Disclaimer & Warnings:
I do not own the Turtles, as much as I would love to.
*This chapter contains turtlecest. Yay kissies!*
Chapter Three
Leonardo sighed as he settled further into the couch. He hadn't had a single chance to sneak off to the dojo the rest of the day. Mikey had devoted nearly all his attention to him, and Leo was beginning to wonder what his motives were. Mikey was affectionate with them all, but this focused attachment to his big brother wasn't normal. They were back in front of the tv after supper, Raph and Don escaping somewhere else together- probably the garage.
"Here," Mikey said, reverently holding out the remote. "Why don't you find something?"
Leo glanced at the clock. "I'll be heading to bed soon, Mikey. It's okay."
"Then just do some surfing till we're both tired," he pressed, dropping the remote in Leo's lap. "I'm halfway to dreamland myself."
Leo frowned, his eyes darting toward the dojo. "I'd really like to-,"
"No," Mikey pouted.
"Mike, I can't spend an entire week watching tv with you," Leo said gently.
"No way, bro. I couldn't stand that either. I'd get bored." Mikey flashed him a smile. "Just humour me for today."
"What about the others?" Leo asked, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels.
Mikey put his hands behind his head as he stretched lazily. "Well, I'm not worried about them relaxing. Just you."
"Mikey, what's going on?" Leo asked quietly. "I appreciate your company more than I can say, but you've been glued to me today."
Large blue eyes swiveled to his. "I'd rather ask you what's wrong."
Leo blinked down at him. "There's nothing wrong. Why do you think so?"
"Oh please," Mikey scoffed, shoving him teasingly. "You're acting like the dojo is the only place besides your bedroom."
Leo chuckled softly. "I've had a lot of inexplicable anxiety lately. Instead of venting my tension on any of you, I've been focusing that energy into a positive outlet. That's all."
"Hmph." Mikey crossed his arms, not buying the reason, but didn't push the issue.
Leo gave him a fond smile before returning his gaze to the tv. Mikey had obviously been expecting a more dramatic reason, but that was simply true. He mentally checked off the stations as they flew past. Commercial. Commercial. Racing. Vintage movie. Infomercial. Shopping network. Football. Romantic comedy. Commercial. Western.
"Wait, stop," Mikey said, pawing at his arm. "Back it up. There."
"A romantic comedy? Seriously?" Leo gave him a teasing smile. "Roll over, I need to make sure you're still male." To his utter surprise, Mikey didn't quip back.
"Do you ever think about that?" Mikey said, his voice nearly a whisper. He pointed to the couple on screen, who were engaged in a passionate embrace.
"Well, yes," Leo admitted, brows knitting in confusion. "I think it's safe to say we all do."
"I wonder what it feels like."
Leo was startled to hear the desperation in his voice. "I- I imagine just how it looks."
"We won't ever have that," Mikey murmured. It wasn't a question.
Leo hesitated, then wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulders. "No, Mikey. I am sorry. I wish I could give you that."
Mikey turned his face to him, a shy smile curling his lips. "Well, you could…"
Leo's eyes widened as his face went slack with surprise. He didn't mean- He couldn't mean-
"C'mon, Leo," Mikey wheedled as he leaned closer to him. "It- It'll be like an experiment. That's all."
Leo shook his head violently. "Mikey, you're my brother."
"I know. That's why I can ask you," Mikey said honestly.
"I… No, Mikey." Leo frowned as Mikey's expression fell.
"Please, then? For me? I promise promise promise I won't tell anyone. Or use it like blackmail or something. I'm being serious."
Leo had no doubt of that. Mikey was already pressed against him, one hand gripping Leo's arm on the back of the couch, breathless with anticipation. Hope and fear shone in his wide eyes.
Leo took a quick look around the room, his piercing gaze searching every shadow and corner to make absolutely sure they were alone. Mikey perked, guessing at what he was doing.
"Alright, Mikey," Leo sighed. "I know I'll regret this."
"Hey," Mikey pouted, pulling himself a few more inches forward, "at least I'm not Raph!"
Leo shuddered at the thought, then gave a muffled gasp as Mikey gently pressed their lips together. Whatever he had thought a kiss might be like, it was infinitely better personally experienced. His nose pushed softly against Mikey's as they sat there, rubbing gently against each other until Mikey pulled away. He had a disapproving look on his face, and Leo frowned back. Had he not liked it?
Leo blinked owlishly, confused. Why did he care if Mikey had liked it?
Mikey pointed at the tv, scowling. "Geez, Leo. Use your imagination. A kiss like that."
Leo glanced fearfully at the lip-locked couple, shaking his head again. "No, Mikey, that- that's enough."
"Then what was the point?" Mikey said angrily, gesturing between themselves and the tv. "Leo, I won't ever be able to talk you into this again, so please, just this once." Mikey knew he was bordering on using guilt to get Leo to do what he wanted, but at the moment he didn't really care. He wanted just one French kiss in his life. He watched Leo scan the room again and his heart leapt. Slowly, Leo nodded, and he surged forward, planting his mouth over his again.
Mikey couldn't suppress the delightful shiver that racked his body when Leo gently licked the edge of his lips, silently asking for permission. Mikey gladly opened his mouth, gasping when their tongues connected. He felt Leo shiver then, much like he just had. His tongue slid across Leo's teeth as he eagerly explored him.
By the time Leo broke the kiss, they were both wide-eyed and breathing raggedly. Mikey ducked his head, trying to focus on the tv.
"Thanks," he murmured softly, not wanting to embarrass Leo or himself further.
They sat there quietly, neither saying a word for several moments until Leo gently put his arm around Mikey's shoulder again.
"Mike…"
"Yeah?" He dared to look up at Leo, and saw a mix of warring emotions on his face.
"I think you're wrong," Leo whispered, flushing darkly.
Mikey frowned. "What about?"
Leo shifted uncomfortably, though he gave him a small smile. "I think you could talk me into that sometime again. For- For science, and all that."
Mikey felt like his heart was going to beat its way out of his chest. He gave Leo an eager grin as he replied, "Okay. We'll see."
[Author's Note]
OMG I wrote an entire chapter without Raph or Donnie... so hard to do... *huff puff*
*deep announcer voice* And yes, dudes and dudettes, I think dom!Mikey is going to work out very well for this story. Don't hate me. D: You already know I love torturing Leo...