"It's no use." Light's voice sounds matter-of-factly, but L catches the very slight undertone of desperation.
"We will never find a way out," he declares, halting his pace. L sighs.

"I didn't expect Light-kun to give up this easily," he tries to tease his companion into continuing their journey.

"What do you mean, easily? We've wandered around in this forest for hours yet we didn't even find any place only remotely familiar. The forest is too thick to see the stars or determine direction by any other means. This is hopeless." He crosses his elbows and sits down on a nearby rock, his lips stiff and tightly closed, so L squats down next to him.

"What is your suggestion then?" he asks in the calm, monotone voice of his. Light shrugs.
"Not much we could do. Let's try to make a fire and get some sleep."

L nods and they start collecting fire wood and pile it up. None of them has actually made a fire before, so they struggle with it for a long time, but finally give up. Light shivers ever so slightly. The forest is cold and gloomy at night. L notices and moves closer. He wraps his arms around his friend to keep him warm.

Light's dad and Watari had brought them here, but never came back and now there was no getting out of this forest. Light is still very tense, and understandably so. So L begins to caress him, taking his hand, which is cold and damp. He brushes his cheek with the other hand, trying to be comforting.

"Stop it," Light protests, trying to make his voice sound angry. But L knows this is very mild resistance on Light's part, most likely just for show anyway, so he keeps going, moving the hand on Lights face down his neck.
"We should stay warm," reasons L. He starts massaging Lights shoulders now and quickly slips his hands underneath the black pullover because it just works better this way.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" Light snaps, but he doesn't avoid L's touch. His warm hands feel good, how they skillfully press against his back. Light finally starts to loosen up. L's fingers knead the fair skin forcefully, aiming to soften up the tight muscles in front of him. Light is very quiet, only every now and then a gasp or hiss escapes his lips when L is too brutal in his treatment or a comfortable sigh when L's hands must have been just in the right place. The muscle tone of his neck and shoulders slowly vanishes, leaving soft, relaxed skin under L's grasp. Carefully, L moves his fingers along Light's spine, still massaging the young man's body, until he reaches the small of his back. He was not cold any more and Light's pristine, smooth skin feels so good under his touch...

The hands glide by the prominent hip bones to Light's stomach, feeling his subtle abs, feeling his every breath, feeling his body slightly jerking when his untended finger nails accidentally scratch him. L spreads his fingers to feel more, more of Light and explores his body eagerly. Light leans back, his head resting against L's shoulder now, as L discovers how Light's pectorals feel like, his small nipples and the hard ribs guarding his beating heart.

L is not sure if Light will snap at him for this but he has to test his luck anyway. One hand remains on Light's flawless chest, the other ventures deeper, boldly slipping into the buttoned trousers to reach the hemline of Light's briefs. Light opens his mouth to protest, but only a faint noise escapes his throat as L touches his hardness.

Author's note: this was done for a story request. I hope you enjoy it, too. Please comment. Flames also welcome.

Author's note II: I just reformatted the text to make it more comfortable to read - thanks for pointing it out to me in the reviews!