I want to thank you for reading! It means a lot to me that you've decided to click through to the second chapter. I'm hoping the writing will get better as I get more practice.
I'd also like to thank BoredomIsAnUnderstatement for prof reading this chapter. Hopefully we will clean up more chapters in the future!
After an impossible night of trying to sleep with a hard-on and in too much turmoil to do anything about it, Leo took a quick, cold shower and headed down to the dojo early.
He found reprieve in the familiar forms and motions. He was not at his best today and he knew it, but he decided to work on a complex and still unmastered kata anyway. The repetition soothed him, and the challenge of perfecting of each stance kept him occupied.
After about an hour of trying to internalize the techniques so they could be incorporated naturally into his repertoire, he heard the door slide open and felt rather than saw his hot-headed teammate move into the space. A second later, Leo heard the clink of free weights, indicating the emerald turtle had settled in. A sweeping spin kick brought him around to face his tormentor.
Raph was doing seated extensions, his arms bent back and hands griping the bar behind his head, moving smoothly and slowly as he raised the weight from behind his shell and over his head. All of the turtles did strength training, but even Leo didn't put in the hours that Raph did. Watching his triceps roll beneath his skin as he lifted really showed, the thick cords of muscle standing out in sharp relief.
Looking up at him, Raph growled, "See somethin' ya like?" Leo started, not aware up until that moment that he had been staring. Normally, Leo would've chalked the comment up to Raph being his usual, aggressive-to-the-point-of-obnoxiousness self. But in light of recent events, it took on new dimension. Raph gave him a hard look, and Leo nearly choked on nothing as he realized he was still staring. He hastily turned away, trying to find his way back into the kata.
In the presence of Raphael, his mind began to run in the same circles it had all night. Had he really caught his temperamental little brother masturbating to him? It was pretty clear he had, but that just led to more questions. Was this a regular thing for Raph, or just a passing fancy? Was it only about him, or were Mikey and Don included as well? What about humans? How long had this been going on? Was it something that he should actively discourage, or was it just a phase Raph would pass through?
Knowing Raph, telling him not to do something he wanted to do was the surest way to get him to do it. The firebrand thrived on confrontation. Shell, if Raph knew he was bothering Leo this much, he might use it just to annoy him. What troubled Leo the most, though, was his own responding attitude. Raphael's actions bothered him, not because he found them repulsive, but because he found them enticing. Unbidden, the memory of his brother's low moans and gravely chirrs rose up, causing Leo to once again falter in the kata.
With an exasperated sigh, he straightened and moved over to the corner he usually used for meditation. He deliberately sat with his back to the free weight area. Leo didn't expect to make much progress on the spiritual plane, but at least he could close his eyes and pretend without tripping over himself.
