Laying back on his boyfriend's bed, Leonardo began to wonder if he'd ever be able to do normal-people-couple-things with his lover—lover being a lightly used term here. It wasn't often that the senior found himself borderline moping at the thought of their secretsy, it didn't usually get in the way of their developing bond after all. But sometimes… sometimes he found himself wanting a little bit more. A kiss in the hallway as Raph dropped him off at Miss Column's geometry class; a few passionate kisses in the back booth at McClaire's; a night spent curled up on the couch (at his place or here at the Dawson's) watching movies. Small things, yes, but they would mean the world to the blue eyed turtle.
But… he likely wouldn't get any of those things for some time, if at all. Raphael couldn't risk it, couldn't risk that trip to university just for some PDA and a few dates. Besides, they went on dates, they went for nature walks all the time, ate out at the diner every weekend, even cuddled up in each other's beds to binge watch Shane Dawson videos—which was sort of funny considering the younger boy's surname. They were a valid couple, even if not many people knew about their stolen kisses and whispered words of affection, they were together and they had each other. That was all they needed right now. They would worry about the inevitable coming out later, when it was time.
However, as Leo gazed up at the toxic green eyes he'd found himself practically and embarrassingly swooning over for the last several months, he discovered that maybe, just maybe, that threatening time was closing in on them. It was as if a clock was counting down, ringing out how many days or weeks they had left before they really had to crack down on their control. Until someone caught them stealing each other's breath parked in a driveway or saw them snuggled together in tight embrace. Or worse…
It would be better if they just came out and said it—if they came out. It'd be heartbreaking for Raphael, that much they both knew, but Raph also knew that the Hamato house would always welcome him if things got out of hand—Leo didn't think it would, though, not violently, at least. Or Raph would crash at Casey's or Spike's, maybe Corwin's…
"Leo."
The softly spoken addressment brought the turtle back to the moment and he found he'd been laid back with his boyfriend atop his hips, emerald hands placed lightly on his clothed plastron.
"Hi," he breathed up to the thief that stole his air.
"Hi," with an eye ridge quirked, Raphael smirked down at him. "Ya' gonna tell me where your little brain ran off to while I was tellin' ya' about my new idea or what?"
"Just thinking," his voice was barely as whisper as his mind wandered down to the man sitting in the room below them. "About your dad and everything."
"It'll be fine, Leo, he doesn't know."
"I know—"
"Then why are ya' always worryin' about it?" the question was soft, yet demanding of an answer. "He ain't caught us yet, he ain't gonna catch us anytime soon; we're fine."
Leo turned his head toward the window, intent on waiting out the lecture.
"Dude, talk to me."
The bedroom door opened.