Raph heard a metallic clanging noise and groaned. He had one main goal on the weekends that he and Leo came out to the farmhouse – wake up before Leo.
He reached over and felt the space beside him, hoping he'd feel Leo's sleeping body even though he knew by the noise downstairs that it would be empty. He sat up quickly and made his way down to the kitchen where an unsupervised Leonardo was doing his best to cook breakfast. Raph leaned against the kitchen door frame, crossed his arms and did his best to glare at Leo.
"Did you turn off my alarm?" Raph asked, watching Leo add some questionable things – hopefully food – to the eggs he had in the pan on the stovetop.
Leo grinned at him. "I know you like to cook for us but I thought I'd surprise you."
"I don't like to cook," Raph muttered, frowning as he watched Leo dump a bucket load of salt onto the eggs. "It's more like a necessity so we don't die."
Leo's excellent hearing caught the mutterings and he narrowed his eyes at Raphael. "You're going to love this."
"Have you touched the toaster or the microwave? Cause you know Don's not gonna want to have to sit and fix those things when they all get here later. It's supposed to be a vacation for everyone."
"No, I have not," Leo said curtly as he turned his attention back to his egg creation. "I asked Mike how to make you an omelet, the way you like it, before we left."
Raphael considered this. On the one hand, it was incredibly thoughtful of Leo to secretly try to learn how Raph liked his eggs. But sweet or not, teaching Leonardo how to do something in the kitchen never ended with Leo actually making something edible. The guy couldn't even make toast without setting off the smoke alarm and breaking the damn toaster. Every. Single. Time.
On the other hand, knowing Mike and his love of pranks, he could've taught Leo the absolute worst way to cook eggs for Raph and Leo wouldn't have any idea that he was being duped into poisoning his mate.
There was only one thing to do, Raph realized, watching Leo's eager face as he dumped his creation onto a plate for Raph. He was going to have to eat the eggs.
He moved his feet towards the kitchen table, mournfully eyeing the cereal box sitting on top of the fridge, and sat down. Leo leaned forward and kissed his forehead before leaving his side to get him some orange juice.
Raph looked down at the plate in front of him. Some of it was eggs. Mostly blackened eggs. The rest, well, he eyed it warily, silently swearing to kill Michelangelo the next time he saw him.
"You're not gonna eat?" Raph asked, killing time as Leo sat next to him at the table.
"I'll get some cereal in a minute. You know I don't really like eggs," Leo said, looking excitedly at the plate in front of Raph.
Lucky bastard, Raph thought, picking up his fork. He began giving himself a pep talk. He'd fought aliens and evil ninja soldiers. Surely he could swallow some eggs.
He began digging into the egg creation with his fork, maneuvering as much onto the fork as possible. He figured if he got enough on the fork at one time, he could even have this whole plate down in three bites. He eyed the plate again. Maybe four.
He sent Leo what he hoped was a grateful look and lifted the first forkful towards his mouth.
"Stop!" Leo said, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand back down to his plate, scattering eggs across the table.
He whipped his confused face to Leo and was met with a kiss. He felt Leo's hand trace the curve of his face and then reach to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Leo's other hand fell to Raph's leg and began sliding up his thigh.
Leo pulled back slightly and smirked at Raph. "Were you really going to eat those eggs?"
Raph glanced down at the plate of eggs again before narrowing his eyes at Leo. "My loving mate made them for me. Of course I was gonna eat them." His breathing quickened as Leo's hand traveled further up his leg and reached the crease where his leg met his plastron. "Did you really ask Mike how I like my eggs?"
"Yes I did," Leo said absently as he traced the crease at the top of Raph's leg with one finger. He smiled when he watched Raph shiver. "And then Mikey made me practice making them back at the lair and I set the kitchen on fire."
Raph laughed despite himself.
"And Mike advised that I find another way to impress you that doesn't include the kitchen at all," Leo said, running his other hand from the back of Raph's neck down the front of his plastron to give the crease at the top of his other leg the same treatment. "But I was pretty sure I could come up with something that did involve the kitchen." He leaned forward and began kissing along Raph's jawline.
"You've never backed down from a challenge," Raph rasped out. He glanced down and eyed the plate again. "So why make me these eggs?"
"Just to see if you'd actually agree to eat them," Leo said, grinning up at Raph before refocusing his attention on the emerald neck in front of him. "Don't think I don't know why you get out of bed so damn early here."
"That's a mean trick, Fearless," Raph said, scowling back at Leo's grinning face.
"I know," Leo said, sliding his hands down to Raph's knees so he could push the emerald legs apart before he slid to his own knees on the floor in front of Raph. "But I'm going to make it up to you." He kissed his way down Raph's plastron before he stopped and looked up at Raph's face. He took in the panting breaths and the half-lidded green eyes and thought for the millionth time about what a beautiful creature Raphael was. Still, he couldn't resist teasing him one more time, "Unless you'd like me to get your cereal ready for you?"
Raph growled at him and shook his head, pushing on Leo's shoulder before he rested one hand on the shoulder as the other traced Leo's face. He brushed his thumb back and forth on Leo's cheek and smiled softly at him.
"I'm gonna skip breakfast this morning," Raph whispered to him.
Leo's eyes left his face and eyed his slit as one of his thumbs traced lightly over it. Raph shivered again as he watched Leo lick his lips. "I'm not," Leo answered back.