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Parties were fun, sometimes.
When Raph had first started going to school, he'd thought that parties would be the highlight of his teenage years. It was such a big thing in every teen movie- going out and getting drunk and doing stupid shit with your friends when their parents weren't home. Actually going to school had proved him wrong on several fronts, but at least parties…
Were kinda okay.
Sometimes.
Sometimes they were so boring. Like- Raph didn't consider going to someone's house to drink lukewarm sprite and play DnD with a group of six people to be a "party". Apparently some people did. And sometimes, the house parties that they went to with actual drinks and shit just… weren't that fun. Like, they'd play one game and then everyone would go find a corner to make out, and he was stuck there wondering where the hell all his friends went and what everyone was doing and if he should even be here, because it's not like anyone is going to try to make out with him.
But. There were times when they were fun. Especially when his brothers came along. All four of them were present this time and it made everything feel way more manageable. It didn't matter that there were too many people or that everyone was kinda tipsy, or that the vibes were lame as fuck. Because at least he could sneak a joke to Donnie about how the house looked straight out of a reality TV show, or watch Mikey actually make people laugh with his bad improv, or snicker at Leo awkwardly trying to start conversations.
Still, he was… kinda bored. Like a little bit. Leo said they couldn't get crazy drunk tonight because they had school tomorrow- and Raph would usually chug a can of beer in his face just to mess with him, but he was trying out a new boxing class and he really didn't want to show up hungover. They'd already be keeping a close eye on him because of the whole… mutant turtle thing. And he wasn't the friendliest guy around. He didn't want to be a snappy asshole because he was hungover, too.
So instead he was just. Standing here. Watching people talk and dance and stumble over each other. He had one of those cliche red solo cups but it was full of tap water from the kitchen. The apartment was way too loud- he'd bet actual money on the cops showing up at some point, and honestly? He wanted to see that happen. He'd never gotten busted by the feds before- at least not for anything that was actually his fault. It's gotta be more interesting than this, right?
"Dude, I'm so bored."
Ah, and there was Donnie. He'd been wondering where the nerd disappeared to.
"Well yeah, nothing's happening," Raph said dryly, instead of agreeing. Because he was a contrarian like that. Nothing said bad boy like being a total bitch instead of just letting someone know that you share an opinion.
"Are we really just going to stand here and drink water for the next thirty minutes. I could finish my comp sci project in that time, man." Donnie whined, shoving his head against Raph's shoulder. Raph scoffed, pushing him away on principle. Then he let Donnie rest his head, because he did genuinely look tired of all the people and he didn't have his headphones on. Something about how wearing it with his hoodie would make him look like "a total loner, incel weeaboo". As if he didn't look like one already.
"Only you would rather be at home doing computer science than at a party, dude," he snickered. "Why are you telling me? You know I'm not leaving any time soon. Ask Leo to take you home or something."
Donnie rolled his eyes so hard Raph could feel it against his shoulder. Little jerk.
"I don't need an escort. I'm not twelve. I'm just saying. This is boring." Then he bumped his head against Raph's shoulder before standing up properly. "'Sides, Nardo is busy."
"With what?" Raph asked incredulously. Leo disliked parties the most out of any of them. His awkwardness was amplified about a million times around drunk people, only saved by the fact that they usually didn't care enough to notice. What could he be doing?
Donnie just pointed.
And Raph groaned quietly.
April. Right. That's what he could be doing.
That's what she said- shut up, brain, not like that.
Leo was stood in a corner, gesticulating wildly at April- and a small group of people. The majority of them looked sober, which was interesting. Leo looked like a camp counselor in his Space Heroes shirt and jeans. Did Leo somehow manage to become a mom to a bunch of highschoolers in the fifteen minutes they've been separated?
…That sounded exactly like something he'd do. Raph was choosing to believe in that reality.
"Right. Mikey?"
Donnie pointed again, already tuning out from the conversation to look at something on his phone. Raph followed his finger to Mikey, who was holding what seemed like an honest to god theater production on one of the foot tables in the living room. How did he manage to find a prop skull to recite a monologue to? Where did the giant, heavy cloak come from? Was anybody actually listening? Were people actually crying?
"Right, sure. Not touching that with a ten foot pole," he muttered.
God bless Mikey and his weird ass acting talents, but Raph did not want to be a part of that right now.
Which meant… okay. So like, he was actually just going to stand at this wall for the next half hour. Maybe Donnie had a point, this shit was super boring.
But he really wanted to see if they'd get busted by the cops over the Bradford's shitty blown out speakers. On principle, he refused to leave before seeing if anyone got arrested tonight.
He also refused to leave before his brothers. Because he wasn't the boring one. Raph was the guy who started fights in the cafeteria that had to be broken up by the teachers. He got detention every other week. Donnie and Leo were the boring ones- Raph was supposed to be having fun.
Although he wasn't exactly being the most fun right now.
Donnie was thoroughly absorbed in his phone, fingers blurring across the touch screen. Whatever he was doing, it was probably also boring. And since Raph refused to go die inside watching Mikey…
"Hey, I'm going to see what Nerdanardo is doing. You good?" Raph said, having to yell a little to be heard over the noise. Donnie nodded. He probably didn't even hear the question. But he answered it, so whatever.
Raph made his way through an actual crowd of people (Jesus, how did so many high school students fit into a tiny NY apartment?) and towards his big brother. Leo wasn't being as loud or energetic as before, but that was only because he was too busy staring at April, who'd started ranting so fast Raph almost wished he could put a rap beat behind it. She was probably talking about some conspiracy- and by the looks she was getting, some people were starting to believe her.
Good for her, honestly. April was kinda a nut job sometimes, but that was what made her fun.
Didn't mean he wasn't going to be a bit of a jerk though.
What? It was part of his whole persona! She didn't mind.
"What are you guys yapping about?" He interrupted. April, turned around to see him approaching, and waved him closer, completely unbothered. See? Didn't care at all. She was chill like that.
"Dude- I've totally got a new lead on some new shady shit the PD are up to. Like, really shady shit. Some people around school got busted for selling coke the other day-"
"Yo yo yo! What's up with you, party people!" Raph got the breath knocked out of him by a huge guy thumping him on the back. Caught off guard, he just barely stopped himself from decking the dude. Which was good! He was controlling himself! His therapist would be proud.
Good thing he didn't punch the douche, because said huge guy happened to be Chris Bradford. The guy hosting the party. And if Raph punched the host and got them kicked out, he'd be getting mad stink eye from his bros for the rest of the week. And also probably have half the student body scared of him again.
It would make for a fun fight, though. Chris was one of the people in school that trained properly- he did, like, eight types of martial arts. Maybe he'd actually give Raph a challenge.
"Well we were-" April began, but she got cut off. Again. And now she was looking a little more pissed about it. Raph shrugged, as if to say hey, I didn't do shit the second time. Be pissed at him, not me.
"It's so quiet in this corner! We needa get something goin- everyone's takin this shit too seriously."
Raph perked up at that. Holy shit, some action? Finally? He didn't have to continue drinking shitty tap water and pretending that people watching is good enough stimulation to keep him awake?
"Hell yeah dude!" Raph couldn't help but exclaim, giving Chris a friendly punch to the side. "What did you have in mind?"
It took entirely too long to get a group of people to sit down and pick a game.
There was the issue of finding some place to sit. The house was cramped as fuck- with everyone standing up, you'd still be squeezing past people. Trying to sit down with any amount of space in between people was the most irritating shit Raph had done in his life. They ended up settling around Mikey's theater table- absorbing that group to make a vaguely circular shape. There were two sofas, but most people ended up sitting on the floor.
Donnie- the greatest brother in the world- appeared at their side the moment people started moving and instantly claimed a sofa. He, Leo and Raph squeezed their fat shells into the uncomfortable leather cushions while Mikey hopped onto the back of the couch behind them. April sat on the arm of the sofa next to Leo. A decision which, naturally, caused his younger siblings to immediately start snickering and poking at him.
Some people lay down on the carpet and took up way too much space. Some sat on each other's laps. At least one person tried to sit on a table before comically falling over. Someone may have thrown up in the corner.
And then, by the time everyone (or at least, a pretty decent group) had sat down comfortably, people had started squabbling over what to actually play.
Chris had beer. Like, a catatonic fuck ton of beer. So they pretty unanimously decided to play a drinking game (Leo be damned, if they were going to play they were going to play). The issue was that nobody could choose a good game. Beer pong didn't work in a circle. Board games were banned for undisclosed reasons. Most other options were either boring or so obscure that Raph didn't know what they were.
The eventually (fucking finally), decided to play some classic games. Never have I ever- which was fun up until the group realized just how much insane shit Raph's family had done, started exclusively prompting to see what kind of stories they could get. Then they played truth or dare, and had to decide between answering questions, doing challenges or drinking. But then most of the students just picked drink instead of doing anything fun.
Eventually Chris came up with a more entertaining idea.
"How 'bout this," he slurred, significantly drunker than he was fifteen minutes ago. "We can do two games at once, mkay? Like- lets do seven minutes in heaven. And truth or dare. If you do answer, or do the dare, you get to drink. If you don't- spin the bottle and go make out with someone in the closet, or something."
People oohed and ahhed at the idea so much that they had to do it. And honestly, Raph was tempted to tap out. He didn't want to drink that much- they'd already had enough to be tipsy and Raph still wanted to avoid a hangover. And it wasn't like anybody would want to get in a closet with him.
But then…
"You guys aren't leaving, are you?"
Of all people. Of anybody here. Was it actually Leo that just asked them if they were staying or leaving? Leo?
"Dude- we're already messed up. I thought you said you didn't want us to drink today?" Mikey asked, which basically summed up Raph's thoughts on the whole matter.
Leo blushed and glanced off to the side, and ahhh. Yeah, no.
"Leo. Leonardo. Nardo-"
"Don't call me that, seriously-"
"I'm not going to drink another seven cups of shitty, warm beer so that you have a chance to get in a closet with April. That's not happening. I'm sorry dude, you're on your own." Raph deadpanned.
"I'm-!" Leo flustered. "You can't just go! What are you going to do, sit in the corner on your phones? How am I the one trying to have fun here!"
"Maybe it has something to do with the copious amounts of alcohol you've consumed." Donnie said blankly.
"I'm gonna go do another improv sesh with Madison- Bailey dipped out so she wants someone else to practice with. You got this though! Bye!" Mikey giggled. Leo didn't get a chance to call after him. He was gone before they knew it.
Really, Mikey would be a phenomenal ninja if he put his mind to it. They didn't even see him, he vanished so fast.
"Yeah, I'm with him. Have fun. Don't, like, die from stress or something. We don't have enough money for a proper funeral." Donnie said, and then he was gone too. And. Fuck. Raph was still here. With Leo staring at him with very suddenly desperate eyes. Fuck dammit.
"Leo-"
"Please don't leave. I don't want to be here alone." Leo asked. And like. That was so mean of him. Because Leo barely ever really asked them for anything. And he knew Leo didn't like to be alone in big groups like this- but also he had April-
But what if April left? What if she got stuck in a closet with someone else and left Leo here? With a bunch of people he didn't know, and couldn't leave because that would show bad social etiquette? That was what Leo was thinking right now. He needed a backup. And he wanted Raph to stay.
Which sucked ass. Raph's brothers totally abandoned him here. He was rescinding Donnie's best brother in the world status. He was awful. And so was Mikey- but Mikey probably did just actually want to go improv with his friend. Or maybe he didn't. Maybe this was all some ploy to get Raph to stay here with Leo. To what end? Who the fuck knows.
Raph groaned, loud, throwing his head back into the couch cushions. Fucking. Fine. Fine, whatever. He could stay. Sure.
He didn't see so much as feel Leo beaming at him, but he acknowledge it by doing the mutant turtle equivalent of flipping him off. Also known as pointing at the sky. Because he only had three fingers to use, so they had to improvise.
"You owe me. So bad. I get your dessert from the cafeteria for the next two weeks, got that?"
"Thank you," Leo breathed, throwing his arms around Raph for a brief hug that Raph rolled his eyes into. Lovingly. Ish. "You can get it for the next month if this works out."
He snorted. Yeah, whatever. If Leo and April end up together tonight, Raph will eat his gym bag.
And so, the game started. Everyone seemed to get that the turtles were tired of being questioned from the last game, so they took it easy for a while. Truths and dares flew left right and center, some actually containing some very juicy gossip. Before Raph knew it, he was getting invested along with everyone else in their now smaller circle.
Was it kinda bitchy? Yes. But so was he. And if half drunk Raphael wanted to listen to Shinigami sound off about making out with a girl four years her senior (who had a boyfriend mind you), then damn it, he would listen.
It was more fun than standing at the wall, at the very least.
Eventually, somebody did actually drag them back into their bullshit.
"Allllright- you. You, turtle. Raph. Raphaeeeeel, buddy."
Did Raph know this guy? He probably should, but he didn't recognize his face. Wiry, tall, round glasses… probably some kid that shared a class with him. It was easy for people to recognize Raph and his brothers, but sometimes he had a hard time keeping them all straight.
He kicked his legs up on the table in front of him and slipped comfortably into a cocky grin.
"Alright, lay it on me big guy."
The kid smiled, and Raph swore he saw his glasses flash like an anime character, hello?- "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," he said instantly. "I'm not a pussy. Gimme something fun to do."
A round of oohs surrounded him and Leo jabbed him in the side, smiling nervously. April giggled semi manically. He cast them a cursory glance.
Damn, they were really leaning into each other here. Maybe Nardo could actually pull something off tonight… assuming he didn't get cold feet and fuck up. Like he usually did.
Raph refocused on the guy talking at him. He was leaned forward now, and honestly so was everyone else. If there was one thing Raph had learnt from being a public figure it was that people loved when they did cool stunts and shit. They were probably hoping he'd get into some badass ninja action.
So did Raph. If there was ever a time to encourage him to ninja out, now is it. Come on, world.
"I dare you… to fight all three of your brothers."
Fuck yeah.
Wait. No.
"My bros won't agree to that," he frowned. "We don't fight each other that much. Plus two of them are already checked out."
The last time they'd fought, none of them had been in their right minds. More accurately, they'd all been literally brainwashed- which Raph still had a hard time getting over- and it had been the first time Raph hadn't wanted to fight someone. Not seriously at least. He'd sparred with them a bunch. And sure, these people wouldn't know the difference- but it was the principle!
And…
He knew they didn't want to fight him, anymore. They were worried about hurting him, or maybe about him hurting them. Or maybe they just didn't like to fight. How was he to know?
And he was telling the truth. Two of them were checked the fuck out. Donnie and Mikey wouldn't leave their improv corner for shit.
"Okayyyyy, just fight the one then. C'monnnn dude! It'll be so cool!"
The crowd agreed and Raph heard Leo protesting from beside him. All sorts of arguments Raph had kinda predicted- 'it's too crowded', 'someone could get hurt', 'it isn't safe', 'they hadn't prepared'. Points he'd considered but knew Leo didn't really care about. Like yeah, they could get hurt. They could get hurt leaving the house too, didn't stop them from going to school every day.
But what was Raph supposed to do? Say no? Was he supposed to spin the bottle and get in a some tiny ass closet with a stranger? Fuck that!
Besides- couldn't this be considered doing Leo a favor?
April had seen them fight, sure, but those were in very stressful situations. The kind where Leo acted like a massive, terrified dork. Not the kind of fighting where she could go woah, you're so cool! You actually know a ton of cool moves! That's awesome!
Y'know. The type of fighting that Raph did.
Maybe if she saw him doing that, she'd think higher of him for it.
God he was such a good brother.
Mind made up, Raph shoved himself out of his seat, grabbed a solo cup and chugged. Cheers sounded off around him and he blinked away any dizziness to look at his older brother.
Leo was glaring at him, but Raph didn't care. He'd explain later. Right now, he had to show these people that he wasn't a little bitch. And show April that Leo wasn't either.
"C'mon, Nardo. Let's show the people what they want to see," he said, shaking loose any stiffness.
"Uh- what? Raph, you can't be serious. We'll tear this guy's house apart!"
"Fuck yeah, dude! Let it rip!" Bradford hollered from the side somewhere. Raph cackled along with a few other students. Leo just grimaced.
"Seriously- Raph, I'm not kidding. This is a horrible idea." Leo argued. And he really tried to put on the serious leader face for it, but Raph was already knee deep in this plan and refused to back down.
"Come on, Leo," he groaned. "You're so annoying. Just get it over with, and you can go back to cuddling on the couch in a minute, okay?"
Leo's face turned bright red, and Raph processed what he was saying about four seconds too late to stop himself from saying it. Whoops.
Leo started stammering, but by now the crowd was chanting for a fight, and Raph had stubbornly put his hands on his hips, and then April of all people was pushing him forwards. And.
"Oh this is so stupid- fine! Fine! One fight! One light spar. And then we sit back down and take no more stupid dares."
Cheering, from all around them. It reminded Raph a bit of the battle arena. God, he kinda missed that. Sure it was objectively awful and fucked up but. He got to beat shit up. And get beat up. And like, people loved him for it!
He was going to be so fucking hungover tomorrow. Man. May god come down and kill his ass, Raphael did not care anymore.
Leo got up and rolled his shoulders. He reached for his katanas only to pause halfway and realize that they weren't there- obviously. Because they were at a party. None of them brought any weapons.
(Leo always had a spare knife on him and everyone else brought extra shuriken. But really, who was counting?)
Raph watched him grimace with an almost sympathetic expression. Leo could maybe beat Raph in a fight on a good day, if he really tried. His sai were good against Leo's swords but Leo was faster, and knew how to keep his distance. In a proper spar, Leo could hold his own.
But hand to hand? That was Raph's domain. He was a brawler by nature, wrestler by choice. Without Leo's sharp weapons of mass destruction, he didn't stand a chance.
"It's okay bro, I'll go easy on you," Raph chirped. Leo's scowl deepened.
Fuck him, then. Raph would give him enough to look good in front of April- but he was damn well not losing this fight.
They got into their stances across from each other. Raph couldn't help but bounce on his feet- god, he forgot how much he enjoyed the anticipation before a battle. He'd missed this. When was the last time the guys and him sparred? It had to have been forever ago.
Leo stood opposite him, and Chris Bradford got up in their space for some pseudo countdown.
"Alright people! Let's give'em some room! You two- I'm sure you got some regular rules for spars 'nd shit. You do whatever, have fun with it. Beat each other's asses, or like, fuck up the apartment, I don't really care. First one to tap out loses- or like, if you guys get pinned or something. Cool?" They both nodded- one excited, one reluctant. "Alright!"
He counted down, and Raph barely heard it. His eyes locked onto Leo's. He was happy to see that his brother wasn't scared or even that mad- just determined. Leo always fought best when he wanted to win. Good.
A hand raised into the air.
And then, before he had time to think anymore, the fight had begun.
Raph fucking lept at his brother, fully eager to take advantage of the offer to 'fuck up the house'. Leo sidestepped, barely, grabbing Raph's arm and twisting him. Raph grunted as the adrenaline of action pumped through him, instinctively snapping to the side to try to get a knee in.
Leo let him go to step back, and Raph pursued. Relentless. As always. He choreographed a punch that Leo easily caught, a kick that Leo pushed away and countered. Threw a hook with no warning- and then went back predictable moves. He could tell it confused his brother, but Leo didn't complain.
The crowd went wild around them, at every step and misstep. Leo landed a good blow to Raph's stomach, and Raph followed up with a flurry of punches. Raph kicked him hard in the center of his plastron, and Leo swept his leg, and then they were beefing it out on the floor like a couple wild dogs.
God, it was fun.
Raph loved this. He loved sparring, and he loved wrestling, and he loved being able to compete with someone at his fucking level.
He'd never tell Leo- but he loved sparring with him the most.
There was something so captivating about when the two of them got into it. They were more invested in martial arts than Donnie and Mikey ever were- and they got dirty. Clawing and biting until Raph could barely tell where he ended and Leo began. He'd never been so exhilarated as when he was fighting his big brother.
Leo held back for a while before full committing, competitiveness winning out over his anxiety. Raph pushed, but Leo pulled, and they danced across the floor like neither had anything to drink tonight at all. Fast. Hard. It was amazing.
Alas, all good things have to end. Raph eventually saw an entry too good to miss, flipping and pinning Leo to the ground, plastron down. His arm around Leo's throat, he let him struggle while the whole room yelled and shook.
"He's pinned! That's it! We have a winner!"
Leo stopped squirming and tried to tap out. Raph held him just a second longer, enjoying the feeling of Leo under him (ignoring that he wouldn't feel the same if it were anyone else) and then let him slump to the ground.
What a fucking rush. Raph stood and let the crowd sweep him up. People cheered and clapped and it felt so good he wondered why he ever stopped doing this shit.
Eyes. Appraising them. Sound. The pounding of his heart, the chanting of the crowd. The laughter and congratulations and appreciation-
It was intoxicating.
A couple minutes go by before Raph remembers himself and pulls back from the cheering, letting himself relax into the flow of people, looking around to see-
His brother's eyes, tight and uncomfortable. Back on the couch, not looking at him.
He had the same look he had when Raph returned with bruises and broken bones. Unhappy but trying to hide it.
His own mood sunk.
He let the people go and went back over to his brother- who was back with April. Figured. And- actually, their brothers were there too. Well, to be fair, they'd been pretty loud. Leo didn't look hurt- but a million worries suddenly rushed through Raphael's mind. Did he push too hard? Hit something he shouldn't have? Leo wouldn't complain if Raph did, and Raph was bigger and sort of stronger, so what-
"Dude! That was crazy!" Donnie said as Raph came closer. "If we knew you guys were gonna beat each other up we would have come over! What the shell dude!"
"It was a stupid idea," Leo muttered. He was massaging his neck, but it didn't seem to be bruising too badly. He hoped it wasn't awful by the time they went home- dad would kill him.
And obviously he hoped that Leo wasn't hurt too bad. But they'd both had worse. He was more worried that Leo was mad at him.
Leo wouldn't talk about it here though. They'd have to chat later.
With that, people seemed to settle down a bit. Raph got a respectful noogie, pat or shove as people went to sit back down. He slumped back next to Leo, and shoved himself into his brother's space. As if the physical contact was enough to create some telepathic link between the two of them. As if he could say hey, I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry without actually opening his mouth.
Leo knocked their knees together. It was the closest he could get to saying fuck off while also not opening his mouth. Unfortunately for him, Raph was actually feeling kinda bad now and he wasn't going to get up and ignore his bro.
"You good?" He whispered, shoulder to shoulder with his dumbass big brother. Leo sucked in a breath and Raph oofed as Leo elbowed him. Jerk.
But Raph only snorted, staying by his side. He shoved the little speck of worry down, pissed that it was even bothering him.
He was trying to help, he thought with a frown, and it wasn't like he'd humiliated Leo. Yeah, he won, but he let Leo get some good hits in. Surely Leo knew that?
Hell, he was only here because of Leo anyways!
Screw him. If he was hurt, it wouldn't be too bad. Raph could control himself. He could. He did.
This game was getting boring anyways, Raph huffed, he didn't want to be here anymore. Fuck the whole thing with the cops, he was ending Leo's little plan and getting the hell out of dodge. Donnie was probably still bored- maybe he could convince the dork to go home with him.
Luckily, it wouldn't be too hard to leave the game. It was his turn now. All he had to do was pick a truth that Leo wouldn't commit to.
"Alright!" he said, startling some of the people surrounding the couch. The buzz from their impromptu spar was still infecting the area- some people seemed to be in much higher spirits because of it.
At least they had a fun time.
Actually- fuck them, Raph had a fun time too! He'd be having a better one if Leo wasn't so melodramatic. Whatever.
"Leo!" He said, turning to the side and very loudly ignoring Leo's hissed whatareyoudoing. "Truth or dare."
Leo…
Stared. At him. Flighty and a little pissed off, entirely too tense for the tail end of a party. He looked like Raph was about to punch him, or something. Seriously! You'd think Raph had just kicked him out the house! What was his fucking problem?
This was Raph's issue. All he did was try to help people, and then everyone got mad at him for it, when he was just doing things in unorthodox ways. And nobody got more pissed at him than Leo, who followed every rule in the book and then got confused when people didn't play along. God did it grind Raph's gears.
And you know what! Fuck Leo! Raph was only doing this because of and for him. Asshole.
"Uh…" Leo floundered, unstable. Raph internally screamed at him.
Just pick dare! Just pick dare! It wasn't like you were going to do it! Just pick so Raph can tell you to do something stupid, spin the stupid bottle and then let Raph go home and be mad in the sanctity of his own room.
"…Truth?"
Raph internally projected a sunrise. Calmness. A flowing river. Anything that wasn't punching Leo in his stupid face.
Come on dude.
Well. Whatever. He was digging his own grave. Somehow, he'd gone from boring Raph out of his mind to actively pissing him off and Raph was over it.
(Was Leo responsible for Raph being bored? Probably not. Maybe if he'd just left earlier with Donnie, Raph would feel better. And they would be at home, not drunk, so Raph didn't have to deal with a fucking hangover tomorrow. All of this was Leo's fault, if Raph put his mind to it. Every damn bit of it.)
"Okay," Raph deadpanned. "Sure. Have you ever had sex before?"
Leo's face went red and people around them started giggling. He stammered for a moment as Raph stared back. How'd he like being on the receiving end of The Incredulous Look. Asshole.
"What do- Raph!" Leo exclaimed. Someone's arm wrapped around his shoulder, people chuckling, and Raph snickered as Leo flinched at the casual contact.
"What's up, blue? Nobody's gonna judge you! Maybe we can change that by tonight, eh?"
People giggled again and- okay. Well that was a fucking weird thing to say. Raph didn't mean it like that, asshole.
"I'm not answering that!" Leo squawked, and Raph internally sighed. Back to the sunset. Flowing in the river. Thank god. Spin the bottle and let Raph go home.
"What?! C'mon, Lee, a non-answer's as good as an answer to that kind of question," a voice Raph couldn't place floated from across the table. Leo was redder than Raph thought he'd ever seen him.
"I- dude! My brothers are here! I'm not- just give me the bottle!"
Raph tuned out as the crowd shifted. Some people sat back down and some stood to walk around. It didn't matter. He'd done his job.
Now that he wasn't staring at his brother he could feel guilt creeping through the cracks of his anger- he shoved it away. Stewing. Was it maybe a dick move to ask something like that? Yeah. He knew it made Leo uncomfortable.
However. Consider. Fuck Leo. Fuck him and his shitty idea to play this game, and his need to stay at the party, and his feelings about fighting, and the way he'd get upset at literally nothing. Raph had been trying his absolute hardest to help him out today and he was being a bitch.
Well, he could deal with this whole situation himself then. The second Leo left the couch, Raph was out of here.
Leo moved to spin the bottle and Raph mentally checked out. Donnie and Mikey were still over in the corner with Mikey's friends from improv, although both would occasionally glance over at their table. Donnie was glancing from the session to his phone to the bottle at the table. He caught Raph's eye once and Raph shrugged-
Oh, people were cheering now. Who did Leo get paired up with?
One part of Raph hoped it was April. After all this effort, it would be a waste for Leo to not end up with April. What else was Raph here for? Oh, and some part of him did actually wish the best for his brother. But like. Whatever.
Another part was kinda hoping it was a stranger. There would be some cruel irony in it. For Leo to make them play this stupid game, only to end up alone with somebody he'd never met, just like Raph had feared from the beginning.
He glanced at the bottle on the table.
And blinked, as he saw it pointing at him.
He looked over at Leo, who was staring at him open mouthed. Incredulous. Sharing a mortified expression with his brother.
Well. Fuck.
It took a moment of finagling for Leo and Raph to find any space in the wardrobe. Even then, they were stuck almost plastron to plastron. Raph muttered swears under his breath as they fumbled around, trying to find places to put their hands and feet. The door clicked shut and locked and Raph resisted the urge to groan into Leo's face.
"…Fucking- this is all your fault you know?" He grumbled.
"My fault? How is this my fault!" Leo snapped.
"If you hadn't wanted so badly to get April in here, neither of us would be in this situation!" Raph snipped, almost punching Leo in the eye as he put his hands on the wall to try to get a better position.
Leo scoffed like Raph said something incredible.
"Oh, my bad. I'm sorry you're having such an awful time. It seemed like you were doing just fine before!"
Raph blinked, despite the lack of light. As if that would clear his head of Leo's bullshit. Because, genuinely, what the fuck was he on about?
"What, you mean the fight? Yeah, that was fun as fuck! What, are you pissed you lost?"
Leo made a sound like a snarl, abruptly shoving Raph in the plastron. "First of all, language. Secondly, no, I'm not mad! It was a stupid fight! You were always going to win! Why did you even agree in the first place?! Were you that eager to get one over me?"
"Get one-" Raph spluttered, "Dude, I was trying to help you!"
"Help me how?!" Leo snapped, and Raph's eyes adapted enough to the darkness that he could see the features of Leo's face in the single strip of light from the door crack. "Help me look like a total loser? You basically choked me out! In front of the entire school! People were taking pictures!"
Oh. Well, he didn't know that.
"I didn't-"
"Everyone's going to know by tomorrow. Not to mention, if anyone posts that, dad's going to know! And he's going to see all the drinks! I specifically told him there wasn't going to be anything like that at this party, do you know how mad he's going to be?"
"He doesn't-"
"Everyone was laughing at me! It was awful. And after I literally, explicitly said that I didn't even want to fight in the first place! I thought you would have-"
"I was trying to make you look cool!" Raph interrupted before Leo's spiral stole all the air in the room. "I thought it would help you with April! People love seeing others fight, Leo- I thought if she saw it, she'd think you looked cool and you'd be able to- fuck, I dunno, talk about it? Or something?"
"Or something?? Raph, she's already seen me fight!" Leo whisper-yelled. "And then you asked me that- crazy invasive question. You couldn't come up with anything else?! People are going to gossip about that for weeks!"
Leo looked honestly mad- and god, it was so unfair, Raph didn't even want to be here! He got dragged into all of this shit! If he wanted someone to be nice and helpful he could have asked Mikey or Donnie to stay behind. Or, better yet, just stayed by himself! And Raph should be trying to control himself, probably. It didn't help anyone if they set each other off. But he didn't care. Fuck Leo for putting them into this situation, and fuck Leo for making him the bad guy! Raphael didn't do anything wrong!
Without thinking, Raph shoved Leo's shoulders against the wall, standing up straight so that he was taking up more space.
"So what? You're bitching because we fought? Newsflash, I didn't have a choice in the matter! You think it would have been better for me to spin the bottle? Be in here with somebody I've never met before? At least I know you! This could be so much worse for either of us right now!"
"Raph-" Leo tried to push him back and Raph grabbed his arms with a snarl, shoving them up above his head, so that he had space to get in Leo's face and seethe. His leg shoved forward to pin Leo down, so that Leo would sit still and listen for fucking once. Leo made an obscured sound, and Raph held him down harder.
"I don't give a shit! Shut up! I sat down and watched you cuddle up to April for half an hour and played shitty games with these nobodies, because you asked. And when I fought, I took it easy on you, because I wanted you to be able to tell April that you could have won it later, and have it not be a lie. And then I asked you a fucking easy ass question to dodge, so that you could spin the bottle and get in here with her. In what universe can you be mad at me for-"
"Ah!"
They both froze.
Raph stared at Leo blankly, angry expression morphing into one of pure shock. Leo tensed like a live wire underneath him- staring right back at him with a slack jaw. In the darkness Raph couldn't see if his face was red, but he realized could feel Leo's quick breaths against his own face. Could feel Leo's plastron plastron rise and fall, from where they were standing, chest to chest. Could feel a slight tremble in Leo's arms.
Could feel between Leo's legs, from where Raph had, at some point, shoved his knee against his crotch.
And they both stared at each other, as if that would somehow save them from the reality. That Leo had just fucking moaned into the space between them, like he was in some sort of shitty porno.
What the fuck.
"Oh my god," Leo whispered. "Get off me."
Raph didn't move.
His heart was thrumming- leftover adrenaline from the fight? Leftover anger from his fit? Or maybe it was just that sound. He didn't know. His heart was beating like a snare drum and Leo's was too, and Leo was trying to shove his way out of Raph's grip but Raph wouldn't let him go. Couldn't.
He didn't move.
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Raph get off. I-"
"Did you just-"
"Shut up!" Leo whined, giving up on getting his hands free to instead hide his face in his elbows. Leo squirmed against the wall, almost unable to move, pinned down in more than one place. He babbled something about how Raph was being a jerk, about how 'that never happened' and 'you can never tell anyone about this oh my god I'll never live it down'.
Raph, experimentally, shifted his leg.
Leo jolted, and then he whined. He tensed again, stunned, before uncovering his face to glare at Raph, scandalized.
"Raph! What the hell is wrong with you?!" He yelped, though it sounded more like a squeak in Raph's ears. Raph didn't answer. His face still blank, he started moving his leg in slow, jerky motions. Leo's face flashed through a million different expressions before landing on something desperate, biting his lip and pressing his eyes shut. He threw his head back with a muffled groan. It was shamefully erotic.
Woah.
Raph's leg stuttered but kept moving. Slow, rough movements into the bottom of Leo's shell. Was he actually doing this right now? Grinding his leg against his brother?
Did he like it?
Well, if the heat flushing through him was any indication, the answer was yes. Yes, absolutely. But that was… that was weird. He shouldn't do that. Shouldn't like it. He should stop touching Leo, probably, stay on his own side of the closet…
But god did Leo look good like this.
And he sounded it too, fuck.
He kept whimpering under his breath like he was trying not to moan out loud again. Panting, so loud even over the sound of the speakers outside.
And Raph's head was a cloud, too full of feelings to think straight and too tipsy to bother trying. He felt like he'd been melting in a sauna all day, overheated and dizzy with it.
And. To be fair. Leo did want to get in on some action today. It was only fair to him, right? Even if it wasn't with April…
Raph loosened his grip on Leo's hands, giving enough slack for him to pull his hands down if he wanted.
"I mean… I guess there are worse places to be…" Raph mumbled. He let himself lean forward, all the way into Leo's space. Shoved his head into the space Leo's where Leo's neck met his shoulder and breathed deep to smell-
Arousal. God, it was fucking strong. Their pheromones were a good indicator of their feelings on any given day and Raph knew most of their scents by heart. He knew Leo's smell like the back of his hand. But this, this was new. This was hot and heady and strong against Raph's nose and he couldn't help but lean into Leo's neck for more of it. Fuck. Fucking hell. Leo made a little keening noise and Raph churred in response.
"Hhn- R- Raph! Raph stop! That's- we shouldn't-"
Shouldn't, but they already were. And like on the coach, Leo was making a lot of arguments that Raph had sort of expected. But Raph could feel him grinding back down on his leg. And when Raph let go of Leo's arms to grab his hips for better leverage, Leo didn't push him away. Just grabbed his shoulders and hung on.
Raph hummed into Leo's neck, just at the edge of his shitty Space Heroes shirt. It was intoxicating. Or maybe Raph was intoxicated. But then again, he didn't have that much to drink…
Impulsively, he took the meat of Leo's trapezius between his teeth and bit down.
Leo moaned.
They both jolted from the sound of it- too fucking loud. Leo's hand slapped over his mouth and Raph's hand followed- just for good measure. He took a step back and had to take a moment to fucking breathe the clean air- only it wasn't clean, it still just smelled of Leo.
Jesus Christ. Good fucking god. What the hell were they doing?
No, scratch that, what the hell was Raph doing? He didn't feel like that for Leo! Shit, he wasn't even gay! What- he heard one suspicious sound and now he's fiending for dick? What the fuck?
Panting in the darkness, they went back to staring at each other. This time, neither really knew what to say. Should they just- pretend this didn't happen? That Raph didn't just basically try to molest his older sibling in Chris Bradford's tiny ass closet? It's not like they were going to talk about it.
Or at least, Raph wasn't planning on it.
"I… fuck. I'm sorry dude," he winced, pulling his hand back. Leo's chest heaved, only flinching slightly as he undoubtedly scented Raph's twin arousal in the air.
His arousal.
Fuck, he was turned on by this, wasn't he?
Raph hadn't even really processed the sudden tightness in his shell or the cloudiness in his own head, too wrapped up in Leo. But he was almost hard enough to slip out of his plastron- and he hadn't even been touched at all. It was like some switch had flipped in his brain, saying get out there and fuck your brother.
Should he?
He shook his head. Obviously not. He was going insane. Why would he even ask that?
"Are you…" Leo croaked, and Raph's gaze refocused on his shivering form. "Are you also…"
Raph flushed, dropping eye contact. Leo's right hand still rested on Raph's shoulder, his left clutching his shirt with a white knuckled grip. He shook- genuinely, like an anxious rabbit. Fuck. How badly had Raph fucked things up? Oh god- Leo probably hated him. What was wrong with him?
"I'm sorry-" he stumbled, pressing his back against the wall to get away from Leo- not that there was much space. They were still only a few inches away from each other. "I didn't- I wasn't thinking. We can just pretend that didn't-"
"Have you done that before?"
Silence again, and this time it was Leo stuttering.
"Not that like- is that a weird question? That's a weird question. Forget that, pretend I didn't say anything. I was just, like- you seemed really confident for a moment there and I was really caught off guard-"
"Leo," Raph stated dumbly. "I just felt you up and bit you, and that's the first thing you ask? Fucking priorities man! What the hell?"
Leo went so red Raph could see it in the darkness, a familiar pout in his expression.
"That's- what am I supposed to ask!? Why did you do it? It seems pretty obvious why you- you…"
Raph, insanely, began to laugh. Not even that. Began to giggle. Like some fucking schoolgirl. "You can't even finish the sentence-"
"Shut up!"
"Make me!"
And then they were quiet again.
The arguing was familiar- but the pause. The thick, unspoken tension… that was new. Raph didn't know what he'd meant by that. Usually, it would be an invitation for combat. But…
Leo's gaze flicked to his lips and Raph's heart stuttered. Was he? Like? Signaling something? Did Leo want something to happen? They were both horny as hell and it wasn't like they were moving for a bit… but Leo liked April, didn't he?
But what if he didn't? What if he did want this? Would he even be able to say it?
Maybe it was the alcohol killing his caution, or Leo's scent was fucking with his head. But Raph was far less disturbed by this situation than he should have been, and the fact that Leo wasn't taking his head off meant something was up. He didn't want to drop it. He didn't want to pretend nothing ever happened.
He sorta wanted to see where this would go.
And, well. It was Leo and Donnie's jobs to be the boring ones. Raph was supposed to be having a fun time.
"I haven't… no. I uh, I haven't done that before." He said eventually. Leo's gaze flickered. He was still tense. Wasn't he always? Maybe this could help him… chill out.
Impulsively, Raph's hands itched towards Leo's hips again. He came up off the wall and reentered Leo's space.
Leo didn't say anything. His hand tightened on Raph's arm.
"Although… maybe we could try it out? I'm not April, but… since we're already in here."
Leo gulped, but he didn't push Raph away. Was that a good sign?
He let his fingers grab at the edge of Leo's plastron, raised his knee between his legs again. Not high enough to touch in between Leo's legs, but it was enough to brush against quivering thighs. Invading his space, maybe- but hey, Leo seemed into it before.
"I… uh. I-" Leo stammered for a few moments, unable to look Raph in the eyes. He was blushing. Red enough that Raph could see it even in the darkness of the closet. It was sorta cute. Since when did Raph find Leo cute?
Leo gulped down heaving breaths, refusing to make eye contact. Unconsciously, Raph started rubbing circles into his hips, brain lingering on the way Leo's breath hitched and his body shuddered. It was so hot. God, this was so hot. Raph had never been so turned on in his life.
Leo's head fell back again, eyes shut, and Raph took the opportunity to get back to his spot against Leo's neck. He could taste the excitement in the air- and he could smell Leo's anxiety, his brain working overtime to convince him to stop this before it went any further.
Well, Raph couldn't have that, could he? Not after everything it had taken to get to this point.
Slowly, clumsily, without any idea what he was doing, Raph pressed kisses along Leo's neck. He felt Leo whimper as his head tilted to the side, giving Raph the space to do what he wanted. Through the fog in his head, Raph thought that Leo's acceptance felt sweeter than any candy he'd ever tasted. He felt so good, this close, shaking and whining like a dog underneath Raph.
One of Leo's hands grabbed the back of Raph's skull, pushing him to more sensitive spots, and Raph licked over it again, before slowly, slowly biting down. Leo made another noise, unidentifiable except for being needy, and Raph felt his legs snap shut around Raph's thigh. Trying to hide himself.
"Mm… Raph, this is- ah- so messed up…" Leo murmured. He kept Raph's head pressed against his collar. Hypocrite.
"You keep saying that. I don't hear you telling me to stop though."
Leo shuddered as Raph bit sucked a bruise into another area of his skin, enjoying the way the scales tasted. "It's- hahh! A bit hard when you're- ah! Raph!"
Raph groaned, addicted to the way Leo moaned when he did something new. He tried to shove his leg up, to start grinding against Leo's plastron again, only to growl in frustration as Leo's clamped legs kept him in place. While he did love the feeling of his thighs pressed against Raph's own, even through the layers of fabric…
Leo squeaked as Raph's hands left his hips to instead grab his legs and pull them apart. Before Leo could push him away, he was settling between his spread thighs and grinding up filthily.
Oh, fuck.
Both of them gasped in tandem, Leo's scrabbling against Raph's shoulders and both of them shaking, pulling each other impossibly closer.
Fuck.
If Raph thought he could drop watching before… god, it was nothing in comparison to this. He made abrupt, jerky movements with his hips, unable to keep a coherent pace. It felt like an out of body experience.
Leo was impossibly hot. He grinded back down against Raph with shaky ah, ah, ahs, legs in a vice grip around him, smelling so good it made Raph dizzy. They were whining loudly into each other's space, building heat too fast- but god, it was so good. Raph couldn't stop for anything. Not now, not with Leo practically begging him for more.
His head spun. From alcohol or horniness or both, he couldn't tell. He felt like a spell had been cast over him. He couldn't process anything except Leo, Leo, Leo.
"Ngn- ah, Raphraphraphraph-"
"God, fuck. Le-oh. Pants- take off- take-"
Leo threw an arm around Raph's shoulders and the other grazed down his shirt, fumbling with the zipper of his own jeans and pawing at the fabric of Raph's sweats. He whined absently, managed to pull his limbs together enough to shove Raph's sweatpants down to his thighs, before pushing him back just the slightest.
"Let me- help me take them off. C'mon, c'mon-"
Raph groaned, forcing himself to pause for a moment to pull his hips away from heaven, grabbing Leo's jeans with both hands and pulling hard. Leo jumped with the movement, kicking desperately. The moment they'd slipped off one leg, Raph was back in his place. Where he fucking belonged.
He snarled as he picked Leo up, slamming their hips back together and dropping with a slick sound. Leo cried out, wrapped his legs around Raph and dropped just as easily.
It was so wet. It was insane. Insane.
Raph couldn't think. He couldn't fucking breathe. He might have been talking- he'd never be able to tell. Leo was babbling something and Raph hissed at him to shut up. He grabbed Leo's stupid shirt and pulled it up, shoving it at Leo's face until he could bite into it and muffle his loud noises.
It was a shame to miss out on them. Next time, Raph would find somewhere private, so he could make Leo scream as loud as he wanted.
(He ignored the rational part of his brain with a practiced ease. The part that said there would be no next time. He didn't think he could live if there wasn't a next time. Nothing would ever fucking compare to this.)
They were both dripping. Raph leaned back a millimeter to rest his head against Leo's plastron, watching their dicks slide together between them. It looked unreal- or maybe Raph just wasn't processing it. Leo's plastron shone with precum and slick, soaking Raph's hoodie and dripping down their legs. They moved against one another in slow, hard movements. Humping each other like they couldn't get enough.
And then Leo dropped his shirt, pulled Raph's head up and kissed him.
Warm, was the first thing he thought. Then he promptly forgot how to use his brain at all. Instinct took over. He shoved his mouth against Leo's in time with his thrusts and Leo opened up willingly, still making his frantic, needy noises. He was so fucking warm. And he was even warmer inside, when Raph's tongue slipped between his lips.
There was no room for shame about their awkwardness, or questioning their inexperience. They both just moved. Instinctual. Animal. They pulled each other so close Raph couldn't tell where his own limbs ended and where Leo's began. It was all flesh, heat and endless pleasure.
He didn't know how long he spent there. In reality, it was probably embarrassingly short. But in that timeless moment, he could have been attached to Leo for hours. Pulling and shoving and crying out into each others lips until-
The orgasm almost made Raph black out. He was unsteady, barely able to support himself- much less Leo. Despite the darkness he saw nothing but white. Every part of him tingled with mind numbing pleasure, so intense he swore he ascended.
It took him genuine minutes to even register his own body again. His arms had, at some point, migrated to lean on the wall against Leo's head. His legs shook, but kept upright nonetheless. His dick twitched against their stomachs, softening slightly.
He managed to pull together his brain enough to drag an arm away from the wall and check on Leo.
His brother was gasping for air underneath him, head resting on Raph's shoulder. He gripped Raph tight enough to bruise- not that he cared in the slightest. It was almost better, that pain- it helped ground him to the only thing that mattered, right now. To keep him close to Leo.
One of his legs had fallen to the ground and was helping Raph keep them upright. The other was still trembling around Raph's hip. They both tensed and untensed in pulsing bursts. Leo's whole body tensed in a slow, beating rhythm.
In time with his dick. Which Raph realized was still coming, in slow bursts.
He looked down to watch it. To see the absolute mess between them, barely visible from the light in the door, but still impossible to miss. They were soaked. Raph knew that he could come a lot from experience, but Jesus Christ.
He supposed having the best orgasm he'd ever experienced would do that to a guy.
They breathed into the space, taking comfort in each other's scents until Raph felt like enough of his brain had recovered to push away from Leo, and see him face to face.
He was barely a breath away when he paused, breath hitching at Leo's expression.
Fuck, he looked ruined. His lips were puffy and wet, from their making out earlier. Tears stained his face, glinting around eyes that looked glazed and dizzy. His whole face- hell his whole body- was slack, still trying to reboot from… everything that just happened.
What the hell even just happened?
Raph couldn't say.
They stayed there for a moment in silence. Breathing. Trying to wrap their heads around the events of the past few minutes (had it really only been a few minutes?). At some point, Leo's hand pawed for Raph's, and they grabbed each other tightly. A quiet comfort.
Eventually, Raph felt stable enough to open his mouth again.
"…Wow."
He almost sobered up entirely. Just to mentally smack himself.
Wow. Really? He just had the most mind blowing sex (was it sex?) with his own brother, in the closet of some random guy's house, after what could constitute as the world's most stupid argument, and all he had to say was wow? Nice going, Raph.
Only, it didn't seem to be that bad, because it made Leo giggle breathlessly across from him.
"Yeah… wow." He tilted so that his leg could slip down, and they both wobbled dangerously as their balance shifted. "That was…"
Leo apparently couldn't find the right word to use. Raph didn't mind. He knew what Leo meant.
They breathed in each other's air for a moment before Leo muttered quietly under his breath, grabbing his shirt and using it to wipe off most of their… mess.
"I can't believe we just did that. You ruined my clothes."
Raph didn't have the energy for a full body laugh. He snickered with meaning.
"What!" Leo exasperatedly whispered. "It's true! I'm pretty sure you ripped my jeans. And I'm never wearing this shirt out again…"
Raph registered the movement slowing to a stop. Leo's hand tightened in his.
"Oh god. How are we going to hide this?"
Raph, who had up until this point been dozing in a peaceful bliss, abruptly snapped back to attention. Oh shit. How were they going to hide… everything? Both of them had come legitimate buckets on top of one another. Leo was intentionally playing up his neat freak tendencies, but he wasn't wrong about their clothes being messed up. And…
In the heat of the moment, he hadn't really been thinking. But there was no chance in hell he hadn't marked Leo's neck up at least a little bit.
"Dude. We're so fucked," he inhaled. Leo squeaked across from him, finally dropping his hand to shove at his shoulder.
"Don't say that! Now I'm even more stressed!"
Raph snorted, bumping his leg into Leo's and watching his outline stumble. "What do you want me to say? Am I supposed to just lie to you? Man, I don't fucking know!"
"You could have been a little more optimistic!"
"Are you serious."
"This whole situation is unserious!" Leo finally spluttered, throwing his hands up. "How the heck did we even get here!"
Raph couldn't help it. He laughed. Tipping forward, he rested his forehead on the lip of Leo's plastron and cackled.
It was. The whole situation was deeply unserious. If Raph from three hours ago was told that tonight would end up with him making out and more with no fun, stuck up Leonardo, he would have had an aneurysm. And also probably tried to murder something. And maybe had an existential crisis. Funny, it seemed so irrelevant now.
It took a moment to register, but Leo's chest was shuddering underneath him. Laughing right along with him. He'd probably also had the realization of how batshit insane everything was. Raph couldn't help but feel warm at how relaxed Leo sounded.
Maybe they should have been more stressed, and more concerned about the implications of… all this. But Raph couldn't find it in himself to care. Leo was still his brother. Neither of them were shoving each other off with regret. Hell, they were getting along way better than they were, when they got in the closet in the first place.
And obviously, the sex was good too.
Their laughing tapered off and Leo started trying to wipe them off for real. Most of the stuff on Raph's hoodie was a lost cause, but at the very least, their pants were free of… most of the stains. Leo hadn't gotten much on his clothes, so he carefully kept his jeans out of the way while he used his shirt to mop up the worst of the mess.
Raph leaned happily into his space, letting Leo take care of the work. The feeling of his hands brushing against Raph's body was welcome, a gentle touch that he'd felt too little of, recently. Leo was always gentle. Except for when he was sparring. And when he was trying to drag his family out of trouble. And when he was panting into Raph's mouth, crying out in release-
Both of them paused as Raph's dick jumped, brushing against Leo's hand. Raph was abruptly reminded that he never fully softened. He'd bet Leo hadn't either.
"Shit," he muttered, annoyed. Usually it took more than one round for Raph to feel tired enough to slip back in his shell. Teenage hormones and all that… plus, the leftover scent of Leo's orgasm was definitely still fucking with his head. Usually that wasn't a big deal- if he was masturbating, he could always do more. But…
Leo coughed, and Raph watched him shuffle back slightly. Flushing, again. Horny? Or, god forbid, embarrassed? After everything they'd done?
"Um. Well. You uh… is that. A problem?"
Oh, definitely embarrassed. Raph would coo, but he feels like Leo might straight up kill him. He grunted, sagging a little in place. Now that he was thinking about it, he was extremely fucking horny. Damn it all.
"Fuck…" Raph swore quietly, and Leo's breath hitched. "Probably. You too?"
Leo made a noise that Raph genuinely didn't know how to interpret (did he swallow and squawk at the same time? Hello?) and coughed, shaking his head.
"No! No. I mean. I wasn't- I kinda am now. But before-"
"Okay, but you're still hard?" Raph interrupted. Leo cringed imperceptibly.
"…Yeah."
Raph hummed. He leaned back into Leo's space teasingly and kicked his feet apart.
"Round two?"
Leo's hands smacked against Raph's biceps with how fast they came to grab him. Leo yelped, blushing again. And then he smacked Raph again.
"Wh- no way! There's no way we have time for that. They're letting us out soon!"
Raph shrugged. He ran his fingers down the seam of Leo's shell softly, felt the way his resolve swayed. "We can make it quick. I have a couple ideas."
A couple was understating it. Now that the opportunity had been granted to him, Raph felt like his mind had expanded to possibilities beyond what he ever could have dreamed of. He wanted to fuck Leo eight ways to Sunday and then maybe let Leo fuck him a couple times too. On every surface of their house. And school. And patrol route.
But one thing at a time.
Leo was obviously debating himself, caught between what his body needed and what he knew the consequences would be if they were caught. Eventually, it must have registered to him that it didn't matter when the door opened. If he went for a second round now, they'd at least have a chance to tuck themselves back in. If he didn't, they'd both be stuck with their dicks out anyways.
"…Fine. Uh… what did you have in mind?"
Raph grinned deviously.
Raph shoved his fingers in Leo's mouth, turning his next moan into an audible whimper.
"You know, for someone who complains about getting caught, you sure are fucking loud."
Leo whined, tensing his thighs and squirming as Raph continued to thrust.
The air in the closet was thin- Raph was almost lightheaded, feeling like every breath was another dose of an aphrodisiac. He could only smell sex and sweat and Leo's scent beneath it all.
Leo panted, stealing the oxygen from the already tight space. Pressed up with his chest against the wall, he didn't have much by means of movement. He could only stay still and take whatever Raph gave him. It was an intoxicating power high, the same kind Raph had felt when he had Leo pinned down on the floor earlier. Only, now one hand was in Leo's mouth, and one was jerking him off in rough motions, and his dick was sliding between Leo's thighs with just enough friction to drive him insane.
Leo was slick all over. He was hot all over. Raph was obsessed with the feel of him, perfectly molded against Raph's own body. He kept whining around Raph's fingers. Small, keening noises that drove him insane. Raph couldn't tell if he was doing it on purpose- all the evidence pointed towards Leo genuinely being that desperate in bed. The though filled Raph with an almost primal hunger. A need to possess. To be the only one who learns that fact, the only one to ever hear Leo like this.
If he could, he'd bite Leo in the back of the neck. Stake a proper claim with a mark that wouldn't fade for months, just so that he could do it all over again. But their shells were too big- he couldn't reach Leo's neck from their position. So instead, he settled for holding him harder, moving faster, and biting at the lip of his carapace.
Heat. It was all heat. They were feverish with lust, burning with overstimulated pain and pleasure. Melting into each other. Raph felt like a demon crawling back into hell- only that hell was the best kind of indulgence, a perfect prison, crafted with his own lust. He was dying, maybe. Or ascending to another plane.
Leo groaned, turning his head to look back at Raph with hazy eyes. He looked brainless. Raph might genuinely have fucked him stupid- if he did, he'd carry that win until the day he fucking died. He grabbed Leo's face and shoved it into the wall, delighted in the easy way Leo accepted it.
Every thrust slipped between the small gap where Leo's legs met… and ran along the Leo's hole, still dripping from before his dick dropped. The temptation to rut into it- to slip into Leo and fuck him properly- was a visceral thing in Raph's chest. He wanted it. So fucking badly. He didn't know if he had time. Didn't know if Leo wanted it- if it would ruin this already phenomenal moment. He was almost scared to risk it.
It wasn't part of the plan. He was supposed to be content with thigh fucking him. But Raph could only remember how hot Leo's mouth was, when he'd first slipped tongue. And the lingering need was so consuming he didn't know what to do with it. He wanted Leo fully. He wanted everything he could have.
"Hhh, fuck- Leo? Are you- h- hold on."
He slowed down and Leo made a sound like a wounded animal. One of his hands came off the wall to grab Raph's arm, hard enough to dig crescent moons into his skin. Raph cooed, soothing, but kept bringing down the tempo regardless.
Leo sobbed, when he eventually slowed down enough to breathe.
"Close- close- Raph please don't stop don't stop I-"
"I know," Raph gasped. "I know. Leo I want to fuck you. Please. Please, let me fuck you. I'm so-"
"Shut up and do it-" Leo hissed, pushing back against Raph with a vengeance. "If you don't finish this I'm going to kill you. Keep going."
Well that was easy.
Getting the hint, Raph pulled back to line himself up. He forced Leo's legs open (nudged them, and watched Leo willingly step into place) and grinded against his hole.
Now that he was there, Raph was starting to doubt. Did Leo need prep? Should Raph make sure he was stretched enough? He-
Leo arched back, and suddenly Raph was in him.
Tight. It was so fucking tight. Leo made a choked off sound. Raph's eyes almost went back in his skull, and he bit his tongue through a moan.
Leo was tight and hot and pliant around him. Fuck, Raph almost came just from entering. It was like a wet dream, slipping into impossible softness. He got almost halfway through before Leo sobbed, pulling away until Raph almost all the way out of him.
And then Raph pushed, and Leo pulled, and his whole length was inside of him. Inside of Leo.
"Holy shit. Holy shit. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god."
Leo whined again and Raph almost startled, snapping back to his face and withering at the sight of tears.
"Leo? Are you-"
"Raph," Leo whined, shuffling back and forth and making Raph see stars. "Need you. Need you, please. Move, please."
Raph shuddered. He didn't ever think he'd obeyed one of Leo's orders so fast.
Leo shook beneath him, hole tightening in pulses, and it took all of Raph's willpower to manage a few thrusts without coming again. He took to slow, deliberate movements, grabbing Leo's shell to help them both thrust in sync.
It felt like his entire world condensed yet again to the two bodies in the closet. Leo was moving to meet his thrusts, slipping together to perfectly slam their hips together. Raph picked up the pace, panting heavily, growling into Leo's shell, and they both churred when they went fast enough for their hips to meet with satisfying smacks.
Raph hissed as he felt Leo clench, wanting to lean forwards but unable to, with Leo's carapace in the way. Without a thought, he grabbed one of Leo's legs and lifted, letting it settle against the wall and-
Leo cried out, entire body tensing.
"Oh! Ah! Ah- ah- that's- there! Fuck, Raph, right there! Harder, harder, haah-"
Raph complied, using the new position to grab Leo's leg and shell, and fucking into him hard. It was probably too loud- both of them were churring properly now, and Leo was babbling nonsense again, and Raph didn't fucking care. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else could possibly, ever matter.
He was getting too close too quickly. The overstimulation was sparking along his nerves, hellfire in his system. He shuddered against it, pace growing sloppy and spastic. The hand on Leo's shell went instead to his face, shoving him into the wall. Leo sobbed, continuing to meet Raph's trusts. He had to be close. Raph wanted them to come together. He wanted to come in Leo. He wanted to come.
Fuck, he wasn't going to last.
With a snarl, he hooked his elbow under the leg, pulled Leo up and started jerking him off again. Leo chirped, and Raph watched in slow motion as his eyes rolled back and his mouth dropped open and-
"Raph!"
They came.
The thrusting grew sloppy, each pump feeling like it lasted a million years and a micro-instant at the same time. Leo sobbed openly, lurching forward and back like he couldn't tell if he wanted to feel Raph keep coming or get away from it. Raph kept pumping Leo until he sobbed for him to stop, pushing him away with shaking hands.
He felt faint. Two seconds away from passing out. Leo looked no better- in fact, he looked more destroyed than before. His whole face was red. Hell, his whole body looked red- from the marks on his neck to the bruises on his legs and the flush on his ass…
God, his ass. Raph pulled out just slightly and Leo shivered, come trickling out of his hole and down his legs. He looked fucking used. Raph almost got hard again at the sight. He forced the temptation down. They really didn't have time.
It was a good look though. If Leo let him, he'd take pictures. Maybe some other time.
"Fuck… you good?"
Leo made a noise, sort of pathetic and small, still trembling against the wall. Raph dropped his leg and they both shuddered at the feeling of Raph's dick shifting, still inside Leo. He let it slip out and watched the come flow out of him.
Fuckkk. Yeah. A photo next time. He was never going to want to forget that image.
"I got you," Raph muttered, wrapping his arms around Leo and taking a moment to just hold him there. Leo sighed and made another chirp, seemingly tired (or maybe incapable) of using his words.
That was alright. Raph could deal.
"You sore?" Raph asked, dragging his hands over Leo's skin, cataloguing anywhere he might be hurt. His plastron was fine, if somehow more dirty than before. His arms were shaking, but otherwise unharmed. His legs… were probably fucked up. Raph kinda did a number on them- he'd be surprised if Leo didn't have any hand shaped bruises tomorrow.
And there was the matter of the tears.
But Leo shook his head, twisting unsteadily in Raph's grasp and shoving him against the wall so that he could use Raph as a proper support. He went easily, and was surprised when Leo leaned up and kissed him. Not hot and heavy like before, but gentle. Warming.
Well, emotionally warming. If Raph was any physically hotter he'd probably die of heatstroke.
Raph hummed into it. Soft and tired. He felt exhausted in the best way, floating through a happy buzz. He sluggishly wiped the worst of the mess with his and Leo's shirts, but honestly, it was a lost cause. Best he could do was clean up their hands and legs.
Leo let him do whatever with a blank, fucked out gaze. Raph wondered if he'd be alright to go to school tomorrow. They could cross that bridge when they got to it.
They shuffled together in the dark, not bitter and biting like before. Comfortable. They dressed one another with lingering hands and kissed softly whenever they got close enough.
It was… nice. Really nice.
The haziness in Leo's eyes didn't fade- but when all was said and done, he managed to speak through a dopey smile.
"That was fun."
Raph churred in agreement. Pleased that Leo liked it. His confidence was going to be through the roof for the next month. First time fucking someone and he did great, thank you very much.
It helped that it was Leo.
"Yeah. Yeah, it was. We should do it again some time."
Leo hummed sleepily, resting his head against Raph's shoulder. "Maybe."
Raph pressed his beak to Leo's forehead, loving. His head spun.
"Yeah. Maybe in some place with a little more space though."
"Oh for sure. I'm never getting in a closet again. Never."
Raph snickered. "Yeah. Surprised they haven't let us out yet. It's definitely been more than seven minutes."
"You think they forgot about us?"
"I mean-"
A wail disrupted their quiet conversation. Both of them tensed imperceptibly, shutting up to listen closer.
Beeps sounded from outside. The wailing continued.
They leaned back to stare at one another.
"…Are those the cops?"
In a series of comedic errors, their escape from the closet went completely unnoticed. The kids that hadn't bailed on the party were finding increasingly convoluted ways to sneak out of the apartment, with limited success. None of them noticed the two ninjas (clumsily) breaking the lock, finding a window and scaling the side of the building.
And in a wonderful twist of fate, it was fucking pouring outside.
Not wonderful because they liked the rain. They despised it. But with the rain staining their clothes and washing away their sins, the evidence of The Closet was as good as gone.
As they stumbled outside, a couple streets down from where the police were parked, they giggled stupidly about their luck. Leo was halfway convinced they'd get caught anyways, but Raph brushed him off ("There's no way they're not going to smell us!" "In this weather? No way, dude!").
They were distracted by the sound of shouting from behind them.
"Guys! You made it out! Leeeeeooooo, Raaaaaphieeee!!"
Turning around, they were greeted with the sight of Donnie, Mikey and April jogging towards them. Or rather, Mikey was jogging over, while Donnie and April dashed between bus stops and doorways, trying to escape the rain.
"You guys totally ditched us!" Donnie yelled as he almost slipped on a stray can. "We were waiting for you for ages!"
"Dude, you guys were still in there? I thought you left!" Raph hollered back, catching Mikey easily when he threw himself at Raph.
His little brother laughed openly, unbothered by the bad weather. "We were waiting for you guys to get out, but the guys kinda forgot about you. Then the cops showed up, like, fifteen minutes ago. And everyone was totally freaking out, so we snuck out through the window ninja style."
"The one in the kitchen? We did the same thing." Leo hugged Mikey too. Raph caught how he winced slightly when Mikey came in contact with his gross chest- and how he buckled from the weight. Leo caught him grinning and glared at him, but it came across as more of a pout.
"You guy are so weird. I took the door. You know, like a normal person?" April called out, holding her jacket over her head. She and Donnie admitted defeat to the downpour, walking out in the open to meet the other turtles.
"We're not normal people," they chorused. April sighed loudly while the rest of them laughed.
Mikey gasped, standing up suddenly. "Oh dude. Your neck looks gnarly."
Leo stared back at him blankly for a moment, before his eyes widened in realization and he stammered uncomfortably. "Wh- huh? Oh, you mean- oh. Yeah. Uhh-"
"Was that from the fight?" Donnie asked, getting closer to poke at his skin. "You look like you lost to a bear. That's crazy. It didn't look like you were beating each other up that badly."
"The fight?" Leo asked, eyes wide. Raph coughed, slipping next to him and throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"Yeah. The fight. I fucked him up, didn't I? We kinda went for a second round in the closet, but we're chill now. Right Leo?"
Leo stumbled again, barely managing an agreeing sound.
"Ohh, so that's what those noises were," Mikey said. "Dude, I thought you were killing him in there. Never lock these two in a small room alone, they won't survive it."
"Actually though."
Raph laughed. He kept his arm around Leo as they started walking, back in the direction of the lair. The conversation continued around them like nothing was amiss- and to be fair, nothing really was. Their family had been pretty convinced. Raph could punch a wall with excitement.
Splinter would probably kill them once they got home, but Raph couldn't find it in him to care. Everything that had happened today was a fun time. And clearly, his brothers had a great time too. Was he going to be sore and tired tomorrow? Probably. Hungover? Most likely.
Fuck, Raph was not making it to his boxing class tomorrow.
Oh well. At least the party was fun.