But contrary to L's expectations, Light doesn't fall asleep. He keeps slouching in L's grasp for a while that seems to take forever, but eventually the orgasm-induced drugs leave his system, the heat retreats to his core and control returns from below the waistline to his neocortex. L concludes that Light must have regained domination over his body, when he discreetly wipes his soiled hands on his trousers.
Light detaches himself from L's arms and seats himself casually on the forest floor, vis-à-vis to L. His eyes are still a little glassy and unfocussed. Yet they seem to discover one thing fairly quickly.
"You're hard. So you are human, after all."
"I never claimed I wasn't."
They sit in silence for a while, staring at each other in the dark.
"Are you going to do anything about it?"
"My experience tells me that it will go down by itself when ignored."
Light yawns and rests his head on his palm. Well, maybe he is just tired after all.
"So you usually ignore it?"
"Yes."
Light brushes a damp strand of hair from his face. Now that the heat of arousal has gone, he realises how cold it really is. He buttons up his still undone trousers.
"That's pretty sad."
L doesn't answer. Despite the absence of stimuli, his erection hasn't died down yet.
"We should try and get some sleep," he says instead.
"Alright."
Light examines the forest floor in his immediate vicinity, as far as that is possible at night. It seems to be dirt and fir needles and moss everywhere. With a reluctant sigh he brings his head down on a fairly dry spot and curls up to keep his extremities as warm as possible. He is glad there is no mirror out here. He must look terrible!
L does the same, but he rolls over and is suddenly very close to Light, his chest meeting the other's shoulders and their faces only centimetres apart.
"What are you doing?" Light's voice has now a piercing tone to it, almost threatening.
"I'm keeping us warm. Remember, that was the point of the whole exercise."
"You're NOT sleeping this close to me with a fucking hard-on!"
"It will go d-"
"I don't care! Do something about it or leave me the fuck alone!"
L is slightly taken aback by the aggression in Light's voice. Were people not supposed to be relaxed and peaceful after an orgasm? But Light's adamant eyes make it clear that there will be no argument.
"Very well then."
L opens his jeans and silently curses his hard-on for being so persistent tonight. His boxers are already moist and slimy with precum, which becomes all the more uncomfortable once it gets cold from opening the trousers. He grabs his stubborn erection and begins rubbing it apathetically, aiming for quick release.
Finally, his body gives in to the unenthusiastic stimulus and L turns away to cum. The orgasm is pathetic, but L doesn't care. At least he is done now. He feels the biting cold now, too, but he still waits a while for the bodily fluids to cease. Then he just zips his jeans and approaches Light again, embracing him feels him shiver slightly and curling up even tighter. His quiet breath is calm and steady. Light must have fallen asleep while he was... occupied. Since Light still shivers, he pulls him closer and gently reaches his arm over Light's shoulder to get a hold of his clenched hands. They are clammy and precariously cold. Concerned, L slides around his other arm to get a hold of both of Light's freezing hands. Light instinctively huddles up to the warm body in his sleep, bedding his head on L's upper arm.
It is weird to be so incredibly close to Light. L has never been as close to any other person before. He never wanted to be close to any other person before. But this... Light's hair is tingling in his face. He smells the innate body odour of his hair and skin, and he smells oh so good! L wants to drown in that scent, whatever it is that makes Light smell so irresistibly intoxicating.
Light stirs in his sleep, pushing his scapulae hard against L's chest and his buttocks press tightly against L's crotch.
Anxiously, L realises that his erection is coming back. Fortunately, Light is still fast asleep, so L merely turns his hips a little to avoid direct contact, cursing his body yet again for the disproportionate reaction to someone else's touch. He casually reaches into his jeans and turns his hardness over, so its tip is pointing upwards now. This way, come what may, Light will most probably not notice and the erection will not concern him.
What does concern L, though, is the fact that Light doesn't seem to warm up. He still shivers in his arms, a desperate attempt of his body to generate heat from muscle movement. They don't have a blanket or jacket of any kind. L could give him his pullover, but then it would most likely be him shivering like a leaf there. Yet he must warm up his friend somehow, or else... He'd rather not think about that, so L ponders the limited possibilities and concludes that the easiest way to regain Light's body heat is to arouse him again. So he slides one hand from the dead cold clutch of Light's fingers down his body, slipping underneath his pullover and entering his trousers yet again. Light's member is limp and small while the dartos fascia of his scrotum are contracted, pulling the testicles up, close to the body. L gingerly picks up the droopy organ and slowly moves the foreskin just up and down the glans. It takes a while, but eventually, Light is hardening again.
Author's note: this is the rewrite, I hope it turned out to make the story more vivid and interesting.
I was planning on just adding a few thoughts of L before he falls asleep, but somehow he wanted me to write it this way, so there will be some rest of the night in the next chapter, when they will explore the forest some more.
Sorry for adding the cliché line about L being human because he has an erection. But I personally like this cliché and it seemed to fit here.
Thanks for reading!