When Casey finally made it up to April's rooftop, he found Donnie and April sitting on the opposite ledge. Her head was on his shoulder and they were quietly murmuring back and forth to each other.

He'd been afraid they weren't going to be here by the time he got here. Casey's coach thought the thirty or so minutes directly after a game was the best time to review all of the best and worst plays of the night, no matter how many frustrated looks the players threw at him. And after all that, he still had to jump in the shower before he left the rink.

So a grin spread across his face when Donnie turned and spotted him. Because they were both still here. And they were rising to their feet and smiling back at him.

He threw his arms around both of them and pulled them in close, letting the physical affection speak for him before he opened his mouth. It was a little funny, with Donnie being so tall and his shoulders so broad, Casey had to lean into him, and he ended up dragging April's shorter frame several inches forward, causing her to laugh as she was smooshed between them.

"It was awesome to see you at my game!" he finally said a moment later.

"I'm glad we made it," April said. "I had no idea how many hits to the head you took in one game."

"Hey!" Casey said, finally releasing the two of them with a scowl. "It wasn't that bad!

"No, it wasn't," April said, smiling back at him. "You did great, Jones."

"Very impressive," Donnie added. "April and I were just saying that we like the way you move on the ice."

Casey chuckled to cover the fact that he thought he might start blushing. He was a lot of bravado a lot of the time, but damn if it didn't feel good to be complimented by his two favorite people on the one thing he'd always thrown his heart into.

"So, uh, what did you two do today?" he asked as he rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.

"I made a sex chart," Donnie said.

Casey stopped short and gaped at Donnie as April swatted at the turtle.

"He did not!" April said, although she couldn't help laughing at Casey's shocked expression.

"You'd like it if I made a sex chart, wouldn't you Jones?"

"Y-yes," Casey quickly replied. He didn't even care what it was.

"Looks like its two against one, April."

"That's not how this works," April said.

"Let D make his charts, April," Casey added.

"Don't encourage him, Casey," April said, narrowing her eyes at both of them before she couldn't help but smile and shake her head at them. She leaned into Casey and gave him another hug. "I've got to go to bed," she said. "Nice moves tonight, Jones."

He pulled her in close and kissed her. He wanted to protest her leaving, even though he knew she had class early the next morning, but knew he'd already made them wait.

"Thanks, Red."

April pulled Donnie down into a kiss as well before murmuring, "You can tell Casey about your charts."

Donnie chuckled as he and Casey both moved to watch her descend the fire escape until she disappeared into her apartment.

"What's this about sex charts?" Casey asked with a grin when she was gone.

"Come on, I'll tell you what she and I discussed earlier on our way to your place," Donnie said. "If you can keep up."

Donnie took off and Casey ignored his sore limbs and took off after him. He listened as Donnie explained that he and April, much to Casey's relief, hadn't done anything special that day without him. And that they didn't feel like it would be right to do anything for the first time without everyone present. And Casey had to grab Donnie's arm as they ran and pull him to a stop just to kiss him.

"It was botherin me today," Casey admitted. "I didn't know what I was missin."

"You won't miss anything," Donnie said, running a hand down Casey's arm in order to loop their fingers together. He tugged on Casey's hand and made the final jump necessary to get to Casey's rooftop.

"So, yer chart would let us keep track of each time we try something new?" Casey asked with a lewd grin.

"See, and April was worried all those hits to your head would do permanent damage."

Casey rolled his eyes before he glanced down to look at the way his and Donnie's fingers were still looped together.

"Thanks for the encouragement tonight."

"Well you clearly needed it," Donnie teased.

"Hey, I didn't get hit that many times."

"Good thing, too. Since I'm not sure how I feel about watching someone else bodycheck you."

Casey grinned back at him. The possessiveness was a nice touch. And not something he'd ever experienced before. "Ya can check my body any time you want, D."

Donnie groaned while Casey laughed, tightening his fingers around Donnie's until Donnie laughed too. He loved this. Loved seeing Donnie relax and laugh with him.

"Ya set that one up," he told the turtle. "Come on, you'd be disappointed if I didn't follow through on that one."

Donnie had to nod at that and he pulled Casey against his plastron in order to kiss him.

"I'll have to make it to more of your games," Donnie said.

"Ya liked my moves on the ice, huh?"

"I did," Donnie said. "You made it look like there's actually some muscle in those skinny limbs of yours."

"You've felt my muscles, nerd."

"Not all of them."

Casey froze and stared at Donnie as the tall turtle simply stared back at him with a certain glint in his eye. A glint Casey was quickly beginning to recognize. A heat-filled promise that sent a spark straight through Casey.

Donatello leaned forward and kissed him again. "Night Jones."

When Leo woke the next morning, his head finally felt clear and his throat and lungs no longer burned, which he had to take as good signs since it had been hours and hours since he'd taken any medication. Plus, his arms and legs felt restless instead of sluggish and heavy. He lifted himself up on an elbow and stared down at Raphael who was sprawled out on his plastron next to him with just an arm tossed around Leo's shell.

Raph had taken the spot closest to the door, and Leo wondered if he'd done it purposely. Leo was the elder of the two, and the team leader, and he certainly didn't need to be protected. Perhaps Raph had done it because Leo had been sick. But, knowing Raph, the big lug, he'd probably always take that side.

Always take that side. It was a thought that made Leo smile.

He let his eyes roam over Raphael. Raphael's handsome face. His muscular arms. That familiar shell. He loved Raphael. And now that he was free to show it, he knew he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off the strong turtle. Just the sight of him made Leo want to pull him into a kiss and grind against him until they were both satisfied.

Leo tried to take a calming breath as he gingerly moved Raph's arm off his shell so he could get up. He needed to clear his head of how amazing Raph would look flushed and panting against him, especially because Raphael didn't seem to have the same thoughts. Leo stood and stretched, quietly collected his gear, and slipped out of the room.

He tried to tell himself that Raph had been pulling physically away from him because Raph had been mad at him, which was quickly followed by a near death experience and subsequent illness for Leo. But part of him feared there was more to it. And sooner or later, he was going to have to actually bring it up with Raph. And considering how well their last serious discussion had gone, he wasn't really looking forward to it.

He headed into the dojo and settled himself on the floor next to Master Splinter and Karai for morning meditation. He was distinctly aware of Raph's entrance into the dojo about thirty minutes later, which was soon followed the soft clinking noise of weights being lifted.

"Rude, D," Leo said a few minutes later when he felt a thermometer run across his forehead.

"Rude is making me hunt down my patient," Donnie muttered. He'd expected to find Leo still in bed resting this morning. "Deep breath."

Leo opened his eyes to glare at the meditation interrupter, and then dutifully took a deep breath as Donnie listened to his lungs before he also let Donnie check out his throat.

"I'm impressed," Donnie said. "Lungs still hurt?" Leo shook his head. "Coughing?" He watched Leo hesitate. "Well, I'm sure you'll still have a cough for a few weeks."

Donnie continued to talk, taking the opportunity as a teaching moment for his brothers. If only they would come to Donnie "at their first symptoms, instead of ignoring the signs for several days yadda yadda sickness overtakes you and then yadda yadda expect the medicine to miraculously work even though the pathogen has made it through yadda yadda".

Leo did his best not to yawn and he moved his eyes over to where Raphael sat. Raph had paused in his own workout during the impromptu checkup and had his eyes pinned on Leo. Truthfully, they'd been pinned on Leo since he'd first found him here in the dojo after he'd woken up alone. He'd been worried about what Leo could've needed that early in the morning, and had wondered why Leo hadn't just woken him to ask for help. He'd been surprised to find Leo in the dojo looking completely healthy.

Healthy. The right leaf green color. Peaceful. Strong.

Leo tilted his head at Raph when he caught his stare, obviously wondering what was going through his head, and Raph could only be thankful a churr didn't rise up his throat in front of everyone in that very moment in response to Leo's silent question. Instead, Leo didn't get an answer as Raph lay back against the weight bench and restarted the count on his most recent set.

Leo turned back to Donnie as Mikey walked into the room. "So I can practice today?"

"No, don't be ridiculous," Donnie said. "And don't look at me like that."

Leo turned his glare towards the opposite wall instead and silently rose to leave the dojo. He decided he'd make himself some tea and then return to at least watch everyone in practice. It might even be good for him to stand back and observe. Give him a chance to see things in regards to his brothers that he didn't normally get to –

"Mmh," he grunted as he was suddenly spun and then pushed into the closest wall. He offered zero resistance as Raph's scent filled his nose. Instead he met Raph's kiss eagerly as he was pinned between the emerald turtle's arms. Raphael grabbed hold of Leo's mask tails and pulled, forcing Leo's head back so that he could reach Leo's neck with his mouth.

"Yer feelin better?"

With his head jerked back, the best Leo could do was make a sound in the affirmative.

"Ya do feel good," Raph said, letting go of Leo's mask tails so that both of his hands were free to roam down Leo's sides. "And ya look good." He began kissing Leo again and then reached behind Leo's shell in order to jerk him forward. A small groan escaped them both as their plastrons scraped against each other.

Raphael realized that while Leo was responding to his kisses, he was keeping his hands to himself, and from his short physical experience with Leo, he already knew the chaste behavior was unusual. He already missed Leo's seemingly frantic need to touch him. To rub against him. He wanted to see that side of Leo again, and he wasn't in the mood for a long conversation about what was keeping Leo restrained, especially since he had a pretty good idea. So, he opted for a different method.

"Put yer damn hands on me," Raphael growled out. There was a flash of relief in Leo's eyes before those blue eyes darkened. Half of Raph's mouth quirked up as he felt Leo's hands land on his upper arms and squeeze. He responded by reaching for Leo's ass, which he'd been longing to get his hands on since before that damn Foot building alert had gone off.

Leo churred at the contact and his hips jerked forward towards Raphael before he murmured, "Your hands always go there."

"Cause its perfect," Raph rumbled back against Leo's lips, "and I want it to be mine."

Heat sparked through Leo's very center at the sound of Raph's deep voice, at the possessiveness of Raph's fingers, and at the feeling of Raph's lips moving their way down his neck again.

"Make it yours."

"Don't tempt me," Raph said before nipping at Leo's jawline.

Leo pulled his head back and met Raph's eyes. "Make it yours," he repeated slowly and then watched as a possessive lust sparked in Raph's green eyes as they scanned over his face.

Raphael was already lightly panting from just this minimal contact. Already having a hard time keeping himself contained in his shell. And now Leo was offering –

"Ya know," Raph said, his voice a gravely whisper, "ya really have no goddamn right looking so innocent while sounding so goddamn sexy at the same time, Fearless."

Leo smiled innocently back at him as his arms moved up around Raph's neck and he rubbed his lower plastron against Raphael. The look Raph was referring to was one Leo had secretly perfected to use against their enemies in battle. It was a distraction technique designed to let his opponent underestimate him before they went up against his katana. But Leo realized in this moment just how much fun he was going to have using it with Raphael.

"Master Splinter is waiting, Raph," Mikey said, poking his head out of the dojo. He narrowed his eyes at the two turtles he found who were suspiciously panting while standing at least three feet apart from each other. "Hey," he said, pointing a finger at them both. "I stand there sometimes."

A/N: I have to gush over you readers for a moment because you're spoiling me with awesome reviews. I hope that you know that any kind review you leave on any story is always loved and appreciated by the author. They're nice reminders of what a friendly community we have in this fandom. Writing these stories would not be as much fun without you guys here.

Speaking of friendly community, some lovely person nominated "Stamina" in the Best Lewd Comedy category of the TMNT Mature Fanfiction Competition. Great big thank you and internet baked good of your choice to the nominator! This was a huge surprise and it's such an amazing feeling to see my very first one-shot listed on a ballot full of great stories.

I hope you check out the ballot as well. The stories have been flagged so you can find (or avoid) certain topics.