What had started out as Casey finally tearing Donatello away from his work for some quality time together had descended into aneurism inducing annoyance. The turtle's cheeks were puffed up as he tried not to laugh, while the gnawed tips of the human's fingers scraped and picked at the knots, buckles and straps fastening Donnie's gear to him. Casey scowled as he brushed his fringe over his head again, bandanna sitting beside the reptile's hip, shirt discarded elsewhere in the lab, and once again tried to undo the weird knot holding elbow pads to green skin.

"Any time now, Jones...," Donnie chided, but the human didn't have to look up to know he was smirking.

"Shut up... Gap-tooth." The turtle only chuckled, sitting with his knees up against his chest and opposite arm resting over them. It was like trying to unfasten a bra, only several times and with complex knots and twists. Really, Donnie had expected this to be an issue, but the look on the other teenager's face was priceless.

"Need help?," he offered with a slight sigh; this was getting a little boring. He'd been all worked up ten minutes ago.

"No!," Casey snapped, almost snarling at the bulky armour. "I can do it! I've seen you and Raph take these off!"

"Well you obviously haven't been watching very closely." Despite Jones' protest, Donnie slipped his fingers around his elbow, pulling on the end of the knot hidden there, and the entire thing sagged and fell to the surface of the desk they sat on. Casey stared with a look of bewilderment and wounded pride, then scowled at the turtle.

"Could've figured that out."

"Eventually."

"Eventually." Donnie just smiled, then lifted both his arms in a stretch, moaning at the pleasant crack of his joints.

"Well, eventually might not have been soon enough. It's nearly morning."

"So?"

"Mikey and Leo are early risers." Casey raised an eye brow, looking unimpressed.

"What about Raph?"

"Not a morning person."

"Then I've got nothing to worry about."

"You obviously haven't seen Mikey's protective side." With that, Donnie swung his legs over the side of the desk, nudging the rolling chair out of the way as he stood.

"Where're you going?," Casey exclaimed. "Hey, I can do the rest on my own! And I'll be real quick!" The turtle peered over his shoulder, just barely keeping from laughing at how needy that plea had sounded.

"You know, I don't think saying you're quick is very appealing pillow talk."

"C'mon, Don! Don't leave me hangin' on..." Then he pouted. Honest to God, he pouted. And this time, Donatello really did laugh, turning away and shielding his chin and mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're like a giant puppy."

"A puppy in need of some TLC!"

Donnie sighed and placed his arms akimbo, looking back at the human again. "Then you'd better get off my desk and get to my room. Because shell if we're doing anything more than kissing in here, Cave-mouth!"

Casey's eye brows popped up in surprise, staring at Don for a moment, before scrambling to get of the desk and race to the turtle's bedroom. And while the temptation of locking him in there and either getting back to work or asking to crash in Leo's bed were both high, he followed with an amused chuckle.

I understand that this pairing is popularly known as Castello, but personally, I like the name Jello. Coz I'm a dork. I'm not even American, but I use the term Jello. Anyway, this spawned from my gay best friend claiming that he'd never have to deal with the trouble that bras caused most men when getting busy in the sack, which wouldn't have effected him anyway since he has the art of that pinching to unlatch a bra down to an art. Cheeky bitch. The image of Casey trying to undress Donnie was enough to make me giggle, so into the anthology it goes!

Hail to the princess, baby!