L continues to fire up Light's dormant sex drive some more. He has already started to produce precum, moistening his briefs and L's hand. Light is going to be pissed off tomorrow. They don't have any clothes to change into. But now, generating body heat is first priority. He can argue with him tomorrow.
Light's member is growing quite big for the confinement of his trousers and the environment is getting awfully sticky with precum.
It was a mistake to release Light from his arousal the first time, so L plans on maintaining the erection without loosing it to ejaculation. Not an easy task, since Light can not even vocalise his state, but L wouldn't be L if he gave up that easily.
He feels his own arousal leaking precum against his abdomen. He rarely produces precum, let alone enough to wet his boxers. But apparently there is something about Light that makes his body react this way. Curious.
Light's lips part and give away a soft sigh. A glance from L ensures that he is still asleep, though. He doesn't want to wake his friend. Apart from the unnecessary disturbance of his rest, there would most probably be a discordant reaction from Light. And L does definitely not feel like explaining himself to Light.
There is hardly any movement possible anymore in Light's briefs, so L interrupts stimulation and just keeps his hand placed gently on the slippery shaft. His other hand is still holding Light's hands and with relieve he finds that his plan worked out - there is blood and warmth returning to Light's frozen fingers and the shivering died down and ceased quite a while ago. Content, L realises how tired he really is, suppressing a yawn and hugging Light a little tighter. He cannot fall asleep now, he must still keep an eye on his friend's body temperature!
But he cannot fight his body's need forever and in a moment of weakness, he drifts off.
The morning in the forest is beautiful. Birds are starting to sing, few sun beams make their way through the thick canopy and bring a little energy with them to chase away the cold of the night.
L wakes up first, his mouth full of Light's auburn hair. He spits it out, glad Light is not conscious to notice. His limbs feel extremely tense and uncomfortably cold. He stretches them, as far as that is possible with Light's head on one arm and the other still caught up in his trousers. Wait, what?
Quickly, L retreats his hand from the jet black briefs. Not quick enough, though, to miss the morning hard-on in there. Well, none of his concern for the day. He looks around their sleeping place to examine it more closely now in the daylight. There is a huge fir tree just above them and oaks and beeches around it. There is hardly any grass on the floor, but fir needles, dry leaves, twigs and moss. A spotted woodpecker starts drumming on the trunk higher up in the canopy. An anguished groan from below indicates that Light is awake now - and not liking it.
"Are you in pain?" L asks casually.
"Piss off," Light snaps in a hoarse voice. L shrugs and pulls his arm away from under Light's head to get up, accompanied by an angry snarl from his friend. It's not his fault that Light has caught a cold or whatever pain he is in.
"Good. Then we can continue looking for a way out," L says calmly and begins trotting away into the forest. He hears Light cursing behind him, hurriedly picking himself up from the forest floor and rushing after him. Of course neither of them wants to be alone in this forest. With the two of them, they can at least distract one another with meaningless bickering. But to L's surprise, Light says nothing as he catches up with him, but patiently walks at his side in silence. L cannot suppress a grin. With his hair tousled like that he looks almost like an inverse mirror image of himself, with his black pullover and once cream-coloured trousers. Unfortunately, Light doesn't miss the grin.
"What's so funny?" His voice doesn't sound good. He must really have caught a cold.