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“Umph,” Leonardo grunted as he fell onto the ice.
“Having a bit of a problem there Leo?” Raphael giggled.
Sigh. “This is my first time on actual skates.” He replied as he stood up again. “Why are you doing so well anyway?”
“I’ve joined Casey on the ice a few times during his solo practices.”
“And the others?” He questioned out loud observing Donatello taking a few practice shots with his hockey stick and Michelangelo racing around, doing pirouettes in the air. Raphael followed his gaze, observing their other brothers.
“I think Donnie muttered something about dating option 57.” Ah the skating first date he had in his journal. He would have practiced skating in preparation for the possible date. “And Mikey’s…just a natural I guess.”
Michelangelo skated over, circling the two. “Isn’t this so much fun! Who knew skating could be so awesome! Thanks for planning this game Raph” The two watched silently as he left to circle the rink again.
“Explain to me again why you set up this hockey game?”
Raphael glanced away before answering. “I just thought it’d be, you know, fun. Make a few memories and whatnot.”
“Aha...” Oh he is definitely not telling me something.
“Oh look, you’re standing.” Raphael deflected, holding out his hands. “Give it another hour or so and you should be good to go.”
“Considering the game is in a few hours I don’t have much choice but to learn fast.” He grasped the hands in front of him, moving forward as the brawler skated backwards. A few minutes passed and he grew used to moving across the ice. Letting go of the hands in front of him, he started skating forward on his own; slow at first, then faster.
Pleased, he called out to his lover, “I think I’m gett-whoa!”
Crash.
“Bwuhahahahahaha!” The other turtle laughed, skating towards his fallen brother. “Maybe you need more than a few-crap!
Crash.
The brawler, now on the ground, slid to a halt right next to his brother. Laying on his back, the turtle turned towards his brother and the two burst out in hysterical laughter.
“You guys ok?” Donatello asked, approaching the pair with an outstretched hand.
“Ya Dee,” Leonardo replied, graciously accepting the hand provided to him. “Thanks for making the skates for us.”
“We need proper equipment if we’re going to win the hockey game.”
“What makes you think you’ll win?” Raphael challenged them, standing up. “I got Mikey, Shini, and Casey on my team. You guys are going down!”
“Bring it!”
The brothers continued their practice taking a short break before the game itself. The brothers found the game surprisingly fun, never having experienced the chance to play a team sport before. Mikey routinely appeared out of seemingly nowhere to whack the puck, Donatello carefully considered where to strategically place the puck; a choice that only worked half the time due to the puck being stolen from him the other half. Raphael had fun slamming others into the walls while Leonardo implemented different game plays for his team. Time flew past as the game progressed, coming to a seemingly quick end with the sound of the buzzer.
“And that’s game everyone!” Casey announced, grabbing the puck. “Let’s hit the showers and head out for some post game food.”
“Murakami here we come!”
The group split up, heading towards their respective changing rooms.
“The shower room is located over there,” Casey pointed as he opened his locker. “Sticks go over there and I guess you can leave your skates by the door.”
The turtles complied, putting their items away.
“Why are we bothering to shower when we naturally sweat very little?” Leonardo questioned, placing his hockey stick in the bin.
“Come on Leo, this is part of the whole team sport experience! The game is only half the fun, the other half is all the locker room drama!” Michelangelo cheered.
“Drama?”
Raphael just smirked at him. “I know you’re mad about your performance on the rink, but you don’t need to take it out on poor little Mikey here.”
The turtle just raised a brow at him. What is Raph talking about? “It was a tie game, I even scored a goal.”
The brawler grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the showers. “Then what’s the problem?”
He still felt skeptical about the whole thing, but allowed himself to be led away. Behind him he could hear Mikey gushing about Casey wearing tiddy-whitties like him. It’s not like it will hurt anything to shower now. I still prefer baths though.
When they reached the group showers he grabbed the nearest showerhead and turned it on. Closing his eyes, he let the warm water wash over him. There was something calming about bathing, the warmth of the water always relaxed him akin to how meditation worked. As he stood, he wished he could just lay back and soak it all in. He tried in vain to block out all the noise as the others reached the showers. The youngest was racing around from showerhead to showerhead turning each on and off, laughing as he did so. Donatello’s warning about the slippery floor going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t until Raph smacked him upside the head that he stopped. Next he found himself enduring Donatello’s endless questions towards Casey about the product he was using in his hair, skin care routine, etc. I get that this is a golden opportunity for him to learn more about human hygiene, but I wish he’d be quieter about it. He didn’t say anything though and just kept showering, eventually falling into a trance like state.
“...You going to stay like that all night?” Breaking out of his trance, Leonardo turned around to see Raphael staring at him. A quick glance around revealed the empty area.
“Guess I started daydreaming for a bit,” Leonardo sheepishly stated.
“I know how much you love your bathtime naps, but to think you’d still manage to fall asleep while standing; impressive.”
A blush bloomed on his cheeks as Leonardo went to turn off the water. A green hand covered his own, stopping him. “Not yet, there’s still more to experience.”
He hesitated, his lover’s sensual voice both exciting him and worrying him. “Raph, what exactly are you planning?”
Raphael didn’t reply, just smiled at him as he kneeled down to eye level with his crotch. Turning redder, Leonardo began to panic. “We-we can’t, not here, what if…” What if the others hear?
“Guess you’ll just have to keep your voice down,” the turtle whispered, rubbing the inside of Leo’s shell.
“This is…mmmmm…this is a, ah, a b-b-bad…” His weak protests were intertwined with soft moans as the other continued rubbing him. Water droplets continue to cascade against his shell as desire builds within him; each moan knocking away another notch of resistance.
“Just relax and let me please you.” His last ounce of resistance crumbled away as his dick plopped out. Staring hungrily at the purple appendage before him, Raphael went to work.
He couldn’t help the small tremors that rocked his body as the warm tongue slowly glided beneath his shaft. The turtle went slow at first, drawing out the seconds with each lick as he went back and forth, adding a quick suck to the end every time he reached the tip.
Hands clasped around his mouth, the oldest suppressed the rising mewls of ecstasy threatening to break free. Embarrassed as he was, the constant stream of water kept him relaxed. I should care more about the others walking in on us; we’re so exposed and they are just in the other section and yet…
“Ahhhh.” A moan managed to find its way into the air as Raphael swallowed the penis. His movements were erratic, switching from slow and methodical to fast as he sucked. The sudden changes in technique thrilled him, threatening to bring him to the brink. He felt his knees growing weak as he approached his climax. Just when he was about to spill his load his lover let go with a pop and pulled back.
“Don’t stop now.” He whined in frustration.
“Don’t worry, beautiful.” Raphael soothed, stroking the member with his hand as he stood up. “I’ll let you finish in a bit.”
Raphael pressed his lips against his lover’s so forcefully the turtle found himself slammed into the wall behind him. Hands grasped wrists as the turtle held him in place. Tapping of water against shell filled the air as they explored each others’ mouths; sensations and locations long since committed to memory yet still thrilling to experience.
“Raph…” The teen choked out as lips attacked his neck.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered in his ear, allowing one of his arms to fall. “I haven’t forgotten.”
Another moan fell from his lips as finger twirled around his attention seeking member. A smile crossed his face as knees hit the shower floor below them. Bracing against the wall, his hands found perchance on the shoulders before him, squeezing them tight as the warm mouth worked its magic. Gone were the leader’s worries about being heard, allowing his mewls of pleasure to fly undeterred, only dampened by the sound of running water. It wasn’t long until he felt himself approaching his limit again.
“Ah!” He screamed in ecstasy as cum poured into the other’s mouth. The two locked eyes with each other, allowing the joy of the moment to flow through their gaze…
“Are you guys seriously having sex right now?” The two flinched at the sound of Casey’s voice, the interruption ruining the mood. The sound was immediately followed by Michelangelo’s laughter.
“What can I say Case, once you’ve had that good turtle dick it’s hard to resist.” Raphael replied.
Both Donatello and Michelangelo start cracking up. Blushing profusely Leonardo pulls Raphael to his feet and hurries him out the room.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” he muttered.
“I don’t remember hearing you complaining.”
As the two approached the others, the jokester ran up to them.
“Dudes you totally missed it! They got into a dick measuring contest.” Michelangelo explained, pointing towards the others. “It was so funny!”
“Did they now? So Casey, who won.” Raphael teased.
“Shut up!” Casey shouted, pouting while the genius kept his smug smile.
“Guys you shouldn’t compare yourselves to one another, nothing good will come of it.” Leo lectured. “Everyone is perfect the way they are.”
Raphael shot him a look and said, “you’re one to talk.”
“I got over it didn’t I?” For the most part; stupid giant turtle.
Casey looked at him, curious. “You smaller than Einstein?”
“If you’re wondering dick sizes it goes Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and dead last is you.” Raphael teased.
“Not true, I still got you beat.” Casey clapped back.
Raphael frowned at the statement sending the jokester into another fit of laughter. Donatello chuckled a bit as Leonardo tried to hide his own laughter.
“Dick or no I can still please my lover. Ain’t that right?”
“Ahem,” Leonardo coughed, the earlier pink tinge returning to his cheeks. “We should probably leave before our friends start to worry.”
Everyone left the locker room.
“Here they come.”
“What took you guys so long?” April questioned. “I considered going back in to check on you.”
“We were comparing dick sizes.”
“MIKEY!” The boys chastised him. April facepalmed with a sigh as Karai rolled her eyes.
Shinigami smiled at them. “Funny, so who won?”
The youngest opened his mouth to reply, but was immediately stopped by three separate hands covering his mouth. Raphael just watched them, having no skin in the game. The group headed to Murakami's to enjoy a nice meal and banter about the different plays they made. Later the group bid each other goodbye, heading towards their respective homes. The moment the turtles reached their rooms, the oldest found himself being pushed onto his bed.
“Someone’s feeling feisty.”
“Just looking forward to some more of that good turtle dick.”
He crawled on top of his lover, only to be stopped by a hand. “I’ve been wondering about something for a while now. Did you plan this entire thing just so you could fuck me in the shower?”
Raphael looked down at him, a mischievous smirk adorning his face. “Technically it was Casey’s idea to hold a hockey game, I just saw an opportunity and put the plan into action.”
Leonardo blinked at him. “How did you even come up with this?”
The turtle fidgeted a bit before explaining. “I was watching smut online when there was a shower scene after a workout. It was really hot.”
“How did you know we wouldn’t be interrupted?”
“Bribed Mikey with promises of pizza gyoza and he was down for playing body guard. Figured he could keep the other two occupied for us.”
“You had to know we’d be at serious risk of being overheard.” Leonardo’s eyes went wide as he read the face before him. “Don’t tell me…you wanted to be heard?”
“I liked the possibility. Actually being caught kinda sucks, but being almost caught, the idea that someone else could hear us, it seemed thrilling. Plus there was that adorable blush on your face afterwards…whoa!”
Raphael fell sideways, as Leonardo pushed him. Flipping the two around so he was on top, he stared down at his younger brother, frowning.
“I’m going to make you regret that.”
The brawler smirked up at him. “Counting on it.”