For the game,
Spoiled rotten!
SPOILED ROTTEN SPOILED ROTTEN SPOILED ROTTEN i can't wait to finish this fic! i talk about it here, and will provide another (longer) snippet! i'm so sorry it's uh, rough..... i have had so little time to write lately. ;_;
i hope you enjoy it anyways!! and thank you so much for asking about my WIPs @outofbeta <3
When they got to the tub that Mikey had so lovingly prepared, he practically had to lift Leo over the edge of it when he hesitated to get in right away. “Alright, alright, Mikey. I’m getting in.” Mikey held out his hand for Leo to use to steady himself as he stepped over the lip of the tub and sat down, then bowed like a restroom butler before grabbing the small washcloth on the side table. He dipped it in the hot water and wrung it out, folded it longways into the shape of a rectangle, then held it up. Leo was giving him a very blank expression, so Mikey cleared his throat and motioned behind him. His brother turned around to finally see the neatly folded towel that Mikey had placed at the lip of the tub for him to lie back on. Turning around, Leo gave him a puzzled look but got the hint and leaned back until his neck was resting comfortably on the towel. “There you go, big guy,” Mikey said encouragingly, placing the wet washcloth over Leo’s eyes immediately. Leo flinched at the sudden contact. “Is this really necessary,” he grumbled, adjusting it over his eyes so it didn’t slide off. “Hey, you asked for an epsom salt bath.” “I was--” He jumped when Mikey splashed some warm water over his shoulders and chest before running his hands down his front scutes in what could be interpreted as a soothing gesture (if it had been done even a little bit less boisterously). He sighed, exasperated. “I was kidding, Mikey.” “But you deserve one! You did a great job tonight.” Mikey pushed some more water over his brother’s shoulders, making sure the epsom salt got into all the nooks and cranies. “You’re always such a trooper when it comes to sex stuff. I wanted to repay the favor a bit, is all.” Leo lifted the cloth from one of his eyes as he caught Mikey’s gaze and held it with his own. “There’s no favor to repay, no quid pro quo,” he clarified. He was using his leader voice, but Mikey heard the rest of his brother in there, too. It was how Leo really felt. Mikey could tell. His brother was still trying to protect himself from something, that much was obvious to Mikey, but what they all did to and for each other in the bedroom was genuinely gratifying for Leo. Every inch, every moan and kiss and moment--it was all enough for his big brother. “I know, I know,” he insisted. Leo let the washcloth fall back over his eyes and took a deep breath. It didn’t sound like a typical stressed out sigh, like the ones he usually made. It sounded like the ones he did during meditation. A calming, soothing breath that was meant to center him. “I just wanted to show you a little love, is all," he whispered, over the sounds of the lapping water. Leo didn’t move, but Mikey saw the corners of his mouth tip up into a smile, both amused and… touched, maybe. “I love you, too, Mike.”
