"Can you get this from the other side?"
Casey grunted and tugged from his angle. "I believe the technical term for this is the left side," he murmured.
"The technical term, huh?"
"Yeah, I don't want to brag, but I know lots of stuff."
Donnie twisted his head to eye Casey where he stood a few feet away below the raised party wagon they were working on.
"You do, you know," Donnie said.
"Do what?"
"You do know lots of stuff." He watched a flicker of doubt work across the hockey player's usually cocky exterior. "I certainly don't let anyone else touch the vehicles."
Casey paused for a moment as Donnie went back to work. It was true, he'd never seen anyone else in here working with Donnie on maintenance, although he didn't realize it was because Donnie declined the help.
"Hey, Case?"
He turned back to Donnie and watched as Donnie glanced at him quickly before his eyes returned to the van's undercarriage.
"Why not Raph?"
"Huh?" Casey asked.
Donnie lowered his arms from where he was working and turned towards the clearly confused human. He swallowed. "Why not Raphael?"
Casey lowered his arms as well as he slowly realized what Donnie was asking him.
"Gross, D."
"What?"
"Wait, not gross," Casey said, lowering his voice and quickly glancing around the empty garage before continuing. "I just mean, it's different with Raph. He's like my twin, ya know? And he's not the one I've been watchin these past couple years."
Donnie blinked. "You've been watching me for years?"
Casey nodded. "Ya were too busy watching April to notice." Casey turned back to the van and with another grunt, which did something to Donnie's stomach, he finally yanked off the stubborn valve cap he'd been after. "I mean I get it," Casey continued. "Red's amazing. There's not another girl on the planet like her." He turned back to Donnie. "Course, there's not another guy like you, either. So I'm currently countin myself as pretty damn lucky."
Donnie closed the space between them and pulled Casey in close to kiss him. Because an admission like that deserved a reward. And because he liked the surprised groan he always earned from Casey when he kissed him without warning.
"Plus, Raph's kind of short," Casey murmured against Donnie's mouth, "but don't tell him I said that, cause he'll pummel me."
Donnie chuckled as he lifted a hand to run some of Casey's black hair through his fingers. It was still slightly damp from the shower Casey must've taken before coming over and he listened as the touch pulled a pleasant noise from Casey.
Casey responded by leaning forward to kiss Donatello again, instantly pleased when Donnie's eyes closed as he returned the kiss. Donnie's hands landed on his waist and he released an excited grunt when one of those large hands began to move towards the front of his jeans. But then Donnie seemed to realize what he was doing and pulled his hands away quickly.
"You know, this one time," Casey murmured around his disappointment, "April and I switched bodies."
Donnie shook his head and took a step backwards. "For two minutes before I switched you back."
"Long enough for me to check out a few things while she wasn't looking."
"Pervert."
Casey grinned as he listened to Donnie's teasing voice. "I'm just trying to point out that April has had first hand experience with my junk, but you haven't."
"I don't think I'd count that as first hand experience," April said dryly as she joined them in the garage.
"Just because you didn't take advantage of the situation - ,"
"No," April said, crossing her arms over her chest. She had a hard time ever being truly mad at Casey, but she could at least do her best to appear to be. Casey leaned in and kissed her, immediately killing her scowl. "I can't possibly study any longer today. You two finished yet? I want to go to bed."
Donnie and Casey simultaneously stilled and exchanged a glance, confirming that her suggestive tone of voice had been heard by the both of them.
"We, uh, we can't all three fit in my bed here," Donnie said, already wiping his hands clean on a rag.
"No, we can't," April said, "which I assume you'll remedy soon? But for tonight, my dad is visiting his sister and my bed is big enough. So you ready to go?"
"Yup," Casey said, grabbing both their hands and charging out of the room as he pulled them both behind him.
Woody whistled as locked up the front door of the pizzeria at the end of the night. He wiped down the tables and mopped the floor before moving back to the kitchen. He packed up the four leftover pizzas from the day and smiled as he thought of how happy Mikey was going to be when he saw them.
He turned out the lights and headed out the back door. He made sure to pull the door shut all the way, jimmying it the way his boss had shown him, and then turned the key in the lock. Mikey had stopped by earlier during his break and had wanted to stay nearby for the rest of his shift so that he could walk him down to the lair at the end of his shift. But he'd sent Mikey home since he thought it was silly for Mikey to sit around outside all day, plus Woody wanted to see if he could find the way to the lair on his own this time. So he continued to whistle as he picked up the stack of pizza boxes he'd set on the ground and turned to head out of the dark alley towards the closest manhole cover.
Loud growling stopped him. Not that he could've gone anywhere as he was surrounded by snarling, four-legged creatures. He backed up into the pizzeria's door and fumbled to get the key back out.
"You smell like turtle," a creepy voice growled out.
She'd gone into her bathroom to change into her yellow nightgown, although the modesty seemed kind of silly to her considering her intentions for the night. When she reentered her bedroom, Casey was already sprawled out on one side of the bed in just his boxers with his head propped up in his hands, while Donnie, who had removed all his gear, stood near her desk, examining some of her notes from her classes that day.
She smiled as she looked back and forth between the two of them and then flicked off her light. The light streaming in through her window from the city provided some illumination to allow her to easily find Donnie's hand in the darkened room. She climbed into the bed beside Casey, and pulled Donnie in behind her.
The two males had a habit of being slightly more aggressive with each other than they were with her. This wasn't something that bothered her most of the time. But tonight she was ready to push their buttons to get what she wanted.
Once Donnie had settled on his side next to her, she immediately pulled him in close to kiss him. Since Casey was typically always ready, Donnie was the perfect bedmate to start with. And she wasted no time now as she slid her tongue into his mouth and let her hands slide down to rub over his plastron's secret slit.
Donnie groaned into April's mouth as one of his large hands landed on her hip and squeezed. Casey licked his lips as he watched the two of them. He let his own hand run down April's back until he could cup her ass in his hand and give it a squeeze. April responded by shifting her hips back in encouragement as her own hand continued to rub over the bulge growing on Donnie.
Donnie's hand was getting tighter on her hip and his own hips were beginning to shift towards her. She pulled Donnie's hand off her hip and pressed it against her breast, then shuddered against him even though she'd initiated the touch. Donnie pulled away from their kiss in order to focus on where his hand had been placed. His mouth dropped open before his eyes flickered up to April's eyes.
April's eyes met his steadily and she shifted her upper body towards him. He refocused on the soft round mound beneath his fingers and gave a soft squeeze. April huffed out a sharp breath, leaning towards him once again while shoving her ass back towards Casey again. Donnie watched her eyes slide shut before he let his thumb slide over where her nipple was poking through the thin nightgown.
The moan that escaped her at that slight touch was throaty and primal. Donnie's eyes immediately met Casey's, and both of them knew it would be their new mission in life to hear that noise again. Casey pulled on April's shoulder, rolling her to her back while Donnie pulled down the front of her nightgown in order to let his thumb move over her actual nipple.
April moaned again, louder, and her legs automatically spread as her head rolled back on her pillow. Donnie and Casey both shifted even closer to her, both hungrily listening to the sounds she made as Donnie continued to rub his thumb back and forth.
"Ya found one of April's sweet spots," Casey huffed out, letting his own hand slide up to claim the other breast.
April moaned and arched. The movement did something to Donnie's gut and he dipped his head to replace his thumb with his tongue.
"Oh, shell, Donnie," she gasped as he began to alternate between licking and sucking.
Donnie churred at the sound of his name leaving her mouth in a moan like that. Her hips began to thrust upwards and Casey groaned just watching them before he dipped his head as well and let his mouth go to work. April's hands landed on the backs of their heads, her moans grew louder, and she was vaguely aware that her hips were repeatedly thrusting upwards, a movement she felt like she had absolutely no control over.
"Please," she finally moaned, not even sure what she was asking for from them.
Donnie's hand moved automatically at the plea. He slid his hand under the end of her nightgown and slid his fingers slowly up towards her underwear. Or at least where her underwear should be. He pulled his mouth away from her breast for only a moment, shocked more than he'd ever been in his life to suddenly find that his fingers were touching April's bare skin. April moaned loudly again at that slight touch and thrust towards his fingers. Donnie's eyes met Casey's once again and he got an encouraging nod from Casey before Casey refocused on April's breast.
Donnie slid his fingers up and then down. She was coating his finger in fluid and if he took a deep breath in, he could smell the arousal coming off not only her, but himself and Casey as well. It was an amazing combination that led to another loud churr from him. He landed his mouth on April's in a hard kiss before letting one of his fingers dip into her.
April practically arched off the bed as she felt him fill her up with just one of his huge fingers. "Yeees," she moaned, thrusting her hips up again.
Casey pulled his mouth away from her breast and pushed her nightgown up with one hand to see what he was missing down there. "Oh fuck," he whispered as he watched Donnie's finger move in and out of April. He let one hand take over massaging April's nipple while the thumb on his other hand moved to find another sweet spot.
"Casey!" April yelped as his thumb massaged over her clit. She ground herself further down on Donnie's finger and writhed on the bed between them. Donnie's mouth moved back to her other breast and a moment later she was screaming through an orgasm that hit her harder than anything she'd ever felt.
She fell limp to the bed as their mouths and fingers reluctantly left her. Both males stared down at her, both still mesmerized by the sounds she had made and the way her face was beautifully pink in the dim light.
"You're amazing, April," Donnie whispered down to her.
"Fuckin amazing," Casey added with a grin.
"I'm not - the only one," she panted out. She shifted slightly on the bed and reopened her eyes to look back at both of them. Her eyes traveled down to the obvious erection in Casey's boxers before looking over at Donnie, who had dropped out of his private pouch at some point. "And we're not finished yet. Lose the boxers, Jones."
Casey chuckled. "Yer pretty pushy, Red."
"I'm going to side with April this time," Donnie said, his voice a husky growl as he reached over for the bottom hem of Casey's boxers. He pulled the boxers down in one swift movement, finally getting his first eyeful of Casey Jones' junk as he'd termed it earlier that night.
Casey shifted uncomfortably for a moment as they both seemed to just stare at him.
"Well, it's not Donnie-sized," he murmured, "but -." He sucked in a breath as Donnie's palm slid up the length of him.
"Shut up, Jones," Donnie murmured, letting his hand slide back down without applying any real pressure yet.
"D," Casey groaned back, shifting himself forward, already needy for Donnie's tight grip.
"You know, Case, I've had years of grip training on a staff."
"Oh hell, Donnie," Casey said, narrowing his eyes up at the amusement he could see in Donnie's brown eyes.
April giggled, still feeling euphorically high from their earlier touches. She finally readjusted her nightgown and then rolled towards Donnie again, leaving Casey to be taken care of by Donnie and his master grip.
Donnie churred as April rolled into him and began to rub and squeeze her fingers over him. His arm layered over her hip and he finally decided to stop teasing Casey and give him the same treatment he was receiving from April.
"Jeezus, Don," Casey groaned out as those callused fingers finally wrapped around him and started tugging. He rolled onto his own back, letting one hand rest on April's hip as he began to thrust his hips upwards.
April leaned up and kissed Donnie again, pleased that he was still able to easily churr even through their kisses. His churrs and Casey's groans were filling her room with an amazing soundtrack of sounds.
"April," Donnie groaned into her mouth as his resolve to hold out snapped. He felt a moment of euphoria before coming hard against her.
The gravelly sound of Donnie's groan, combined with the hand that never stopped or loosened its grip over him, had Casey quickly following him.
The next several moments were filled with just soft panting as the three settled against each other. April rolled in order to kiss Casey before she wrapped an arm around him and rested her head on his shoulder as Donnie managed to wrap one of his arms around the both of them.
"I have decided," Donnie murmured sleepily, "that I will upgrade my bed as soon as possible."
Casey chuckled and let one hand land on top of Donnie's hand.
"Let us know when it's ready," he murmured back. "We'll come test it out for you."