A week passed since the group had left the city for the old farm house. It was certainly a big change, no rushing cars or the sounds of angry taxi drivers. The overall buzz the city possessed was absent here in the open air. Often quiet enough to hear the ringing in your ears. Nature was the only thing outside there little get away.
Two forms curled around one another, close for warmth as the chilly air of the early morning still lingered. The AC was out dated and was in major need of a fix sooner rather them later before the days colder weather rolled in. But the two still slept soundly on the small bed, finding comfort from the world, shielded by a thick blanket.
Donatello on the other hand was wide awake, his usual early bird rise and shine woke him before the sun had fully risen, now he could tell without all the buildings and structures obscuring the nature light or the sun.
Curled close to the famous boxer, he had no room to get up and move without risking waking Raphael. Usually he wouldn't mind to much, but actually looking at his sleeping face made him hesitant to wake the larger turtle, especially when Raph was using him like some giant teddy bear.
Taking the time to get a closer look at this so called famous boxer, let himself smile at the scowl still knitted into the other brow. How can one sleep and still be scowling even in while asleep? He took in the the even breathing and deep snoring pressing past those emerald lips, the warm puffs of breath tickling and warming his cheeks all at once. His gaze wandered that thick corded neck and prominent collar bone. To broad shoulders and a powerful arm that curled around his shell to keep the olive turtle close, once again eyes landed on the thick, yet cracked plastron, a slightly dirtier yellow than his own. That scar was haunting his dreams, how or better yet what could have cracked such a strong piece of armor?
And why was Raphael so dismissive on the topic?
He had to figure it out.
He had tried a few times to bring up the topic, but the larger turtle would shrug and try to start a new conversation like nothing was said. So he decided to leave it be and hopefully he would find out sooner than later. After all, a scientist was always curious about the world around them.
Careful not to jostle the sleeping turtle, gently let his fingers brush over the chipped shell, tracing the lightning bolt shape and the slightly discolored skin around the area. A soft mumble snapped Don out of his daze and hand jerking away in fear of being caught. When Raph did nothing more then snort a snore, and shift back into place with a huff.
Sighing he didn't wake the other, decided to try again to analyze any evidence of the crack let his fingers wander back to the scar. Teeth marks? No, Glass? No, heavy trauma? Possible but that might have shattered his entire plastron...hmm.
Olive fingers delicately turned there attention to the slight discoloration of skin just above the scar. It was almost unnoticeable except up close like this, by his analyzing it appeared to be unhealed scar tissue. Humans tend to get a slightly pink or red when a scar doesn't heal but turtles it depends on the shade of green. Raphaels was only slightly darker in color, but it felt much softer. Definitely unhealed scar tissue.
Suddenly a larger hand grabbed his own wandering one, eyes immediately snapping up to the larger turtle only to find his eyes still closed. "What'er ya doin' " voice still hoarse from sleep even with a huffed tone.
Feeling embarrassed he had been caught, wiggled his captured fingers unable to think of a legitament reason to be letting his curiosity get the better of him.
A green eye lid lazily peeled open to gaze down at the olive turtle when he got no response. simply watching his fingers, "Uh huh, knock it off." he grunted "Feels weird." releasing the smaller hand in favor of flopping to his shell. "What time 's it."
Huffing slightly he was caught, it only formed a new determination to figure out what could have possibly caused Raphaels plastron to crack.
"6:26 am,"
The older turtle merely groaned in response.
"God damn this early risin' shit."
Don smiled widely "Your the one who states, and I quote the 'three d's of boxing; it takes determination, dedication, and discipline' "
"Don' mean I enjoy gettin' up 'fore the suns even up."
"If you don't enjoy your profession then its best to quit and chase the career you desire."
Raph cocked a lopsided smirk at the olive turtle "What 'er ya mah therapist?"
"I could be, i'm qualified."
The larger turtle snorted along with a roll of his golden eyes, rolled to his side once more to press their beaks close together, only a hairs breath away. "C'mere brainiac, and gimme a good mornin' kiss."
Donnie wrinkled his beak, and pulled away playfully "Maybe after you brush you teeth, Mr. Morning breath."
Narrowed golden eyes met warm, teasing auburn brown "Tough."
All to late Don was pinned once more beneath the darker skinned turtles body within seconds. Leaving the smaller turtle to blink in shock as he stared at a grinning Raphael hovering triumphantly above him. Only to lead Donnie's face to stain a bright pink at the position and closeness.
"Don' make me breath all ovah ya then."
The scuttle only lastest a few minutes thanks to Donnie finally giving in to give Raph a proper good morning kiss to start his day. Complete with a two hour run dressed in dark grey sweats.
"Be back later." grunting, the boxer stretched before he began his run on the porch.
"Don't get lost."
A wide grin split the older turtle face "Yes ma, ya ferget I know this place like the back of mah hand."
Rolling his eyes again at the other turtles cockiness; suggested "Do you want to take Mikeys head phones?" a two hour run was a long time to have nothing to even listen to. Despite the beautiful colors of the leaves changing from green to oranges, reds and yellows he might have more motivation with some music to keep his legs going.
Shaking his head Raphael righted himself after stretching, "Naw, I don' like it when I cant hear stuff around me."
Shrugging a single shoulder uncaring, wished his boyfriend luck on his run and to be careful despite having done this same waving off everyday since they arrived here. Finally seeing everything the larger turtle had to do to stay in shape, day in and day out made his earlier claims of 'boxing was nothing more than beating a man unconscious' wither into the back of his brain. Early morning runs, weight lifting, eating properly, and having to stick to his schedule percisely without goofing off or skipping a day was incredible. He never once thought about anything a boxer had to endure to stay in shape. One of the most amazing things was having the mental state to endure it all. Sitting in the back of the stadium waiting for your name to be called, knowing you were going to get hurt and possibly loose and become defeated with thousands of people witnessing the lose was incredibly stressful.
Donatello tried to picture himself in a loosing situation and his spotlight fear kicked in and started to tremble at the thought. Quickly wiping the image clear from his head to go back inside to the much warmer farm house. Thankfully he was able to get everything updated and working once again giving them a a nice warm temperature. Even with the already warm temp Don couldn't turn it to what he wanted feeling as if he would be literally sweating everyone else out of the farm house. Being sensitive to the cold weather always left Donnie shivering.
Quickly replacing his pj's with a baggy thickly knitted sweater and thick pants to keep himself warm. Headed back to his room to continue his constant view on the sewer tunnels back home, and creating the charts his E.C.H.O sends back to him.
But he tried to keep his late nights and sleepy nature to himself, he didn't want anyone to worry about him. It was he who promised to find their father, and intended to keep that promise.
Leo let a calmed, breath escape his being while he was finally able to be surrounded by peace and quiet. It wasn't often thanks to the city's constant noise, but without the rustle and bustle meditating was a piece of cake. Especially with no Michelangelo around, speaking of which; where was Mikey? Peeking an eye open found nothing but the orange fur ball known as Klunk sleeping a top a pile of clothing.
Little mood killer, of course Klunk had to be begging for food at the worst possible time.
Sighing Leo had to stand and ventured off to find his little boy friend. Even with the few months knowing the goofball Leo knew he almost made some kind of noise. So silence was scarier than his expressive cheers and yelling when playing video games.
Surely he was bothering Donnie, if Mike wasn't hogging the TV, making junk food, or reading comic books. Where the heck would he be?
Knocking softly peeked in to find Donnie typing away at his computer. "Hey Donnie, have you seen Mikey? I thought he might be in here with you but I guess not." the leaf green turtle found himself laughing a little.
Donnie did acknowledge Leo by looking over his shoulder, even as his fingers continued their assault to the keys "No I haven't, he knows he's not allowed to bother me while i'm working. That doesn't seem to stop him though." snorting turned back to the faint glow of his precious laptop.
"Out causing mischief no doubt, if he's not inside try the barn out back." with that went back to concentrating on his work.
Work? Leonardo studied him, the way he swayed ever so slightly, whether it was intention or not was a bigger question. Eye brows furrowed in confusion, was that was Don had been doing this whole time? Why he hardly ever saw him outside this old bedroom? "What are you up to anyway?" he questioned, shutting the door behind himself and coming over to peek over the olive turtle shoulder. A nearly complete diagram, several note charts, and a few types of tables he couldn't even name.
The slight tense in Donnie's neck was enough to see his uncertainty "It's what my E.C.H.O. diagramming in the sewers, I hooked up my phone so now its all downloading onto my laptop." he said "I'm simply analyzing it all as it comes back."
Leo couldn't make sense of Donatello's logic, the maps were creating themselves, the computer was creating everything for him. There was no need for Donnie to be sitting here, wasting the day away simply staring at the computers screen as it processed.
"That's a bit unnecessary don't you think?" the elder turtle teased.
Donatello however didn't find it as funny, lips forming a tight line but tried to play off his anxiety with a fake curl of his lips.
Leo caught the fake smile, something was up "Something on your mind?"
There was a very subtle change in Donnie's face, his eyes widened ever so slightly, twitch of his lips, and the slight shifting in his chair. All signs of nervousness, and all signs of a hidden thought.
Taking a seat on the bed located next to the desk, Leo entwined his fingers and waited patiently. "I'll take that as a yes."
A silence filtered through the two turtles, one with a gentle coaxing aura while the other fought with his own thoughts. Shifting nervously and chewing his lip Donnie glanced at Raphaels brother. The comforting brown eyes he found mad him crumble "How do you do it?"
Leo blinked in surprise, along with a confused furrow of his eyebrows "Do what?"
Donnie instantly swiveled around to face the other head on, gesturing wildly around himself as if the answer was in the air "How do you just act like nothings wrong?" he almost pleaded.
"Splinters been kidnapped, and yet you and Raph, mostly you seem to be almost unfazed." Donnie didn't give Leo the chance to speak "He may not be my father, but even with the short amount of time i've spent with him, hes acted as if me and Mikey were part of the family. And to me, it's and honor. And its tearing me apart not knowing his location or if he's even alive. I've been watching my screen day in and day out hoping for some kind of sign hes alive, even the sign of any kind of activity would make me happy. But nothings come up, and everyday Raph pulls himself deeper into his shell. I cant stand to see him so upset, I know your just as affected; Mikey told me what happened after I went to find Raph." throat starting to swell fighting back his tears, then in a quiet broken tone Don spoke again "I promised him I would find Splinter."
Staring in shock at the reveal, Leo gaped at the olive turtle who indeed looked on the verge of a break down. He was expecting many things, something about science, possibly something about invention problems, or possibly even something out of an OCD-ness. Never in his dreams would he think Donatello cared so much about their small family's adoptive father.
Reaching forward captured the others trembling hands, Leo had no idea Donnie cared so much about all of this. Of course he and Raphael were torn at the turn of events, he was indeed the only person, or in this case rat to ever show them any form of love as a father.
"Donnie, this isn't in anyway your problem to solve. In fact none of this is your burden to carry." he soothed "We cant thank you enough for what you have done, merely being here to help ease the pain is more than enough. Both you and Michelangelo. The fact is we have been through this before, we were separated one other time thanks to reasons out of our control." assuring the still trembling turtle, rubbing a thumb along his knuckles.
"I'm handling it just as hard as my brother, but you know him, hes more emotional than all of us. Dont tell him I said that." Leo grinned nervously "I just have a bit more control than Raph does, he acts one his emotions and asks questions later. Or in his case, use his fists then ask questions later. My brother has always been a 'loner' I guess you could say, an in his rage goes off to blow that steam off. It's just his way of dealing with things, and he will never admit it, but he loves me and Splinter more than anything in the world. He does everything he can to keep us safe and well."
"Leo?"
"Yeah?"
"You're babbling a bit." Donnie pointed out with a small sad smile. Said turtle blinked only to feel his cheeks warm at the information, coughing awkwardly into his fist. "I guess Mikeys really having and influence on me."
This time, the olive turtle's smile seemed more genuine, much more believing then the faint curl of his lips from earlier.
"But I will say this, Splinter is alive. And we intend on getting him back one way or another."
Shifting his auburn eyes to meet Leos determined coffee, finally finding his voice "But how do you know for sure?"
When the elder turtles expression softened, Donnie knew he no longer had the courage to question the grieving brother any further. "I know he's alive, I can feel it in my heart, mind and soul Donnie. He maybe old but he sure hasn't lost his fight." patting there entwined hands, a way of saying he was done. A faint of concern etched its way into Donnie's brows.
"How can you be so confident on your mere gut instincts?"
A small laugh escaped said turtle, tugging the brainy turtle up with him to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Because he's my father, and I know right now he's fighting for everything. But I also believe that you will find him, there's not a doubt in my mind." the statement made Don's heart swell and felt his eyes burn with unwanted tears. Pulling his boyfriends brother into a quick, but much needed hug. Leo was more than willing to deliver such a request.
"Of course you know that means also taking care of yourself, and definitely getting out of this room more than an a few hours. You mean more than the map right now, and if Raph found out about what you've been doing he wouldn't be happy." the olive turtle gave a slight awkward laugh, "Yeah, I know"
"So a compromise? You can do as you please as long as you aren't glued to your computer. Sound fair?" Don rolled his eyes but nodded "Alright, I promise. Thanks Leo, for everything." smiling in a friendly way., he didn't know what he would do without a level head around to help him up during his rare down moments. "Come on i'll help you find Mikey, its always better to find him before something goes boom."
As he predicted the olive turtle seemed to be in a much happier mood, like a small weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Now free of the burden of taking a responsibility that never was his own.
"...Does that happen often?"
"More than I like to admit."
Leo laughed only to infect Donnie himself and the two laughed together, heading outside in search of the missing freckled turtle. Stepping of the porch and had to put on their thinking faces, if I were Mikey, were would I go? "You go check the barn? and Ill go see if hes down by the lake?"
Leo bobbed his head and trotted off the porch, following the old worn dirt path to his destination. Not needing to argue, there weren't many places to check any how. Splitting up would definitely find the little goofball faster.
Donnie went sperate ways from Leonardo, curling his arms around himself to keep the chilly wind from piercing his skin any further. Even with his lazy but comfortable attire it did little in protecting him from the cool crisp air of the fall. He always had trouble retaining body heat in the colder months, it must be his cold blooded genes being a turtle.
On the other hand, the trees were changing from a rich green to bright orange, red and gold. Even the chilly air held the smell of fall, fallen leaves and the hint of winter that was sure to follow.
Don walked along another of the many dirt paths, for such an old farm house it was constantly a place for little critters to come poking around. all the deer trails were easy to follow to nearly any possible destination. That is if you knew where you were going, Donnie didn't quite know thanks to all his time spent indoors.
He knew for a fact where the lake was, that was easy, but as he trotted along the trail something caught his eye. Something black reflected the suns light peeking through the near bare trees. Odd. Not wasting time investigating raised a brow recognizing the material instantly. "Trash bags?" strangely enough were laid out just so each were connected with what looked like ductape on the underside. It only got stranger when it appeared they lined to what looked like a sort of path through the trees. Water poured down the water proof plastic like a lazy stream.
So focused on the strange discovery Donnie failed to see the form barreling down the make shift slide.
"YYYEEEAAA- DONNIE! LOOK OUT-!" it was all to late, the sea foam green of Mikey was nothing but a blur as he slide on the make shift slide right into the unsuspecting Donatello. Sweeping him right off his feet to land in a mess of a pile of limbs. Shouting in surprise the two continued to slide down the water slide at a great speed, giving Donnie no time to get off before they met the end of the make shift slide. The lake.
"MIKEEYYYY-!" Dons voice echoed throughout the trees, scaring away many of the birds chirping innocently in the nearly bare trees. Together to bodies that were Mikey and Don went flying off the end of the plastic slide and into the near by lake with a loud splash.
Raph grunted as he came to a stop near his 'turn around' point in his jog. He wouldn't admit it but with Donnie's help he was finally able to quit entirely on his cigarettes. He only used them when he needed to relax but Don was right; it will only cause him problems in the ring. Both dealing with his breathing and overall health. Breathing deeply came upon a familiar camping area he and Casey used to come to make a fire, rounding the old oak tree his head snapped to the sound of a near by scream. Unable to make out what it was saying but a scream none the less.
Who the heck was all the way out here?! The farm house was the only home back this far off the main road. The boxer immediately got a sinking feeling in his gut and took off in the direction he believe the scream originated.
The boxer ran through the trees and off the dirt bath, until he heard what sounded like splashing, curses, and a full on rant.
"Michelangelo!" he heard another annoyed shout, Donnie? What the heck was going on? Coming to a stop witnessed the two friends in the lakes icy water. "Are you in-insane?! who wants t-to go s-swimming in 40 degree wea-weather?!" Donnie hissed and rubbed his arms desperately to warm himself up uselessly. Just great he knew he was going to get sick, he always had problems retaining a healthy body temperature, it explained why he was almost always cool to the touch. Another reason he need to sun to stay warm like his true reptile self.
"PPFFTT- oh shell Donnie yo-you were the one s-standing right on the slide!" Mikey wailed in the struggling not to out right laugh as he was being throttled. "Who does that? When yo-you see a random b-but awesome slip and slide in th-the woods you dont go standing on it bwhahaha" crackling when Don pathetically hit him in the plastron with a trembling hand. "Y-y-you better h-hope i dont g-g-get sick!" Donnie stuttered, struggling to get out of the water with his now drenched clothes, there words becoming stuttered as the icy water penetrated their bodies.
"D-dont blame me dude!" Mikey tried to giggle but his teeth began to chatter as the both clambered out of the water. "Im-m-m g-g-onna blame you t-t-ill I s-stop shaking in my b-boots!"
"But y-your not wearing an-any boots!"
"I see ya two are takin' a mornin' swim."
The two friends snapped their attention to the boxer who looked more than confused but amused with his large arms crossed over his chest, a single raised brow taunting them . "H-hey! Raph!" Mikey waved immediately finding they had company.
"What the hell did ya do knuckle-head?"
The freckled turtle rubbed his arms furiously and he made a face "W-What makes y-you think I did anything?!" he stuttered through the cold chills wracking his smaller frame.
Raphael rolled his eyes, "I doubt Donnie's dah one jumpin' face first inta the freezin' water."
Donnie's teeth chattered noisily, trembling and shooting an annoyed look at his best friend. He whined as he scrambled to his boyfriend clutching his front tightly to keep himself warm. The boyfriend in question put his hands up at the oncoming dripping wet turtle mockingly "Aye, Aw come on babe yer gonna git me soaked."
"C-c-come h-here and h-h-hug me-meeee" Donnie chattered harshly through the colder shutters wracking his body and settled himself into Raphs chest to get some kind of heat back. Ignoring the nickname in favor of hugging the bigger turtle close "F-fuck Donnie-boy yer cold as ice" Forgetting about his clothes dryness and their well being to rub the olive turtles arms "I-I can-cant-"
"Donnie c-cant retain heat-t that well Raph" Mikey finished for his bro cause he was just that kind of guy...Even if this was all his fault.
"Way ta go."
"Hey shush your face! He stood on my slide!"
"What the hell are ya slidin'' inta the lake fer in 40 degree weather?!"
"Dont question my ways bro."
Giving up on the stupid conversation going no where, lead the two back to the house. Hopefully before they both froze, unfortunately since raph didn't have a coat and only two layers of sweats to provide either of them. Well Donnie at least.
"Y-you s-s-stink." Donnie was able to babble out through his chattering teeth. It seemed halfhearted, in a joking tone but Raph snorted rubbing the others arms to get the blood flowing. Mikey however was on his own. "Well no dip brainiac, I was doin' my mornin' jog. I'm Not like ya that I can jus' smell good all the god damn time."
The trio were able to make it back to the house, and without freezing their tails off. The biggest success was Mikey going without getting a pop on the head from Raph for his idiotness- oh wait scratch that.
"Ow! What the heck dude?!"
"Dats fer bein' stupid"
Mikey went on to whine dramatically "Donnnnnnnieee, control your beast for petes sake hes always being mean to me~" said turtle kissed Raphs cheek in a thank you as he was held close to at least get his shaking under control. "Look at dat, gettin' rewarded fer hittin ya. Ya should do stupid shit more often Mike."
"What in the world happened here?" low and behold! Leo joins the party, striping off his coat
"Long story short these two landed in the lake and are freezin' their tails off." Raph responded before the smaller friend could babble on for a 10 minute long story.
In the much warmer house, the two shivering turtles were hounded to the top and bottom floor bathrooms to strip away their soaked clothes. And of course Donnie had to bring up his smell again, another tease "I ain't gonna smell like a buncha roses after a jog cupcake."
Another nickname caused Donnie to huff only to shudder harshly when the shivers returned when he pulled away from Raphs now damp clothes. "S-sorry-" "Wanna take a shower together?"
Donnie had been removing his socks when he jerked up with a pink blush spreading across his beak faster than he could say oops. "A sh-shower?"
Raph gave a shrug "Yeah ya know ta save water 'er some like that. Ya need a hot shower and I need ta take one anyway." the bigger turtle seemed nonchalant about it but he didn't really mean for the question to slip out. It just happened but no going back now, there was no harm in a shower was there? They werent humans with their junk hanging around.
Surprisingly enough Donnie didn't refuse right away like he suspected, instead Donnie blinked at him only to glance down shyly still shaking from his wet clothes, cheeks darkening as he spoke through his tuttering "I d-dont see the ha-harm in it." a shake in his voice came though, it wasn't just the cold water seeping to the poor olive turtles bones.
Raph was just as surprised to get the a OK but didn't complain, instead he turned when Don requested to he could strip quickly and get into the steamy shower that was quickly changing the already warm air steamy.
He didn't remember how many times he wanted to see Donnie naked, well he had before but it has been an accident when he walked in to grab his phone and there was Donnie changing for his eyes to soak in before the olive turtle tossed a shirt on his head with a surprised yelp. Needless to say all he got to see was a wiggling tail and a plump ass. Still a score though.
Well that made him seem like a sex crazed asshole, which he wasn't in the least. The last thing he wanted was to get ong his little boyfriends bad side for something stupid. You try keeping your hands to yourself with a someone like Donnie at your side. At least Don was getting used to his harmless teasing and flirting.
With more excitement than a child in a toy store on Christmas, he shed his clothes with a careless toss to join the naked wet turtle warming up without him just behind the see through curtain.
Raph stepped in to join the olive turtle who was currently standing under the spray, shuddering from the temperature difference of his icy skin causing pins and needles to stab his body, especially his defenseless toes. "Pins and needles! Pins and needles!" bouncing from foot in his pain. Raph took the few seconds to soak in the unmarred and unseen skin he had yet to see. Damn he had been right, Donnie's legs went on forever. Those long limbs gave the him a dorkier image while Raphael physic was broad shouldered, longer torso and shorter arms and legs compared to the others body.
"Pfft-!"
"What are you laughing at?! It better not be at me."
"Dat shower hose looks like a dick."
The face he was able to get out of the other turtle was utterly priceless, looking over his own shoulder at the allege hose. Which indeed look like a special sex toy you could purchase from any sex shop. Only it was meant for cleaning purposes, why on earth they would shape it that way was beyond comprehension.
"I'm currently naked, standing in a hot shower with you and the first thing you comment on is the hose?" Dons face scrunched up in a hilarious confused way in his laughing fit. But it made the larger turtle squint and do an old school double take "Aye if all I can do is look and not touch I gotta keep mahself distracted Donnie boy." he joked, but his words died in his throat watching Don shift shyly with a small smile, cheeks flushed darkly, for some reason he could just tell some of that blush wasn't just from the warm water. Rubbing his arms as the warm water cascaded down his shoulders and shell. "...Who said that?"
Raphs faces went blank, as he repeated those few words over and over in his mind for some kind of trick. Did he just get the ok to..?!
"..W-would you like me to use it..?" he asked softly, holy shit Donnie was grabbing the dick hose. Raph was just about to grab that sexy little ass and drag him close and ravish his beak when a beam of water splashed him right in the face, straight from the dick nozzle. A hysterical laughter from Donnie filled his eyes when he growled "Aw what the actual fuck Donnie! Ya got me all excited too! Ya lil fibber shit!- C'mere-!"
Dons laughter couldn't be calmed even when Raph grabbed at his slick form intent on who knows what. The olive turtle yelped in his laughter as hands grabbed his sides and lifted, clear off his feet. "Well fuck I dunno what ta do wit ya." Raph mumbled, so he simply put his captive back on his feet after some pitiful threats and the danger of slipping. "Ahah- i'm so sorry- but I simply couldn't let the opportunity slip through my fingers to see your face." Don continued to laugh while Raph pouted with his thick lower lip. "I'm rubbin' off on ya." he grumbled, great now he had to deal with a teasing Don.
After calming himself the smaller turtle wiped his eyes "I didn't mean to upset you, I just figured it was about time to tease you back." smiling sheepishly, now he felt bad for teasing Raphael about such a thing. It was not a good move on his part, especially since he had been so respecting of his choice to wait for sex. "You know I was only playing right?"
The other sighed then he laughed softly and pecked the others cheek "Yeah, actually thought ya were gonna gimme a show." he rumbled lowly at the thought causing another flush of heat to spread across Donnie's cheeks. "I didn't mean it that way but it's a thought." he responded and felt horrible now. "Stop pouting Raph."
"I ain't poutin'. "
"Your lower lip is betraying you then."
Don quickly made a dorky sigh, well then. using their closeness, and trying his best to ignore the fact they were both butt naked, and how good Raphs muscles looked with water dripping down his shoulders, down his plastron and to those thick muscular thighs- focus Donnie boy focus! He looped his arms around the others head to softly nudge their beaks together. Just like he predicted Raphael didn't protest in the least, he soon felt large hands thumb at his hips.
These moments were something the genius turtle could never grow tired of. A comfortable closeness and intimate atmosphere he was able to enjoy without sex. He did however find out Raph let his hands roam but he could tell it wasn't on purpose, it was nice actually. "Ya know i'll wait" the other turtle brought up but it was caring in a way, it wasn't a question. Merely a statement of what he had promised all those months ago and Don fell head over heels, when Raph punctuated his words by brushing their beaks together affectionately. The big bad boxer wasn't the cuddly, lovey dovey type but any kind of sweet moments were cherished.
"I know more than anyone Raphie, I cant thank you enough for being so patient with me." he replied using the secret pet name with his own soft nuzzle. Only to tilt his head for their lips to meet. It was slow, caring, a statement of Raph's promise. The darker turtle let the simple embrace become more, lips pressing harder for a deeper, more of his own show to Don how much he truly wished to keep that promise.