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L and I both laughed nervously, unsure of how to respond to Watari. We really needed to remember to lock the door when things got private.
"Don't be ashamed. I'm happy L has someone to love," Watari smiled at L like a father would his son.
"Thank you, Watari," L said softly. "Was there something you wanted to tell me?"
"Yes, I wished to remind you that you reserved a tennis court for noon today. I can cancel the reservation if you like," Watari said.
"No, that's alright. Light and I will play together," L looked at me. I nodded.
"Yeah, that'd be fun. We need a rematch," I smiled.
"Very well. I'll bring the car around at eleven thirty," Watari bowed before exiting the room. I put the rest of my clothes on before walking over to lock the door.
"Well, that was fun," I smirked. L stood up but didn't bother putting on his clothes.
"I'll need a shower before tennis," he said, taking a step closer to me and giving me a sniff. He wrinkled his nose. "You will too."
I blushed. "Yeah, I haven't showered since before my date with Misa. Shit, sorry to remind you," I blushed an even deeper shade.
"Yes. I'll be out soon." And with that L disappeared into the bathroom.
I took the time to clean up a bit, rinsing out empty coffee cups and throwing away bags of potato chips. I grinned to myself at a skeet stain on the floor before trying to scrub it out with a washcloth. L finished his shower and reentered the living room, dressed in his normal outfit.
"L! Come on, I'm not going to let you get away with wearing that outfit again. If we're going to play tennis you need a tennis outfit," I said definitively.
L looked shocked. "But I like this outfit."
"You can borrow some of my clothes," I ignored him, going into the bedroom. I pulled out white shorts, a white collared shirt, and a white headband. "Here, put these on while I take a shower," I handed him the clothes.
"Shorts?" he held them up with his index finger and thumb like they were diseased.
"Just put them on, okay? I'll go freshen up and meet you out here."
***
When I finished my shower I put on my own tennis outfit and bounced out into the living room. L was standing uncomfortably, plucking at his headband. I laughed at the sight of him. He had dressed in the clothes I gave him, but he didn't seem too happy about it.
"Good for you, L," I smiled, patting him on the back. L grumbled something incoherent. "It's almost eleven thirty, we should go down to meet Watari," I gestured towards the clock. L hunched his shoulders, giving in, and I pecked him on the cheek. "You look cute," I whispered in his ear. The edges of his mouth lifted into a slight smile.
***
When we arrived at the tennis courts L kept on looking around anxiously. I could tell he didn't want anyone to see him in his outfit.
"Relax. None of these people know you," I assured him.
"Yes, I suppose that's true," he seemed to calm down a little.
Watari handed us our rackets and we both stretched and warmed up for a few minutes before starting the game. I was wondering how it would go this time. I had barely beaten L in our first match.
We developed a modest crowd again, and a lot of them were people who I recognized from the first face-off. Most of them cheered me on, but some took L's side. I took an early lead, but the score was quickly tied. The sun baked us and we were drenched with sweat, but we didn't stop playing. I smacked the ball as hard as I could, aiming just out of L's reach. He dove for it and managed to slap it back. Annoyed, I hit it even harder. This time L couldn't return the ball and I got my lead back.
L scowled, squaring his shoulders for my next hit. Over and over again the ball raced across the net. Determined to win, I leapt into the air, striking the ball with all the force I could muster. L lunged but the ball was just out of his reach, resulting in a small shout of approval from the spectators.
"Yes!" I cried. L growled in the back of his throat, narrowing his eyes. I prepared for his move, fully aware that I only needed one more point to win.
The tension grew as the ball flew back and forth for what felt like forever. It seemed like I was never going to get an opportunity to really slam the ball. L had kicked it up a notch and was playing to win.
"Let's go!" someone in the crowd yelled. I took a deep breath and stepped back a bit, allowing myself enough room to whack the crap out of the ball.
The ball soared over the net, my heart pounding. I cocked my arm back and thumped the ball with all my might. It lobbed over the net, and L moved to it swiftly. I bit my lip, praying he wouldn't hit it. He extended his arm, racket outstretched…
DAMN! The ball flew back at me, catching me off guard. I missed it, causing most of the crowd to boo. L smiled slightly.
We continued playing until my arms ached and I could hardly stand up straight. L didn't appear at all tired, so I faked my fatigue until I was completely drained.
When the ball came back to me I caught it in my hand. The crowd has almost entirely disappeared, so no one heckled me.
"Are you giving up?" L raised his non existent eyebrows.
"I'm too tired to keep going. How about we call it a tie?" I offered. L considered it.
"Yes, I suppose that will be fine," he shrugged. I checked the clock. It was almost five thirty! We'd been playing for over five hours!
L slipped the headband off of his sweaty head. He used his hands like a slingshot and flung it towards the trashcan. It ricocheted off, landing a few feet away. We ignored it and made our way to the concession stand, where L ordered us some ice cream. We licked it from the cones, glad to cool off. We talked about casual subjects for a while until both of us finished our ice cream. L still had a little above his lip, and I leaned forward to kiss him, getting the ice cream off.
"Ugh, I'm so gross and sweaty," I looked down at myself. My shirt was sticking to my stomach, and my shorts felt like a wet bathing suit.
"It looks like you need another shower," L agreed.
"Care to join me?" I flirted. A small smile crept onto L's face. "Come on, let's get back to the task force," I took his hand and we hurried to the car.
***
When we arrived home we shed our clothes and hopped into the shower together. The warm water cascaded over our bodies, and I grabbed the bar of soap to run it over L. I lathered him up, sudsing every inch of him I could find. He moaned as I polished his length with the soap, using my free hand to take hold of him and pump gently.
I switched from soap to shampoo and poured it directly from the bottle into L's hair, scrubbing it in. I dug in with my fingertips, causing L to moan loudly. I massaged him for a bit longer before letting it rinse out.
Now it was my turn to get cleaned off. Instead of using soap L chose body wash, which allowed him to use his hands. Body wash flowed over me as he smoothed it onto my chest and stomach, pausing to play with my length. I gasped as he squeezed my sac, surprised but pleased. Next he let me rinse off before foaming up his hands with shampoo and running them through my hair. He rubbed it in, giving me a delicious sensation.
When we were both dirt-free we turned the shower off and got out. L started to dry himself off with a towel, but I quickly pulled it away from him. I grabbed his head and led him to the bedroom, throwing him on the bed.
I kissed him roughly, sliding my tongue down his wet neck. His chest glistened with water droplets, and I licked them all off.
Wanting to try something new, I spun around so my face was between L's legs and his face was between mine. He figured out my plan pretty quickly and brought his mouth up to my length, licking the tip. I moaned and braced myself against the bed before wrapping my lips around L's cock, sucking hard. An insane sensation took over my body as the combination of L's lips around my length and my lips around L's length sent my libido into overdrive. L circled his tongue around my tip, and I flicked my tongue out to his sweet spot. We trembled together, both of us sucking harder. As L reached his tongue out to lick the spot right under my tip I gasped and grazed my teeth over his erection. He moaned, swirling his tongue all the way down my length. I added my hand to the equation, pumping his erection intermittently. Within seconds we were both gasping for breath, our bodies thrusting against each other. L was the first to explode, but I came right after, moaning as L licked every bit of seed from my erection.
After we caught our breath we rearranged ourselves so L was lying on top of me. We started kissing and the passion grew like it always did.
L rearranged himself so his back was pressed against my stomach. He took charge, taking my hands to his mouth. He sucked on them and then led my hand to his entrance. With his hand on mine I inserted a slick finger, sliding it in and out. After only taking one finger, L lowered himself onto my erection. I found his confidence extremely sexy.
L began riding me, and I thrust my hips up into him at a fast pace. The new experience excited different parts of my body, and L moaned, letting me know he was feeling just as excited as I was.
I put my hand up and began stroking his cock. He started grunting as I thrust my erection even harder into him.
"God, L," I moaned. Quickly I reached my end, exploding inside of L. I screamed L's name, feeling as if my brain cells were going to burst out of my head. It was a very different feeling than I'd had when I came in another position. I continued pumping L's erection until he came, his body trembling on top of mine.
He rolled over so he was lying next to me, and I started running my fingers through his hair absentmindedly.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," L murmured back after a moment's pause.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"No, I suppose I have nothing to be upset about," L said. Satisfied, I pulled the covers up over us and drifted off to sleep.
Finally I finished this chapter! It feels like it took forever (sorry about that)
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