If You Get To Heaven
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Chapter 4
Title: If You Get To Heaven
Author: Greedy Little Bastard
Rating: M
Summary: LxNearxBB. The reason why Near is so cool about L's death.
Disclaimer: I don't p*wn Death Note.
Author's Note: Betaed by Otaku-want-2b. *hugs* Near is 16 in this. L and BB are 25.
Chapter 5 F***f (Fluff)
This had never happened before. L's hand chose the wrong direction, moved the wrong way and brushed over Near's, which was putting a piece into a very large puzzle on the floor.
Near was glad L was spending time with him, even though it was already late. So moments like this could happen, when Near got something he had no claim over. But today is different. Near figures it out when L brings his face to Near and nuzzles at his hair.
L softly whispers into his ear:
“Near can touch me if he wants."
Near slides his fingers up L's neck, over his hair. He hadn't touched L's hair for so long now. And it feels just like Near remembered it; only this time he doesn't need the excuse of hugging L to stroke it.
“Tug at it?" L offers.
And Near clutches at his hair, pressing his hand to L's scalp even further.
L's wide-opened eyes stare at Near, as his hands move over all his body, his legs, his arms.
Near knows why L is doing this. He just tries to show Near that he should try to let people touch him. Because it feels nice and because L himself doesn't mind to be touched too. And just to prove the latter, L takes a hold of Near's hand and puts it between his legs, over his fly. His other hand comes behind Near's neck and pulls him for a kiss.
"Open your mouth," L whispers against Near's lips.
L's tongue slips inside, stoking the insides of Near's mouth. He is frozen like a dear in headlights, his lips unmoving, his blood rushing. Under his palm, where L's hand presses it, Near can feel L getting hard. He wants to jam his body into L's to show him how much he cares for these small affections as L pulls out of the kiss and starts unhurriedly planting small gentle nips in a row over Near's jaw bone.
Near closes his eyes, he almost moaning. He clenches his teeth, slowly breathes out through his nose, then fills his lungs full of air and holds it in again.
"Nia is shy," L murmurs, he tilts Near's head and lightly licks at his lips.
L moves his leg between Near's and presses forward.
"Ah!"
"Just surrender yourself to me, Nia. I'll lead you through." L's words are barely a whisper.
Hot open-mouthed kisses are being trailed down Near's throat, Near bites his tongue to contain his gasps. His pajama top hangs loosely around his chest and L's fingers are playing with the waistband of his pants dipping in to stroke Near's pubes. L's shirt is gone long ago, his bare skin against the chest of the other. And though his mouth is still tight shut, Near makes a needy sound at the back of his throat.
Near's fingertips are digging into L's shoulders. He can finally hug L to his liking and L can do with him whatever it is he wants.
"Kiss me, L."
He moves up, his torso rubbing against Near, his palms trapping Near's head from the both sides. He closes his mouth on Near's and this time Near fights for breath. As he slides his tongue to lick against L's he can feel how L entwines his tongue with his, moaning something into the kiss. And the lips feel so delicious over his mouth, that at this point Near thinks 'fuck hugs,' and tilts his head even further back giving better access to his mouth for L to devour.
L's lips were glistening with saliva when he finally pulled away.
"You learn quick," L spoke out of breath.
And then L lets out a satisfied moan, because it's then when Near discovers that if he wraps his legs around the small of L's back, he can thrust up. Hard. L lets him buck up and leans in for another kiss. This time he lets Near explore his mouth, softly giving Near's tongue the feather-touches with his own each time the tips or their tongues meet. He lets himself drown in this sweet feeling of this body on fire bucking beneath him, letting Near's mouth muffle the sounds he is making.
L bites at the side of Near's neck and tries to stand up, but Near clings to him and rubs his erection against L's. He intendeded to come that way. L presses his lips against Near's ear, his lips stretched against the soft shell in a smile:
"If Nia lets go I can please him even more than that."
L kneels over Near's hips pulling off his pants and underwear. He slithers his hand up Near's thigh taking Near into his hand and giving him few firm strokes. Near's breath is noisy, he is way too aroused to play. As he takes Near into his mouth he pushes two fingers inside Near's mouth and it doesn't take Near long to figure out that L repeats each of Near's caresses of L's fingers on Near's cock. He licks at those fingers really fast, L's tongue not disappointing him for a second. He sucks on L's fingers, hard and nearly comes as L does the same to his throbbing erection.
Fingers grip tightly around him and Near whimpers, the fingers are out of his mouth and he can feel the slick digits brushing against his opening. L then stops his attentions to Near's cock completely. Near wants that mouth back. He grips L by the hair and guides his head down. L follows every movement of Near's hand.
The breath is coming in loud short puffs out of Near's opened mouth as L's fingers work him. His hand is clenched tight in the black hair. L had found that spot inside of him a long time ago and he teases Near each time when he buries his fingers up to his knuckles into him. Near tosses his head to the sides and the unfinished puzzle gets into his peripheral vision, only he couldn't see it. He is too absorbed with what L's fingers are doing to him.
He feels pain. No matter the slow pace, no matter the tiny kisses all over his face. He cries out, eyes squeezed shut. L is unmoving just like Near was during their first kiss.
The pain fades away though. Like the tears in the corners of Near's eyes. He likes the gentle rocking of L's hips.
L's lips let out such sweets sighs, which became louder as he thrusts harder. The sound of the bed clashing against the wall matches the rhythm of L's fucking him. But Near is still on the floor, he can remember that. He can feel the hardness against his back. And inside of him.
At the same moment, when it dawns on him the clashing of the bed is knocking, he wakes up.
The small net-book is still on the bed near him, the puzzle on the screen half-solved.
Someone is knocking on the door.
Author: Greedy Little Bastard
Rating: M
Summary: LxNearxBB. The reason why Near is so cool about L's death.
Disclaimer: I don't p*wn Death Note.
Author's Note: Betaed by Otaku-want-2b. *hugs* Near is 16 in this. L and BB are 25.
Chapter 5 F***f (Fluff)
This had never happened before. L's hand chose the wrong direction, moved the wrong way and brushed over Near's, which was putting a piece into a very large puzzle on the floor.
Near was glad L was spending time with him, even though it was already late. So moments like this could happen, when Near got something he had no claim over. But today is different. Near figures it out when L brings his face to Near and nuzzles at his hair.
L softly whispers into his ear:
“Near can touch me if he wants."
Near slides his fingers up L's neck, over his hair. He hadn't touched L's hair for so long now. And it feels just like Near remembered it; only this time he doesn't need the excuse of hugging L to stroke it.
“Tug at it?" L offers.
And Near clutches at his hair, pressing his hand to L's scalp even further.
L's wide-opened eyes stare at Near, as his hands move over all his body, his legs, his arms.
Near knows why L is doing this. He just tries to show Near that he should try to let people touch him. Because it feels nice and because L himself doesn't mind to be touched too. And just to prove the latter, L takes a hold of Near's hand and puts it between his legs, over his fly. His other hand comes behind Near's neck and pulls him for a kiss.
"Open your mouth," L whispers against Near's lips.
L's tongue slips inside, stoking the insides of Near's mouth. He is frozen like a dear in headlights, his lips unmoving, his blood rushing. Under his palm, where L's hand presses it, Near can feel L getting hard. He wants to jam his body into L's to show him how much he cares for these small affections as L pulls out of the kiss and starts unhurriedly planting small gentle nips in a row over Near's jaw bone.
Near closes his eyes, he almost moaning. He clenches his teeth, slowly breathes out through his nose, then fills his lungs full of air and holds it in again.
"Nia is shy," L murmurs, he tilts Near's head and lightly licks at his lips.
L moves his leg between Near's and presses forward.
"Ah!"
"Just surrender yourself to me, Nia. I'll lead you through." L's words are barely a whisper.
Hot open-mouthed kisses are being trailed down Near's throat, Near bites his tongue to contain his gasps. His pajama top hangs loosely around his chest and L's fingers are playing with the waistband of his pants dipping in to stroke Near's pubes. L's shirt is gone long ago, his bare skin against the chest of the other. And though his mouth is still tight shut, Near makes a needy sound at the back of his throat.
Near's fingertips are digging into L's shoulders. He can finally hug L to his liking and L can do with him whatever it is he wants.
"Kiss me, L."
He moves up, his torso rubbing against Near, his palms trapping Near's head from the both sides. He closes his mouth on Near's and this time Near fights for breath. As he slides his tongue to lick against L's he can feel how L entwines his tongue with his, moaning something into the kiss. And the lips feel so delicious over his mouth, that at this point Near thinks 'fuck hugs,' and tilts his head even further back giving better access to his mouth for L to devour.
L's lips were glistening with saliva when he finally pulled away.
"You learn quick," L spoke out of breath.
And then L lets out a satisfied moan, because it's then when Near discovers that if he wraps his legs around the small of L's back, he can thrust up. Hard. L lets him buck up and leans in for another kiss. This time he lets Near explore his mouth, softly giving Near's tongue the feather-touches with his own each time the tips or their tongues meet. He lets himself drown in this sweet feeling of this body on fire bucking beneath him, letting Near's mouth muffle the sounds he is making.
L bites at the side of Near's neck and tries to stand up, but Near clings to him and rubs his erection against L's. He intendeded to come that way. L presses his lips against Near's ear, his lips stretched against the soft shell in a smile:
"If Nia lets go I can please him even more than that."
L kneels over Near's hips pulling off his pants and underwear. He slithers his hand up Near's thigh taking Near into his hand and giving him few firm strokes. Near's breath is noisy, he is way too aroused to play. As he takes Near into his mouth he pushes two fingers inside Near's mouth and it doesn't take Near long to figure out that L repeats each of Near's caresses of L's fingers on Near's cock. He licks at those fingers really fast, L's tongue not disappointing him for a second. He sucks on L's fingers, hard and nearly comes as L does the same to his throbbing erection.
Fingers grip tightly around him and Near whimpers, the fingers are out of his mouth and he can feel the slick digits brushing against his opening. L then stops his attentions to Near's cock completely. Near wants that mouth back. He grips L by the hair and guides his head down. L follows every movement of Near's hand.
The breath is coming in loud short puffs out of Near's opened mouth as L's fingers work him. His hand is clenched tight in the black hair. L had found that spot inside of him a long time ago and he teases Near each time when he buries his fingers up to his knuckles into him. Near tosses his head to the sides and the unfinished puzzle gets into his peripheral vision, only he couldn't see it. He is too absorbed with what L's fingers are doing to him.
He feels pain. No matter the slow pace, no matter the tiny kisses all over his face. He cries out, eyes squeezed shut. L is unmoving just like Near was during their first kiss.
The pain fades away though. Like the tears in the corners of Near's eyes. He likes the gentle rocking of L's hips.
L's lips let out such sweets sighs, which became louder as he thrusts harder. The sound of the bed clashing against the wall matches the rhythm of L's fucking him. But Near is still on the floor, he can remember that. He can feel the hardness against his back. And inside of him.
At the same moment, when it dawns on him the clashing of the bed is knocking, he wakes up.
The small net-book is still on the bed near him, the puzzle on the screen half-solved.
Someone is knocking on the door.