Chapter 4

The next morning Mikey's cheerfulness was somewhat crispy at the edges. He was cooking breakfast and humming underbreath. Sometimes this humming turned into muttering and then a carefull listener could decipher phrases like "show them what an ass is really for". Too bad there were neither careful nor careless listeners around – Leo was running his morning kata routine under Splinters tuting gaze and the rest of the family were still asleep.

Mikey was nearly finished when he heard voices and Leo looked into the kitchen. Mikey gave him his best smile.
"Hey!" - he said.
"Morning Mikey. What brings you on your feet so early?" Leo squeezed past him to get a bottle of water from the fridge and Mikey sniffed at him, trying to smell a difference. There was no difference. Leo still smelled like apples and sandalwood and was the same solid Leo he knew all his life.
"I dunno. I just woke up and thought : It's a wonderful morning, Mikey. Why don't you go make breakfast for your wonderful family? Scrambled eggs?"

He put a plate on the table before Leo, who said: "You've just made that up"

"Yup. No fooling you." Mikey was watching his older brother intently, looking for any subtle changes. In fact, Leo looked a little more lively and his moves got even more fluid if that was even possible.

He looked... happy.

Mikey felt a stab of guilt watching Leo scoop a forkfull of scrambled eggs and put them in his mouth. Before the older managed to finish this move Mikey surged forward and punched his hand, sending the fork with all its content flying across the kitchen, dropping food on the way.

"Why did you do it?"

"Sorry, Leo." Mikey swooped the plate off the table " I just realised that milk was spoiled"

Leo stared at him. Mikey stared back. Leo rose from his chair. Mikey stood his ground, plate in question in his hand.

"Are you... Are you mad at me or something?" Leo finally asked.

"No! Shell, no! Trust me, you don wanna eat it." - Mikey added hastily, throwing the containts of the plate in the rubbish.

"Allright. Since you made this mess, you clean it while I wake the others and we can start breakfast anew. Ok?"
"Sure. I'll put on coffee for Donnie" Mikey said without turning back to Leo, pretending he was too busy tidying up.
Leo studied him for a few heartbeats, then shrugged his shoulders and went to wake his other brothers.

Don wasn't surprised when in few days Mikey, blushing heavily, asked him to borrow the tape.
"I'm not giving it to you." - said Donatello and added before Mikey started whining, - "but you can watch it in here. I don't want them or Splinter to know you're watching it."

"But I.."

"Don't worry, I won't disturb you. I'm having an experiment on and I probably won't even notice your presence" - now that was a lie - " I just don't want this tape to leave this room."

Mikey hesitated a little but the appeal was greater than his doubts, so he finally muttered his agreement.

Beaming inwardly, Donnie locked the lab door, set up the playback and moved to his laptop on the other side of his desk. Positioning himself so, that the webcam on the shelf had an inobtruded view of Mikey in front of a small monitor, Don called the picture up on his screen and sat down, truning his back to his brother. The headphones completed the scene.

At first Mikey was nervous. He cast glances to Don's unmoving back. Then the scenes on screen captured his attention and he stopped squirming and started rocking ever so slightly back and forth. His palms were rubbing up and down his legs, eyes glued to the monitor.

Don flashed a smile. Watching Mikey heat up was as exciting as watching the sewer tape itself. Mikey licked his lips and dropped down. Immediately the lab air was filled with a light musky scent of tutrtle arousal. Mikey moaned softly, probably sure that Don couldn't hear him through headphones. Still thinking about how close Mikey was behind him, Don felt warm tingling sread from his stomach.

He focused on the camera feed. Mikey licked his hand and was stroking himself. When he started churring, Don knew, he couldn't keep the distance any longer.

Mikey was so captured by the tape and his own actions that he didn't realise Donnie was moving until olive hands slid down his arms and he felt his brother's breath on his cheek.

"You're way too loud" - Donnie said, - "Let me help you with that" His hand covered Mikey's hand on his cock and then replaced it. Mikey tensed at first and squirmed to cast a frightened look on Don's face, but the later kneeled behin him and urged the orange banded turtle to lean his head back onto Don's shoulder as he started pumping the sea-green cock matching the movement on screen.

"God, Donnie!" - Mikey exclaimed and was immediately silenced by Donnie's palm covering his mouth.

"You're way too loud" - the genius repeated, fastening the rhythm. Mikey's toes dug into the floor as he was frantically searching for some anchor to keep him on the surface. There was none.

Donatello turned his head aside, exposing the neck and licked at the skin above his pulse point. It worked, just as it did on the tape.

Mikey climaxed, sagging down in his arms, whimpering slightly. Don waited a few seconds to ensure he was indeed spent and went to clean his hand. As he turned back to Mikey, Mikey was looking at him with the wide eyes. There was also a spool of jizz on the floor.

"Get out" - he said before Mikey had a chance to open his mouth. - "I still have an experiment to finish." Experiment included taking care of his own little problem but Donnie considered it unneccessary courtesy to inform Mikey about that.