#mikeyxraph

Don blush prettily at the comment about his and Leo’s relationship. It was a new and budding one, clearly still in the honeymoon stage where Leo wanted to spend as much time with Donnie as possible, and vice versa. But the responsibilities of their lives could not be postponed for love sick turtles, mutant ninjas or not, and thus Don was still spending many hours during the day (and night) making sure that their new lair was safely secure. This caused Leo, put out about his lack of time with his lover, to get on Mikey and Raph’s case’s about taking up some of the slack to allow Donnie (and him, by proxy) some relaxation time. Raph thought it was a bit hypocritical, but considering that the stick up Leo’s ass had actually come loose a bit now that he was getting a regular dicking (or vice versa, Raph wasn’t going to ask for details) so he figured he take one for the team. It wouldn’t do to let Don overload just to spite their fearless leader.

So here he was, learning about the new security system to help Don install it. It looked complicated and boring, but hey, Raph was game. The genius cleared his throat, going back to business. “Okay, so, in electrical terminology, this alarm system here is called a closed-circuit system. When all our entrances and exits are shut, the attached switches are close. Because all the switches…”

Raph continued to stare at picture on the screen, really, really trying to understand what the nerd was talking about, but he had a hard time follow.

Especially when a new distraction in the form of Michelangelo decided to walk by.

He noticed the motion in the corner of his eye and had only meant to look up for a second to confirm who it was but froze when he took in the sight. Mikey, sans majority of his gear except for his shell necklace and his sunglasses, which were perched on his face hiding his maskless eyes. In his hands, a popsicle, juicy and wet from having already been licked. The sight wasn’t completely unusual. They all went around naked sometimes, especially when the summer heat started to creep into the usual cool sewers, and Mikey had an oral fixation and had found that stupid recipe online on how to make orange crush popsicles.

But this popsicle wasn’t one of their funky home-made ones, and it certainly wasn’t orange.  

Raph stood transfixed as he watch Mikey, who by then plopped down on the couch about ten feet away from them in their little nook, wrap his mouth around that bright red ice pop. There was a little slurp sound that sounded obscene despite the seemingly innocent act and the shortest turtle slowly let the treat slide out of his mouth. There was a little pop that sounded when the popsicle exited Mikey’s mouth and Raph saw a trail of saliva trail from the wet tip and the bottom lip.

When the trail broke apart, Raph found himself swallowing the large amount of spit that flooded his mouth at the sight. He blinked a few times and turned back to the task at hand, only to be pulled away as he saw Mikey start licking at the treat like a kitten at a milk bowl. He made teeny, tiny swipes with that pink tongue, which was turning redder and redder with each swipe against the frozen dessert. Because of the sunglasses, Raph couldn’t see what Mikey was doing with his eyes, but for a second, he picture his youngest brother’s eyes closed in bliss as he let the sugar and fruity taste flood his mouth.

“…thus, opening a door separates magnet from switch, causing the switch to open and trigger the, uh, Raph?” The second eldest shook his head and looked down at a slightly perturbed Donatello, who didn’t appeared to appreciate his pupil not paying attention.

“Yeah, sorry, what where you saying?” Raph leaned over and gave a look that said, ‘I’m listening this time, honest.’ Don narrowed his eyes at him for a moment before turning back to their work.

“Opening the door separates the magnet from the switch, which triggers the alarm,” Don continued. “The three electronic parts that comprise the solid-state switch of the alarm sounder are…”

A loud slurp from Mikey did nothing to disturb Don’s lecture, but it sure did distract Raph enough to cause him to move his head slightly to the right so he could get a clear view of Mikey in his glorious splendor.

He was still going at that little red Popsicle, diminished slightly from the last Raph saw it, but it still seemed to be giving Mikey some enjoyment. The licks got longer and his tongue came out more, making broad sweeps along the slightly melting delicacy. Droplets of red was now falling down the cylindrical piece and Mikey was quickly trying to catch them with his tongue before they fell. Agile as he was, he did miss a few, which cause the normally orange-masked turtle to suck them off of his hand, where they had landed delicately, before continuing his trek to catch all the melting streams.

As Mikey continued to enjoy his snack, Raph couldn’t help wonder further, still. Of Mikey, and that talented little tongue, licking something far bigger, and hotter, than that little piece of ice on a stick. It most certain wasn’t red, either, but the red juices that were starting to stain his tongue and mouth was such a pretty image. He started imagining other things staining those lips, something salty and bitter, rather than sweet and juicy. He pictured them stretching out over his dick, which was currently becoming more and more uncomfortable as his organ started to swell within its confines. He let those images play out, and whatever Mikey did to the popsicle, he was doing to his cock.

Raph was so into Mikey and his own headspace that he didn’t notice that Don had stopped talking after realizing he had completely lost his student (again) to the splendor that is Mikey and his mouth. Don stared that sight far more bemused than Raph was and noticed the dilation of Raph’s pupils when Mikey finally decided to finish the icicle off by closing his mouth completely over the treat and pulling slowly and seductively off of the wooden stick. Both turtles watched as Mike swished the now slush in his mouth, savoring the flavor before he swallowed (Don noted that Raph mimicked) and leaped off of the couch. He placed the popsicle stick back into his mouth as he walked away, seemingly unaware of his audience.

Don gave a huge sigh, which caused Raph to start, just now realizing that he had completely spaced out. He turned and looked back at his brother, who expected to look upset but found he had an expression of resignation, and dare he say, amusement?

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” Don said, exasperation heavy in his voice, “go after him.”

“Um, he, I” Raph stuttered. “What?”

The four-eyed turtle gave him a pitying look. “He does that on purpose, you know.” He used his left pointer finger to push up his spectacles. “He has an oral fixation and you have a Mikey fixation.”

“I don’t have a Mikey fixation,” Raph grumbled, more than willing to pretend his very observant brother hadn’t just caught him fixated on the youngest turtle.

Don gave a looked that might as well have shouted, ‘yeah, sure’ before sighing and turning back to the computer.

“Listen, far be it from be to lecture you on how you feel, but even a complete moron knows how you feel about Mikey. Including Mikey. And he’s game, more than, in fact, and he’s been sucking down popsicles and dropping thing so he can bending over in front of you for the past three months hoping you’d just get enough courage to pursue him, but it’s getting ridiculous. He hates cherry flavored stuff, you know this, but he’s doing it to get your attention. Now stop being such a baby and go talk to him. Or not talk to him, I don’t know and I don’t care.”

Raph stared in shock at the lanky turtle, his mouth wide open. Don shook his head at the still motionless turtle and continued, “If you’re not going to help me with the security system you might as well help yourself get laid. Lord knows, your sexual frustration is driving Leo and me crazy, and we actually have a healthy sex life, thank you.”

His geeky brother’s talk about his own sex life kicked him in motion and he was moving away from Don just so he didn’t have to listen to it. He didn’t notice he was tracing Mikey’s footsteps until he was already halfway there. He stopped and turned back to Donnie, who was giving him a shooing motion.

Raph finally found it in himself to grin at his brother and darted off, in hunt for the youngest turtle and apparently his not-so-secret crush.

Don sighed, for what felt like the ninth time in half as many minutes, and turned back to the computer, only to jump when he noticed the presence of Leonardo at his side.

“Jeez, Leo,” Don cried out, holding his hand to his plastron, feeling his heartbeat pick up at being startled by his mate. “Stop that.”

“Sorry,” Leo said, with a smile that indicated he wasn’t at all. “Ninja.”

Don just narrowed him and that earned a chuckled from the leader in blue. They both simultaneously looked to where the other two turtles had disappeared to.

“So?” Leo asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah,” Don said, adding another sign to the list. Leo’s grin only got bigger and Don rolled his eyes. “Yes, shut up, it means you win.”

Leo’s look was smug. “I knew it.” He did a small victory dance that Don watched on with masked amusement.

“You don’t have to be so smug about it,” Don stated, as the eldest turned back to him with a happy gleam in his eye. “I really did think that Raph would have had the gumption to approach Mikey by himself.”

Leo smirked as he leaned over and gave Don an affectionate kiss on the side of his head. “Yeah, well, when it comes to bullets and ninja weapons, Raph’s as brave as they come. But when it comes to emotions, he’s as meek as a mouse.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Don said, his voice sounded resigned. “I suppose you want to collect?”

Don’s whole demeanor seemed reluctant, but Leo noticed that Don had already started to press the power button before he even finished the question, and was eyeing their separate room most gleefully.