A/N: WARNING THIS CONTAINS T-CEST AND MAN/ TURTLE ON MAN/TURTLE AND GROUP FUCKING!
The guys and everyone in this are now 19, thanks to the power of the almighty author.
Yeah, so, I had a lot to drink over the weekend and this happened to be one of my many fucked up dreams. This is for MATURE readers only. I don't own TMNT, as sad as that makes me. Still, here's a SOCO and Coke/ Jameason and Coke/ Tequila/ I don't remember everything I drank, hallucination.
If you guys want me to continue on this, let me know in the reviews, for now it is a one-shot.
April
She always pulled back. She always tried to keep herself away. They were her best friends. Each one of them. She knew that if she ever had to choose, she might not be able to. Not because she couldn't make the choice, but for fear of the others after she made it. They would pull away from her. They wouldn't be the same anymore.
That was why it was just easier to be with Casey. Sure, Donnie, who had openly sought her more than the other, had tried to win her from him. The only reason it hadn't worked was because she couldn't choose. She couldn't leave the other three like that. She pushed the thought of hurting Donnie so badly away. Now was not the time.
It's wrong, she told herself again. This is wrong, another part of her protested. She reminded herself that it wasn't wrong, she loved him. Casey was on top of her, pounding away, grunting and moaning. Usually she was able to pull out of her head and just… feel. Those were the times when it was the easiest. Those were the times that she could look at him once he was done and not worry about him seeing through her.
Her arms were wrapped almost loosely around his neck. He gave a small cry and she knew he'd finished as his body jerked a few more times. "Sorry, Red, I couldn't help myself," he apologized. She let out a small laugh. Let him think it was strained due to lack of orgasm, she told herself. He didn't need to know the real reason. "You'll make it up to me later," she assured him.
"Oh, will I now?" He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her. She rolled her eyes. She couldn't look at him. She looked down, between them. He was still inside of her. "Yeah, you will," she smiled, eyes shut. "How 'bout now?" His voice teasing as he started to kiss her neck.
The feel of him moving inside of her made her stomach turn. You love him, she reminded herself. Not like this, another part screamed. It's him, or no one at all, another part piqued. It was the final one that made the other ones silent… Until the one she loathed, yet loved, spoke up. But, what if you could have everything you want?
Mikey
It was late, well, it him it was. It was noon. Usually he'd be asleep by now, but something had kept him up. He didn't know what it was, but even though the TV was off, and he wasn't hungry, he couldn't move towards his room yet. He almost wondered if he should say something to his brothers, or to Splinter, but instead, sat there, staring at the dark screen.
Leo was sitting next to him. Well, across the couch from him. Mikey pouted. He'd been reading that book for three days now. "Dude, are you ever going to finish that thing?" Leo shushed him. Truth be told, he was probably almost done with it. A handful of pages rested to one side, Leo's finger slowly turning the page as he reached the bottom. Obviously dismissed, Mikey got up. His body had been screaming for something to do anyway. If Leo was going to be mean and ignore him for a book, he'd just go else where.
Noting the time he knew his best option. Donnie, in his lab, eyes blood shot from looking at the computer for too long. He'd need some 'help' getting to bed, Mikey grinned. It was normal for his mind and body to keep him up when he needed some relief, he told himself. He was sure Donnie needed some too. Prancing into the lab, Donnie was just like Mikey expected him to be. Well, kind of, he smirked. It was like rolling a die with only a few outcomes. Either Donnie would be at his desk, on the computer, mixing chemicals -in which case Mikey would leave because acid hurt like a mother- or trying to build something. This time was one of the quiet times where his other brother's face was stuck inside of computer world. The concrete floor didn't give away any sound as he crept closer to Donnie, but he still tried to be as quiet as possible.
"What is it, Mikey?" Mikey pouted. "I can feel you back there, what is it?" Giving up, Mikey walked behind his brother, his arms wrapping around his neck. "I'm bored," he whined softly. Donnie pulled away from his research and turned to smile at him. "Is that so," Donnie smirked. "And just what do you think you think we should do about that?" Mikey didn't reply, he didn't have to. He guided his hand down Donnie's plastron, going to the bottom two plates. "Oh, so, that's what you have in mind." Donnie murmured as he pressed his lips against Mikey's own.
They moved without effort to the small cot. He didn't know which position he'd be in, and he didn't care now. Donnie tasted like sweet coffee and chocolate. His taste changed depending on the time. In the mornings there would be hints of strawberry and sugar from pop tarts, around lunch he'd taste rich and a little bitter, in the evenings he'd taste like dark chocolate cookies, and at night he'd taste like he did now. No matter what time it was there was always a little something else there too, something besides the coffee and sweets his brother loved so much. The underlying taste that was only Donnie. Mikey's nostrils flared as Donnie took the spot on top for himself.
Moans and murmurs, a few churs and Mikey gasped. Donnie pressed into him, sinking into, hitting his sweet spot then rubbing past it. Some crazy new invention of Donnie's was tied around him. Inside of the device was Mikey's member, being squeeze rhythmically. "How's the pressure," Donnie asked him. For some reason Mikey was always the first to get to test drive the latest gadgets. The thing squeezed again and Mikey shook, gasping and scraping his nails again Donnie's plastron. "Good, good, good, GOOD!" He chanted.
Donnie started up a rhythm of his own, almost matching the pace of the device. The alternating feeling was driving Mikey mad. It was like when Raph would suck on him while Leo would pound into him. The timing just wasn't completely right, but dear lord was it far from being wrong.
He hadn't noticed his tail thumping until Donnie captured it in his fingers. The muscles still tried to move but in his brother's hand it only caused Mikey's eyes to roll back in his head. He could feel his orgasm building with every squeeze, every stroke, every tug on his tail. Then the device stopped. Gasping, shocked and hanging too close to an edge, Mikey stared up at Donnie.
The purple mask crinkled a little with Donnie's eyes. In his hand was a remote. The damn thing was remote controlled. Groaning and sighing, Mikey pushed himself back against the cot. "I was so close," he whimpered. "I know," Donnie said proudly. His brother's movements had slowed but not stopped. The sudden jolt of Donnie slamming into him made Mikey bit his lip. "I am so close." He whimpered again. Donnie grinned, bent to kiss him once, and suddenly the contraption was pulling on him again. Shuddering, he tried to hold back just a little longer.
The hard thrust Donnie started to give him, coupled with everything else became too much. Hoarse and dry, a cry escaped him as he came, shoving his body onto Donnie as the thing milked him. He quivered, the device didn't stop, so his body didn't stop. He came hard and long, the sensation so strong his eyes pricked with tears as he was forced to bear it. There wasn't any pain but the pleasure was just too intense.
His inside clamped down. Donnie jerked, pushing as hard as he could against the new pressure. Each stab making Mikey's eyes roll farther and farther into the back of his skull. Just a few more strokes and Donnie gasped, the harsh air between his gap making a small whistling noise before his whole body shuddered, filling Mikey with warmth. Unable to take it anymore, Mikey pulled the new toy off his member and threw it.
"Mikey," Donnie tried to complain through pants.
"Sorry," he murmured. "I think it landed by the-" he stopped as he looked towards the direction he threw the thing. It was laying in front of the door. The open door. Where April was standing, looking at them.