WARNING TURTLECEST, DON'T LIKE DON'T READ
Pairing: Raph/Don, Leo/Mike
Written For: Teratophelia
When Raphael wanted to fix his bike, he generally did it himself, not trusting the others to help him. But lately, when anything happened, Don was called into the garage.
Mikey wasn't quite sure what to make of this. Raph and Don had been spending an awful lot of time time together lately, and it worried him. What if Raph didn't want him to be his best buddy anymore? He and Raph had always had this special bond, and he was scared of losing it.
He was so lost in his thoughts, that he failed to hear his eldest brother come up behind him. He jumped in surprise when Leo placed his hand on his shoulder, and he whipped around, eyes wide.
"Is something wrong Mikey?" Leo tilted his head, eyes questioning. He kept his grip on his brother's shoulder, offering comfort in his own way.
Mikey frowned, but nodded. "It's Raph
he and Don have been spending a lot of time together
and I think that Raph's, well
" He blushed, looking down, mumbling the rest.
Leo tilted his head, his grip tightening slightly in reassurance. "That he's 'what' Mike?"
" Mikey kept his eyes down, worried that Leo would make fun of him.
Leo merely smiled, shaking his head as he pulled his brother into a hug. "No Mikey, he hasn't forgotten you. He's just spending some extra quality 'time' with him."
"Quality time?" Mikey tilted his head, looking up to meet his brother's eyes. "What do you mean? Don't they have enough time together?"
"No, Mikey, it's a different 'quality time'." Leo gently stroked Mikey's cheek, seeing the light dusting of red. As Mikey went to speak again, Leo chuckled. "Like this." He was certain that he wasn't misreading his brother. He leaned forward, lips softly pressing against Mikey's own.
Mikey's eyes widened, but he leaned into the kiss. He suddenly understood Raph and Don's 'quality time' much better.
Raphael leaned back against the table, his amber eyes shining from the light that peeked in through the only window. These last few weeks had been the same routine, over and over. Something on his bike broke, it needed fixing. They needed no other excuse.
He liked watching Don work, liked seeing how his muscles moved with each and every precise movement. It was relaxing for him, and he loved knowing that Don liked to take care of his baby just as much as he did.
There was one thing, however, that he liked to take care of more.
Raph pushed off of the table, walking over towards his brother, who remained knelt in front of his bike. His hands reached out, gently running along the olive toned skin. The feel of his brother's skin was familiar, and more than welcome. He continued the light running of his hands, slowly turning it into a gentle massage.
He could feel Don relaxing under his touch, and he allowed himself a secretive smile. He was the one causing this.
Donatello set the tools down, his eyes closing in response to the touch. He didn't think that he'd be getting much more work done on the bike tonight. Sighing, he leaned back into the touch, allowing himself some much needed relaxation. He was certain that he would enjoy it until the next time he was called up to the garage to 'help'.