Title Night Out
Pairing Raph/Don
Summary A night ride
Warning Turtlecest
Author's Note Written for Aloneindarkness. Prompt was Raph/Don/Night Out. Further notes after the fic.
I'm creating a new Gibberish 'story' for turtlecest (possibly slash as well, still undecided), as I never made any mention that it would be in my Turtles Gibberish story before. So, any fic of mine with a blatantly unbrotherly relaltionship will definitely wind up here. As usual, these fics will pretty much stand alone, unless otherwise noted.
The bike thrummed between his legs, revving as it accelerated on the sidewalk. The fucking sidewalk! The bike tilted and the corner of a building passed only inches from his elbow. A curse hissed out from between his teeth and he clung tighter to the shell in front of him. Another turn, and another too close of a call with a building.
His eyes teared up, and he couldn't draw a full breath. He may as well have not even bothered with wearing a helmet tonight. Then again, no. Sound choked out of his throat as they headed into the busy street. His legs tightened on the seat cushion and his toes curled around the foot peg. He couldn't watch. But he could hear the horns blaring at them.
Oh God, he was gonna die! He should have worn his leather! He should have watched that last episode of Buffy! He should have told Mikey he was sorry for eating the last of his cheez doodles! He should have watched that damned porn he borrowed from Casey, and now it was never gonna get watched cause his brothers would just chuck it in disgust! He should have told Sensei he loved him before they left, and he was so sorry that he was so much friggin' trouble!
Cars passed too close on either side, tires screaming as they tried to stop. But the bike just kept tilting this way and that, Why the hell had he agreed with this? He should have known better! He should have fucking-
Wait did they just stop?
The bike idled, hot and low from the fast ride.
Raph clambered off and threw his helmet to the ground. He fell to his hands and knees, gasping as though he'd just finished a marathon over the rooftops. Never again. Oh god, he was never gonna do that again.
He must have said it aloud, because the driver's voice drifted down to his ears, even though it took him a few minutes in his relieved daze to understand the words.
"Oh come on Raph. You drive faster than that on a good day."
That also took a few minutes to turn over in his head, and he jolted upright to whip his head around and stare at his brother. "Are you fucking insane? I don't pull that shit in the middle of holiday traffic. I don't go up on the sidewalks when there's people walkin' there! I don't-mmph!"
A mouth covered his own and silenced the stream of complaints. Hands pawed at Raph's plastron, at the groove below the last plate where they tucked their tails.
Brown eyes shone brightly down at Raph as Donatello kissed him again. Raphael couldn't help but to respond to the fervent touches and kissed his brother back just as fiercely.
They wound up on the alley floor, hands everywhere, legs tangled. They only managed to collect themselves just long enough to drag themselves behind a dumpster.
Donatello's breath tickled Raph's ear. "Now, imagine if I opened that throttle all the way."
...Fuck.
Author's Notes Take 2 I know someone's done fic somewhere where Don is at least as bad as Raph on the bike. So, yeah, borrowing from that idea...