Open up!" It was his mother. But he opened the door anyway. "Mom, I thought I told you not to intrude on my personal reflection time." said Light. "But I brought you cookies! Oh, are you doing homework? I'm sorry to interrupt you! I'll just bring them over there to you on the desk." She walked over with the tray and tried to maneuver around Light to find a way to fit the tray of cookies on his desk. Her breasts kept coming close to his face, then moving away again. Then Light realized he was having sexual thoughts about his mom. "What! No, Stop!" he thought. But still, he couldn't help but notice how every time she shifted the position of her body, her arm poked against her breasts and shifted them into a different direction. He never really noticed what nice breasts she had. He wondered just HOW susceptible to movement they were. Then he began to think of all the different ways he could test that. "WHOA" Light thought, "if she wasn't my mom…"
Light's mom left the cookies and went back downstairs to do whatever Light's mom does when she's downstairs. "Maybe if I just jerk off then I could get over these weird fantasies." Light thought out loud. "Maybe if I stop talking to myself then I won't have to worry about people thinking I'm crazy," Light thought. "Or maybe I'm just crazy". Light quietly looked around to make sure no one was in his room. He spread his legs and unzipped his fly, quietly of course.
"There's nothing like probing the recesses of your mind for weird fantasies." Light thought. He wondered which appealed more to him, the idea of his mom's huge breasts against him or the idea of the ultimate emo boy, L moaning over him. Then he realized that if he jerked off to his mom he would have officially committed every morally unsound crime known to mankind, but not in a good kind of way.
"I held L's hands down over his head to torment him."
Light began to think.
"I could tell he wanted to hold me, or he wanted me to fuck him. Either way he was horny out of his mind but there was nothing he could do about it. I wanted him, so badly, but I wanted him to feel every second we were together, and I wanted to watch him do it.
My face was still painfully close to him and his lips were pursed as he expected me to kiss him. He was still rotating his hips beneath me and arching his back every time he drew breath. His tongue would creep out of his mouth every now and then to wet his dry lips. Eventually, he began to just trace the shape of his lips slowly with his tongue. He wanted me to kiss him, or show him SOME kind of affection. But I didn't. The greatest trick to getting someone to love you is to ignore them completely, and it was working. Eventually L would just go absolutely crazy.
So instead of just unbuttoning my pants and taking him like I wanted to, I watched his cock stiffen and touch his lower belly. He could tell I was watching him and that I enjoyed watching him writhe beneath me. I could see his lower belly muscles stiffen and his cock throb each time he inhaled. He said my name in a breathy voice obviously intended to seduce me. I put my mouth on his and decided to kiss him.
I sat up over his lap and slowly unbuttoned my pants. His hands were free now and he sat beneath me cross legged, with his hands slowly caressing his cock. Now that my pants were off, I decided to torment him and just sit back down on his lap and kiss him again. This time, he gave himself over and began furiously making out with me. He was trying to eat me the way a fat kid eats a cupcake…"
But for all intents and purposes, L WAS a fat kid."
Light looked down at his cock. He couldn't believe that had been enough to make him cum, but it was. He tucked his cock back inside his pants. He looked at his history homework, and decided that jerking off was probably a bad move, since every time he looked at that page he was now going to think about doing sexy things with L. As he slowly chewed a cookie, he decided that there were worse things that could have happened.
Light's inner desires wandered back to their respective places within the deep recesses of his mind. For now, he knew he could concentrate on his homework.