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He that lives upon hope will die fasting.
Not long after Light shrugged on his sweater they were out the door of Turandot's. Neither Light nor L spoke a word on the seemingly endless venture through the crowded parking lot, but every few seconds their eyes would meet, and fuck all if the tension wasn't completely palpable, a living, breathing thing trying to eat L and his usually notable self-control alive. Light was stalking through the parked cars like a predator, eyes slightly narrowed, as if the car was trying to hide from them in order to prevent anything good from happening.
Just before L would have broken down and begged Light to just take him then, perhaps pressed against the car of one of Turandot's hipster patrons, Light clicked the unlock button on his rented key fob.
Thank the lord.
Light walked, deceptively calm, to the passenger side of the car and opened L's door. After shutting it, he walked with the same calm to his own door and let himself in.
As soon as the door shut, he turned to L, put one hand behind his slim neck, and drew him forward. L responded by sliding a slim hand into Light's sexy, graying hair. He didn't have time to do much else before Light pressed forward and kissed him more deeply than he had ever been kissed before.
It felt like Light was trying to taste his soul, and it was the most arousing thing L had ever experienced.
Light held him in place as he tasted, plundered, and erotically skimmed every crevice of L's mouth with a tongue tasting of coffee, and noises were being drawn out of L that he had no idea he'd even been capable of making.
Light pulled back, and L would have complained rather bitterly, had Light not slid the hand that had been kneading the back of his neck into his hair, and allowed that talented fucking tongue to make rounds on his neck.
L had been half hard the entire time they'd been sitting in Turandot's. Now, he was sporting the most intense erection he'd ever had in the company of another human being.
The memories of pathetic fumbling led by idiot exes faded from his mind, and L knew that they would never come back, nor would they ever regain importance in his mind.
He was making new memories. Infinitely better ones, with someone infinitely better suited to him.
L then used the hand that had been sitting benignly in Light's hair to drag him up, so he could taste that coffee flavored tongue again.
Light liked that. Quite a bit. He responded to L's passion with as much of his own, sliding his hands into L's hair, allowing them to skim over his face, letting them drift over his shoulders.
Light was everywhere on him, and then, suddenly, was nowhere.
L frowned and opened his eyes.
Light's body was no longer close to him, hanging over the console, but was back in the driver's seat. His eyes, however, still devoured L with a ravenous hunger belying the man's thoughts and desires.
"L." Light's voice was rough, heavily laden with sex. L's toes curled in his uncomfortable shoes. "Much more of that and I am going to fuck you in the back seat of this car."
While L found the thought of being taken in the car very erotic, he wanted plenty of room, and a lack of an audience for what he expected to come.
"There are several hotels closer back to town," L managed. "Take me there."
Light thought it over, looked at L with more promise than he had ever been on the receiving end of, and quickly whipped the car out of the parking lot, almost running over an individual in very tiny pants and very large glasses in the process.
Light continued down the road, unruffled, and grabbed L's hand.
L took the opportunity to fellate Light's fingers.
He lifted their joined hands, disentangled them, and slid Light's pointer finger slowly into his mouth.
Light made an animal noise and looked over at L quickly, before remembering to keep his eyes on the road.
L liked that he could distract the man from something so important. He realized that it was probably irrational to want to do that, as it was dangerous, but he'd never claimed that his sexual desires abided by the same sort of logic as his everyday ones.
So, he began to slide the digit in and out of his mouth, alternating techniques, laving it with his tongue and occasionally scraping it slightly with his teeth.
Light's knuckles on the hand violently gripping the steering wheel were as white as L's skin.
They hit a stop light, and Light immediately withdrew his hand from L's devious mouth before replacing it with his own; this kiss no less intense than the last. Light invaded L's senses completely, making him shudder. He couldn't help but submit completely to such profound stimulus.
There were several honks from behind them, a muttered curse from Light, and then they were moving again. Light's hand crept into his hair again, but this time began to knead and work at the place where his spine met his skull. L melted completely, mewling, eyes fluttering back into his head.
He wondered how Light could just know exactly what parts of him made him do what? How did he know exactly what he needed and wanted?
"Is that natural?" asked Light, looking over at his face intently.
"Wh-what?" L's foggy brain managed to finally put forth.
"Your eyes. They just sort of flutter shut- it's- really arousing. Your eyelashes are so long."
Oh. L hadn't even realized what was happening until Light pointed it out. It didn't usually happen outside of L's private explorations of his own body; he'd just assumed that nobody's touch would be quite as masterful as his own, and yet here Light was, just kneading the base of his skull and L was responding like he'd lost all control. Well, he had lost all control; he had never just wanted so badly before.
L decided that he wanted to see how badly Light wanted him. He reached over and palmed Light's erection through his pants, and decided that Light wanted him rather badly.
Light's response itself would have been rather convincing by itself; he took his free hand to hold the one roaming his lap in place as he groaned, and suggestively rolled his erect cock into it.
L almost came.
"Fuck, I want you so badly," Light grit out through clenched teeth. He looked at the GPS embedded in the dashboard. "It says we've got roughly two minutes until we get to the hotel. I'll need those to compose myself- I think that walking in with a hard on this evident may send the wrong signals to the poor clerks."
L hesitantly withdrew his hand, but, before he could withdraw it completely, Light retrieved it, kissed it, and held it.
L thought that, were his heart to be any warmer, he was liable to spontaneously combust.
They pulled into the drive of the hotel. Light parked by the door, and turned to face L. "I'll be right back, okay? I'm just going to go get us a room." He kissed him briefly on the mouth, opened the car door, and stepped out. L watched him walk inside before beginning to think again.
He pulled out his phone, suddenly afraid that his parents, sensing that something was amiss, had tried to call, or, even worse, had found out he had left school. Upon unlocking his phone, he realized that they had not. He still felt a prominent swell of anxiety in his chest, and began to think of all of the ways that people might find out too soon.
He did not want this to be taken away from him.
Apart from what L sensed would be a massively satisfying sexual relationship, he also felt completely comfortable talking to Light. He hadn't reacted adversely to anything L had told him about himself, including the things that generally warned people away from him.
In the spirit of full disclosure, L had told Light about his sexual assault.
L knew some people weren't willing to be with anyone who had had that happen, so he thought it only courteous to give him the option to get out.
Light did not try to get out.
L had been immensely surprised, and also gratified to whatever deity had been willing to let him keep Light.
He wasn't used to getting to keep the things he wanted, or, really, even the things he needed, so it felt like a major victory of some kind; Light was all of the things L had determined he needed in a relationship.
L put his phone away and smiled.
He had Light right now, and he was going to enjoy it.
L was startled out of his thoughts by Light opening the door and slipping into the driver's seat. He tossed the little packet with the key cards into L's lap, and smiled. He then drove them around to the parking lot. They slipped in the back entrance, and walked- sides touching- to the elevator.
As soon as the doors opened, L found himself pressed against the wall. He groped for the "2" button blindly, as Light had his tongue in his mouth.
L smiled, wanting desperately to have the luxury to get used to the stimuli.
He finally acknowledged the hope growing in his chest- the hope that Light would want to keep him.