[Insert Witty Band Name Here] - Part 6
(kay guys, sick of trying to keep up with scattered comments, so just posting it my journal coes i'm a lazy basta*d. haha.
And don't worry it just looks long because of my thin layout ^_^; )
title: [Insert witty band name here] - Part 6
rating: R for smut
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: Near and his hand. Haha.
Summery: The story is set in England's countryside where four good friends decide to form a band to pass the time. Alternate universe where the characters are the same age and in highschool. And about Light and Sayu Yagami, and why they have been sent to London.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Part 6
L strummed his fingers gently across the guitar’s strings. He wanted nothing more than to create a masterpiece to have his friends practice with tomorrow, but right now he felt uneasy and blocked from any ideas. Today had left him feeling rather strange not to mention his headache which didn’t want to go away.
Light Yagami, who seemed to have a bit of a prudish and foul temperament, had severally shocked him. After his sister, Sayu Yagami answered her phone, and talked to a girl called Misa (which they could all hear, even from the small receiver on the mobile) Light seemingly just snapped and flew into such a rage that made even Near show his surprise. He grabbed a hold of Sayu’s wrist, roughly, and tried to wrench the phone from her locked hands. The moment she gave a cry and screamed that he was hurting her, L had jumped forward and threw his arms around Light, trying to restrain and pull him off the crying Sayu.
“Hey! I don’t know how you treat your sister back in Japan, but here we don’t hurt girls!! What’s your damage!?” Spat Mello, getting out from behind his drum set. Everyone in the room stared in absolute horror at Light, as he continued to struggle against L’s locked embrace. Linda comforted Sayu away from her brother, crying desperately into the phone, which seem to have broken in the scuffle.
“Misa!!” She screamed.
“Sayu!” Light yelled finally ceasing his failing. “Sayu! How dare you talk to that filth after all she’s put us through!! You stupid girl! She’s the reason we’re here right now! Sh-“
“NO! No, the reason we are here now is because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut! Because you are ashamed that your sister is a lesbi-“
“YOU ARE NOT A LESBIAN!” Light almost screeched in English making him flush pink. “And let go of me!” But L continued his strong hold. He was clearly not convinced that Light would not become violent again.
“I… love Misa…” Sayu choked past throaty sobs. “I love her so much… and she loves me…”
Light was shaking within his confinements. L had never seen anyone become so emotionally unstable before, especially not a guy.
Except that night… where he watched as his father broke down in front of him…
But it wasn’t the time to think about such things. No, he had to keep focus and make sure that Light Yagami would do no more harm.
Suddenly Matt piped up.
“Linda, do you think that Sayu could stay over at your house tonight? That is of course if Sayu herself doesn’t mind,” He said this all very quietly, as if any louder may trigger someone off again.
“Yeah, I would love it if you stayed over Sayu. You’d like my cooking! I made the best Black Forest Triple Chocolate cake last night!”
Mello gave a slight moan.
“Give us a piece too Linda?” He said as his mouth noticeably salivated.
“’Course. But you have to help me in maths remember? You said you would,”
“Yeah, yeah, deal,”
Light shook his head slightly, but almost instinctively L tightened his hold on him as if to say ‘keep your mouth shut’.
“I’d like that… Linda… Thank you,” With that Linda quickly picked up her and Sayu’s bags and guided Sayu to the door. Just before she had disappeared out into the fresh evening air, she turned and bowed very lowly.
“Everyone, I am very sorry. The trouble I caused was an inconvenience. I apologize very much again. Near, Matt, Mello and L, thank you… your kindness is meaning a lot to me,” And she was gone before the tears could over take her again.
Finally L released Light who turned away from everyone. Their eyes, all now clearly on him, burned holes into the back of his neck. L was at a loss at what to do; he didn’t want this awkwardness to go on any longer.
“You know,” Said Mello suddenly, making everyone jump, “I wouldn’t have taken you as a homophobe,” Matt gave him a swift jab in the arm for his insensitivity. “What?” Mello shook his head clearly not understanding.
“If anything,” He continued ignoring Matt’s silent pleas to shut his mouth “I thought you were gay,”
Near rolled his eyes, while L gave a gulp and blushed slightly. Matt slapped Mello upside the back of his blond head.
“Idiot!”
Light’s eye gave in an involuntary twitch. He was now certain he did not like Mello, not one bit.
“Forgive me for my actions today. I won’t be singing for your band,” L felt his insides turn cold, “and please do not talk to me or my sister from now on. Our business is our business, so please just leave us alone,”
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L put his guitar down. His headache now seemingly draining him of anything he had left. He needed sugar, and he needed it now. Tripping out into the darkened hall he made his way to the kitchen, shuffling his bare feet into the cushy cream carpet. He loved the feel of it between his toes and wiggled them with every step. As he neared the door he noticed a pool of light seep out from underneath it and he heard the muffled voice of his father. He stepped closer with caution and making no noise he put his ear to the door. Just whom was his father talking to?
“-Yes and I know that, but it’s no… no, no you’re not listening… he is not to kn… it would ruin everything I have set up here! He is not to know! It would ruin their f… You are not to step foot in this house ever again! I’ve heard enough of this. My last word is no! Now don’t call here… You’re the one that left!” Quillsh Wammy’s voice lost its whisper and he was suddenly yelling for the whole apartment block to hear. Something he did rarely was lose his temper like this.
And finally L knew who his father was talking to, his mother. Even at the thought of her, a clammy and uncomfortable state had taken over him. Before he realized it, his thumb was poised against his lips. Pressing its presence into his teeth, he suddenly became aware of what he was doing, something he always did when the subject of his mother came up. He hated venting his emotions through his thumb or fingers like this, it only triggered more memories of her and the pain she left behind. L wanted to hate her for it all, but he couldn’t. He in the end wasn’t sure if he could actually hate at all, but only ‘dislike’.
Suddenly losing his desire for sweets, or to eat at all, he made his way back to his room before he heard any more. He had to calm down, he had to get away from his apartment, and its walls that subtly closed in on him. Everything reminded him of her no matter where he turned. He made a quick dash for the window and the fire escape. Near, Near would help him through this, being his best friend, he always had.
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Near threw his head to the side involuntarily, vibrations surging through him, making his nervous system go into temporary meltdown. He turned his whole body to the side, his unbuttoned pajama top twisting around his arms, pajama pants wrapping around his ankles and white socks. Pressing his knees together and biting into the corner of his pillow he continued to gently stroke up and down his erection, placing subtle tickles across the nerve down to his balls.
It felt like forever and day since he had touched himself like this. He was a boy with far too much on his mind to do something like this. When the urge would arise, he would simply ignore his hormones and think about something else. But tonight, tonight was unavoidable, as the object of his desires, continually reminded him lately, that he was indeed a 17 year old boy with an untapped infinity of testosterone.
Near continued to replay the image of L restraining the furious Light. No one else had noticed, (not even L himself) that as he struggled to keep the other boy under control, his pants had dropped quite a bit and his dirty school shirt had ridden up high over his navel. All of which revealed a light snail trail of hair that led down underneath the elastic of his white briefs. Near had almost let out a gasp when his saw this, unable to control his surprise or the slight flush of pink in his cheeks. He had seen L with less before, but that was when they where much younger, and thoughts such as this had no merit at all.
But now, Near was at the mercy of the vision of L’s exposed skin.
And could only imagine how good it would feel to have it create friction against his own.
Moaning into the pillow he quickened the pace. His hand now wrapped around his slick erection, pumping it thoroughly. It felt so good he thought he could die from the heady feeling of his pleasure. His face burned hotly, and a gentle trickle of sweat glided down his temple. The temperature in his room seemed to have risen dramatically in the last five minutes and even though his clothes had almost completely been discarded from his body he could not get cool fast enough.
Finally he felt a distinct tightening sensation between his legs.
“Ah…” Burring his flushed face completely into his pillow, drowning out his cry of pleasure, Near came into his sweaty palms.
Suddenly a twinge of shame flooded him as his cum filtered through his fingers onto his white sheets. Forcing himself not to surface for air for just a little longer he wanted the burning guilt of masturbating over his best friend to go away at once. After a few minutes he tiredly lifted himself from the bed, dragging its sheets with him, and made his way out of his room.
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L gulped down stinging fresh air as he quickly turned away from Near’s window. After seeing what he just did he was no less surprised as he was ashamed for watching his friend in the first place. Near was Near, and in that L never thought he did such things, but that was stupid, Near was also a healthy 17 year old boy, and it was unfair to think otherwise.
L looked down at his own arousal; it was only natural that this would happen. He may not have been gay, but after all, that was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
After a moment, L decided that he would visit later, giving Near some time to clean himself up. He crept back into his own room and sat down on his bed. Suddenly his desire for sweets swept back over him and left him with a bemused grin. He’d get something sweet from Near’s kitchen later, as for now, he had something else to take care of.
Within a moment, L was in the same position Near had been only minutes before.
And don't worry it just looks long because of my thin layout ^_^; )
title: [Insert witty band name here] - Part 6
rating: R for smut
disclaimer: don't own 'em, never will.
parings: Near and his hand. Haha.
Summery: The story is set in England's countryside where four good friends decide to form a band to pass the time. Alternate universe where the characters are the same age and in highschool. And about Light and Sayu Yagami, and why they have been sent to London.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Part 6
L strummed his fingers gently across the guitar’s strings. He wanted nothing more than to create a masterpiece to have his friends practice with tomorrow, but right now he felt uneasy and blocked from any ideas. Today had left him feeling rather strange not to mention his headache which didn’t want to go away.
Light Yagami, who seemed to have a bit of a prudish and foul temperament, had severally shocked him. After his sister, Sayu Yagami answered her phone, and talked to a girl called Misa (which they could all hear, even from the small receiver on the mobile) Light seemingly just snapped and flew into such a rage that made even Near show his surprise. He grabbed a hold of Sayu’s wrist, roughly, and tried to wrench the phone from her locked hands. The moment she gave a cry and screamed that he was hurting her, L had jumped forward and threw his arms around Light, trying to restrain and pull him off the crying Sayu.
“Hey! I don’t know how you treat your sister back in Japan, but here we don’t hurt girls!! What’s your damage!?” Spat Mello, getting out from behind his drum set. Everyone in the room stared in absolute horror at Light, as he continued to struggle against L’s locked embrace. Linda comforted Sayu away from her brother, crying desperately into the phone, which seem to have broken in the scuffle.
“Misa!!” She screamed.
“Sayu!” Light yelled finally ceasing his failing. “Sayu! How dare you talk to that filth after all she’s put us through!! You stupid girl! She’s the reason we’re here right now! Sh-“
“NO! No, the reason we are here now is because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut! Because you are ashamed that your sister is a lesbi-“
“YOU ARE NOT A LESBIAN!” Light almost screeched in English making him flush pink. “And let go of me!” But L continued his strong hold. He was clearly not convinced that Light would not become violent again.
“I… love Misa…” Sayu choked past throaty sobs. “I love her so much… and she loves me…”
Light was shaking within his confinements. L had never seen anyone become so emotionally unstable before, especially not a guy.
Except that night… where he watched as his father broke down in front of him…
But it wasn’t the time to think about such things. No, he had to keep focus and make sure that Light Yagami would do no more harm.
Suddenly Matt piped up.
“Linda, do you think that Sayu could stay over at your house tonight? That is of course if Sayu herself doesn’t mind,” He said this all very quietly, as if any louder may trigger someone off again.
“Yeah, I would love it if you stayed over Sayu. You’d like my cooking! I made the best Black Forest Triple Chocolate cake last night!”
Mello gave a slight moan.
“Give us a piece too Linda?” He said as his mouth noticeably salivated.
“’Course. But you have to help me in maths remember? You said you would,”
“Yeah, yeah, deal,”
Light shook his head slightly, but almost instinctively L tightened his hold on him as if to say ‘keep your mouth shut’.
“I’d like that… Linda… Thank you,” With that Linda quickly picked up her and Sayu’s bags and guided Sayu to the door. Just before she had disappeared out into the fresh evening air, she turned and bowed very lowly.
“Everyone, I am very sorry. The trouble I caused was an inconvenience. I apologize very much again. Near, Matt, Mello and L, thank you… your kindness is meaning a lot to me,” And she was gone before the tears could over take her again.
Finally L released Light who turned away from everyone. Their eyes, all now clearly on him, burned holes into the back of his neck. L was at a loss at what to do; he didn’t want this awkwardness to go on any longer.
“You know,” Said Mello suddenly, making everyone jump, “I wouldn’t have taken you as a homophobe,” Matt gave him a swift jab in the arm for his insensitivity. “What?” Mello shook his head clearly not understanding.
“If anything,” He continued ignoring Matt’s silent pleas to shut his mouth “I thought you were gay,”
Near rolled his eyes, while L gave a gulp and blushed slightly. Matt slapped Mello upside the back of his blond head.
“Idiot!”
Light’s eye gave in an involuntary twitch. He was now certain he did not like Mello, not one bit.
“Forgive me for my actions today. I won’t be singing for your band,” L felt his insides turn cold, “and please do not talk to me or my sister from now on. Our business is our business, so please just leave us alone,”
---
L put his guitar down. His headache now seemingly draining him of anything he had left. He needed sugar, and he needed it now. Tripping out into the darkened hall he made his way to the kitchen, shuffling his bare feet into the cushy cream carpet. He loved the feel of it between his toes and wiggled them with every step. As he neared the door he noticed a pool of light seep out from underneath it and he heard the muffled voice of his father. He stepped closer with caution and making no noise he put his ear to the door. Just whom was his father talking to?
“-Yes and I know that, but it’s no… no, no you’re not listening… he is not to kn… it would ruin everything I have set up here! He is not to know! It would ruin their f… You are not to step foot in this house ever again! I’ve heard enough of this. My last word is no! Now don’t call here… You’re the one that left!” Quillsh Wammy’s voice lost its whisper and he was suddenly yelling for the whole apartment block to hear. Something he did rarely was lose his temper like this.
And finally L knew who his father was talking to, his mother. Even at the thought of her, a clammy and uncomfortable state had taken over him. Before he realized it, his thumb was poised against his lips. Pressing its presence into his teeth, he suddenly became aware of what he was doing, something he always did when the subject of his mother came up. He hated venting his emotions through his thumb or fingers like this, it only triggered more memories of her and the pain she left behind. L wanted to hate her for it all, but he couldn’t. He in the end wasn’t sure if he could actually hate at all, but only ‘dislike’.
Suddenly losing his desire for sweets, or to eat at all, he made his way back to his room before he heard any more. He had to calm down, he had to get away from his apartment, and its walls that subtly closed in on him. Everything reminded him of her no matter where he turned. He made a quick dash for the window and the fire escape. Near, Near would help him through this, being his best friend, he always had.
---
Near threw his head to the side involuntarily, vibrations surging through him, making his nervous system go into temporary meltdown. He turned his whole body to the side, his unbuttoned pajama top twisting around his arms, pajama pants wrapping around his ankles and white socks. Pressing his knees together and biting into the corner of his pillow he continued to gently stroke up and down his erection, placing subtle tickles across the nerve down to his balls.
It felt like forever and day since he had touched himself like this. He was a boy with far too much on his mind to do something like this. When the urge would arise, he would simply ignore his hormones and think about something else. But tonight, tonight was unavoidable, as the object of his desires, continually reminded him lately, that he was indeed a 17 year old boy with an untapped infinity of testosterone.
Near continued to replay the image of L restraining the furious Light. No one else had noticed, (not even L himself) that as he struggled to keep the other boy under control, his pants had dropped quite a bit and his dirty school shirt had ridden up high over his navel. All of which revealed a light snail trail of hair that led down underneath the elastic of his white briefs. Near had almost let out a gasp when his saw this, unable to control his surprise or the slight flush of pink in his cheeks. He had seen L with less before, but that was when they where much younger, and thoughts such as this had no merit at all.
But now, Near was at the mercy of the vision of L’s exposed skin.
And could only imagine how good it would feel to have it create friction against his own.
Moaning into the pillow he quickened the pace. His hand now wrapped around his slick erection, pumping it thoroughly. It felt so good he thought he could die from the heady feeling of his pleasure. His face burned hotly, and a gentle trickle of sweat glided down his temple. The temperature in his room seemed to have risen dramatically in the last five minutes and even though his clothes had almost completely been discarded from his body he could not get cool fast enough.
Finally he felt a distinct tightening sensation between his legs.
“Ah…” Burring his flushed face completely into his pillow, drowning out his cry of pleasure, Near came into his sweaty palms.
Suddenly a twinge of shame flooded him as his cum filtered through his fingers onto his white sheets. Forcing himself not to surface for air for just a little longer he wanted the burning guilt of masturbating over his best friend to go away at once. After a few minutes he tiredly lifted himself from the bed, dragging its sheets with him, and made his way out of his room.
---
L gulped down stinging fresh air as he quickly turned away from Near’s window. After seeing what he just did he was no less surprised as he was ashamed for watching his friend in the first place. Near was Near, and in that L never thought he did such things, but that was stupid, Near was also a healthy 17 year old boy, and it was unfair to think otherwise.
L looked down at his own arousal; it was only natural that this would happen. He may not have been gay, but after all, that was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
After a moment, L decided that he would visit later, giving Near some time to clean himself up. He crept back into his own room and sat down on his bed. Suddenly his desire for sweets swept back over him and left him with a bemused grin. He’d get something sweet from Near’s kitchen later, as for now, he had something else to take care of.
Within a moment, L was in the same position Near had been only minutes before.