Title: Reptilian Romance
Summary: "FROSTING IS NOT A LUBRICANT! USE THE BUTTER INSTEAD!" -A collection of OneShots featuring various slash pairings and a healthy dose of humor.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership ties to TMNT or anything I might reference.
Author's Note: The sole purpose of this is to practice writing slash pairings for this fandom.
There will be no direct heterosexuality.
And the chapters are unlikely to be explicit. (Rating MAY go up in the future.)
Chapters are likely to be brief.
Each chapter will stand on its own, unless otherwise stated.
Raph/Casey [BATHROOM BUDDIES]
The door flew open and Casey shuffled in. He haphazardly kicked off his shoes before calling out: "Raph! Yo, pal! Get yer shell out here!"
"He's occupying the restroom," Leo supplied helpfully, leaning against the wall in an almost casual manner.
Raising a brow in question, the human moved to the bathroom door and knocked loudly. "Yo, Raph! You okay? Hurry up!" He paused, then raised his voice to threaten: "Don't make me come in there!"
The moment those words left his mouth, the door opened up marginally and an emerald-green hand slipped out to grasp his shirt. Without any warning, the human was forcibly yanked into the bathroom; the door was shut behind him.
Leo blinked slowly at what he witnessed, unsure of what to make of it. About to look into the matter personally, he was stopped by Mikey's distant shout of: "FROSTING IS NOT A LUBRICANT! USE THE BUTTER INSTEAD!"
Confused but unassuming, Leo moved to investigate...
Meanwhile, Casey looked at Raph, completely baffled. "Not exactly what I expected when ya yanked me inta the bathroom, buddy."
The door locked, Raph sat at the edge of the tub, head bowed low as his hands fidgeted uncomfortably over his knee pads, feeling the worn leather under his callous fingers. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "'Bout freakin' on ya last night." The apology was earnest, coming from a strained voice.
"S'okay, Raph. Really. I ain't worried over it, and you shouldn't be either."
"I could've hurt ya. I wanted to. I was gonna."
"Raph, nobody got hurt. Ya got a bit upset and lashed out. Nothin' new. So, don't ya dare use that as an excuse ta pull away again. -Now, whacha doin' in the bathroom? It ain't the best place to-"
"I just needed a break," Raph confessed quietly. "Need time ta myself to sort everythin' out. Y'know?"
Casey reached over and shut the toilet lid, dropping down onto it like a makeshift seat. "Talk to me, buddy. Whatever's on yer mind, get it out in the open now, or you'll clam up and brood about it later. C'mon, talk to me... and later we can argue why Gretzky is better than Ovechkin." The snide tone and wide grin he offered berthed an infectious mirth the duo shared more often than not.
Raph returned the grin and add a roll of his eyes. "Whatever... You know as well as I do that Ovechkin is young, in his fuckin' prime, and he's well on his way ta beatin' Gretzky's record."
"Unless he takes a nasty injury. Ovie's got a lot of enemies on the ice. But we can talk about all that later, when we catch the Rangers Capitals game." And, there it began... The open invitation, the subtle shift as their comfortable companionship threatened to breach into a more intimate territory.
But Raph had to play it cool. Nonchalant, like he always did. And so he answered in turn: "Yeah, Case. Because Lundqvist is gonna stop all of Ovechkin's shots," the turtle shot back with a bite of sarcasm, though his mouth twitched as he fought back a smile.
And Casey jumped in, caught up in the hype of an NHL-centric convo. "Don't be puttin' down Lundqvist; they call him The King fer a reason! I mean, have ya seen some of his saves? Impressive. And- Hey, now, quit changin' the subject. Ya obviously pulled me in here fer a good reason. Now, whatever's on yer mind, spill it.'"
Raphael reached a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck as he contemplated. "If I talk to you, can it stay just between us? Like, personal shit..."
Casey lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug. "Promise, Raph. I got a big mouth, but I know how to keep it shut."
Just then, without missing a beat, Raphael's hands, strong and sure, were surprisingly gentle as they moved in to cradle the human's head, drawing him close. Raph's hard beak met Casey's pliant lips in an unexpected and sloppy kiss that was more fumbling than passionate.
And as Raphael's heart thundered nervously in his chest, only one thought rang out through his plight of anxiety: 'Casey ain't pushin' me away...'
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[I don't usually ask for feedback, but it'd be appreciated here; I'm writing outside my comfort zone. -Also, I'll welcome pairing suggestions for upcoming chapters!]