Title: Playboy
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2k14 Movie
Characters: Michelangelo and Donatello
Pairing: Mikey/Donnie
Prompt: Tumblr - "I believe you've come to the wrong conclusion." Mikey/Donnie
Word Count: 720
Rating: PG-13, for language and mild fondling
Summary: Donnie here for the work. Mikey's here for the porn.
Author's Notes: Yet another drabble written based on a prompt. Mikey is particularly a lovable shit-head in this one. Unbeta'd.

"Wow, look at those legs!"

Don's head shot up. He had believed, until that very moment, that he had been by himself in the little alcove he commandeered as a young child to be his little lab area. But when he finally tore his attention away from the camera he was trying to fix, and turned around, he saw his younger brother lounging on his beanbag chair, a magazine in his hands. There was a lecherous grin on Mikey's face and it was glued to what appeared to be the centerfold. He only needed a small glance at the cover to know it was one of Raph's car magazines and knew from experience at glancing at them himself, he knew how they liked to advertise some of their products.

Personally, he thought that any true car guy (like him) didn't need to add bikini clad women show off their beautiful wares, that they would appreciate the beauty that is the vehicles by themselves. It was his opinion that the magazine objectified women and had lost interest after only a few page turns. Of course, he knew there were some, like Mikey, who acquired those magazines without the intention of looking at the cars. So he just rolled his eyes and turned his back to him.

"Nice curves, man."

Don twitched, but didn't turn back around. He quickly glanced up at a dark screen, which made a perfect mirror for such an occasion and saw that the orange-masked turtle still had his head in the magazine. Don shook his head, wondering why his brother chose this particular area to pursue his self-pleasure, but it wasn't the first time and most likely wouldn't be the last. It was just the way Mikey operated, wanting to get rise out of any of his older brothers. Based on past experiences, he knew the best course of action was to just ignore him until he got too bored.

He quickly got back to his camera, only to jump when Mikey smacked his lips and loudly exclaimed. "Damn, that makes a turtle wanna holla."

The screwdriver that was in Don's hands shot out at that exclamation and it landed with a small 'thunk' under his desk. He turned to give a glare at his brother, but it was lost since his eyes were still glued to the magazine, his tongue running over lips. The genius pursed his lips in frustration before looking down at his lost tool and realized that even with his long legs, he wouldn't be able to reach it. So he quickly slipped off the chair and bent over, grasping the handle, only to have it slip when Mikey piped up.

"Now those are some buns of steel."

Don smacked his head under his desk at that because he realized just he was giving his brother a full view of his butt. He cursed loudly as he rubbed his head. He turned watery eyes at his brother, who smile had turned triumphant. His tool and work forgotten as he shimmied his way back out of the desk and stalked over to Mikey's chair, glaring down at him.

Mikey, feeling the long shadow that Don was wont to do, looked up and gave a non-believable grin. "Can I help you?"

"If you are going to participate in self-abuse, please do it somewhere else," Don growled out of his clenched teeth and not-so-gently grabbed car magazine from Mikey's surprisingly light grip. "And find better material while you are at it. It's disgusting the way these magazines use a woman's body as an object to sell…"

It had been out of curiosity, pure and simple, that made him turn it over and stare at the centerfold, perhaps to use the poor model as a reference point but had stopped short when he finally caught sight of what was on the centerfold.

A beautiful 1972 Chevrolet Monte Carlo, shiny black with 22″ rims.

Sans model.

He was confused for a moment before he felt a callused hand, rough from years of nunchaku training and video game playing, start traveling up his long leg. He looked down and saw that saucy grin return on Mikey's face before he licked his lips again.

'Donatello,' he thought as the hand progressed higher. 'I believe you've come to the wrong conclusion.'