NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

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*B fumbles through his things and grabs the strawberry-scented lubricant. After turning it over a few times in his grasp he hops downstairs to L*

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[downstairs, L is lying facedown on the bed, shirt off, arms folded beneath his head.]

[he waits anxiously. this is sooo not what it looks like.]

[cakeordeathnote]

[.......a bad move, even if it couldn't be helped. L watches B and pauses a moment to calculate his options and weigh the probabilities.]

[after all, did we not just get the ugly truth?]

.....no higher than the shoulders, please.

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*blinks at all*

*blinks again*

*Was he...being given a second chance?*

*B looks over and decides he cannot be denied the opportunity to touch this man*

...Right.

*approaches the bed again and places a hand on L's shoulder, caressing it.*

Not above the shoulder...

*mutters audibly*

L, with his body white,
Supple and smooth to his
Slim finger tips...

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[L shudders a bit at that. contact is STRANGE. and as weird as this is, the massage felt good.]

[he closes his eyes, still calculating his words.]

What you did before....felt good.

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*A grin creeps across B's face and his heart starts pounding to the point where he worries L might hear it. He made him feel good! He nearly wept for joy*

I'm experienced...I could make you feel even better, where are you sore or stiff?

[cakeordeathnote]

I do not know. I have no way of knowing.

[he looks B carefully in the eye and says:]

Do with my body what you will.

[as a warning, not a challenge.]

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*And he-did he just-*

*B stares for a moment, completely vacant*

What?

I mean...

*Sits down next to L and presses his fingers gently around the shoulders and prepares to work his way down*

*Nervously*

...Okay...lie down and relax.

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[L resumes his previous position lying down.]

......thank you. You are too generous.

[there's a slight lilt to the words, as if he's thinking them out.]

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*B continues to administer a gentle massage across L's upper back, trying to relieve the tension there...He was touching L...and L was letting him...*

*...Was he worthy?*

L...? *kneads*

May I kiss you?

[cakeordeathnote]

No, B.

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*frowns slightly but the grin returns quickly. He. Was. Touching...*

What do you remember? About...

*hesitates*

About dying...

[cakeordeathnote]

[closes his eyes]

Little. What I do remember....

I remember that it hurt. There was a sudden tightness in my chest. Then everything was underwater.

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*squeezes around L's back*

...It was Light.

[cakeordeathnote]

That killed me?

....I see. I was right all along, but....

[eidetic_image]

Of course you were. You're always right.

[cakeordeathnote]

I had no evidence. I could only be about 8% sure.