(Source: wheres-margo)
Heat
[Yaaay, something else old from FF.net to make this look more full.]
Matt knew it was wrong, sick, in fact. What he was doing. Touching himself with his jeans round his ankles, leaning his head back against the cool tiled wall and repressing a moan as his best friend lay unconscious in the next room.
Death Note Short Fanfiction
