Time Out - Chapter Two

Turtlecest, yaoi, slash, whatever you want to call it. It is totally here.

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Warning: If turtles touchin' each other isn't for you, then continuing to scroll down might make your head explode.

Another Warning: I'm a researcher, not a writer. I meddle in details. I swim in details. I bathe in details. I drown in details. I can not turn it off, I've tried. Don't hate!

Time Out - Chapter Two – Donatello

Donatello, provoked by Michelangelo's soft moans, moved his attention to his brother's neckline and slowly traced his tongue to the base. He inhaled his lover's enthralling scent for a moment before continuing along Michelangelo's shoulder, placing a few kisses along the way. He enjoyed Michelangelo's warm hand that had found its way to his the back of his neck. It squeezed only slightly with each kiss Donatello delivered.

Once reaching the end of his brother's shoulder, Donatello proceeded down his arm, still planting a few kisses between the tongue lashings as he descended. The hand on the back of his neck had shifted to the top of Donatello's head. He still relished in the warmth it provided.

Donatello licked over one of Michelangelo's fingers and it followed his tongue like a lost puppy. Then he took the digit into his mouth, gently caressing it with his tongue. His eyes shifted up, though his head remained steady. Gazing up at his brother, he released the finger from his lips just a little and then pulled it back into his mouth. Michelangelo's face was priceless. The turtle stared down at his brother with the utmost attention, mouth slightly agape from the show. His face was also slightly tinted red from arousal. He did not appear to blink. Donatello internally smiled and took a second finger into his mouth, never breaking his gaze from his baby brother.

His hands began to wander along Michelangelo's lower region. One found a thigh to grasp onto and taunt, but the other continued to pass by that certain sensitive area. Each time Donatello's hand drifted by, Michelangelo's breath would hitch. He gave Michelangelo's two fingers one last swirl with his tongue before releasing the hand from his mouth entirely. He loved the gazed over stare and desire-filled expression he brought to Michelangelo's face. Of course, his own eyes sent up a similar message to his brother.

Donatello licked at Michelangelo's lower plastron and Michelangelo finally averted his eyes with a groan. Slowly, Michelangelo's hard shaft dropped from his shell. Donatello's eyes still watched Michelangelo's face as he tasted the side of his enlarged member. Michelangelo's arms both grasped at the wall for leverage and he peaked one eye down to the show Donatello was performing for him.

Donatello smiled up at him and suddenly had most of Michelangelo's shaft in his mouth. Michelangelo moaned from the comfortable heat that surrounded his erection. As he had done with his little brother's fingers, Donatello moved his head up and down, encircling the throbbing flesh with his tongue in a quick pattern. He watched Michelangelo's expressions and could not help the lowering of his own trapped cock. As he continued to pleasure Michelangelo's shaft, his hand moved up and down his own.

Michelangelo leaned heavily on the wall behind him and Donatello sought to use that to his advantage. With both hands, he gently tapped behind Michelangelo's knees, and Michelangelo obeyed the intention and slowly slid down the wall. When Michelangelo hit the floor, Donatello gave his cock one last caress before pulling his mouth away. He moved one finger towards Michelangelo's back entrance, delicately pinching his tail in the process.

"Donnie..." Michelangelo blinked a few times as if trying to pull back some of his concentration. "I wanna be on top." He shyly said.

Donatello looked up at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" He shifted his head slightly.

Michelangelo took a deep breath and continued. "I want to be on top. That's exactly what I mean." Michelangelo smiled and his eyes brightened, as if proud of himself for finding the courage to say it.

Donatello's mind jumped from thought to thought as the request processed. "Did I do something wrong?" Donatello shy-ed back and rubbed his wrist with his other hand.

"No, no way, bro." Michelangelo overemphasized his head shake like he often did. "I just want to try it out. No time like the present!" Michelangelo assured.

Donatello's brow crunched a little. "It… you got to know what you're doing, or else.."

Michelangelo jumped up in between Donatello's knees and established himself firmly. "I was your practice dummy, dummy..." Donatello leaned back as Michelangelo invaded his personal space. His head was swimming with surprise and his eyes apparently reflected the same.

"Don't you trust me?" Michelangelo was leaning over Donatello now, with a look in his eyes Donatello barely recognized as a trait of his little brother. He had a good point, though. Mikey. Good point. That usually did not start off a situation well.

"Of course I do, Mikey." Donatello had the whine in his voice again. He could not help it around his baby brother. And the gleam in Michelangelo's eyes meant he noticed, too. The whine meant Michelangelo was going to win. Not that Donatello had planned to put up much of a fight in the first place. Well, he had not planned anything at all up to this point.

Michelangelo snickered close to Donatello's neck. Donatello felt his hot breath and his mind was clouding again. "I'm the baby. I always get what I want." Michelangelo nipped along his older brother's neck and Donatello lowered himself backwards. Was Michelangelo supposed to be so seductive?

Donatello felt the heat in his face return when Michelangelo wrapped his hand around his half-mast cock. With a few loving strokes from his little brother, he was ready to go again despite their previous interruption. "We… we have to do it right." Donatello gave Michelangelo a serious glance.

"Right." Michelangelo collected the natural lubricant from Donatello's cock and lathered one of his fingers. "Ready when you are, Webster." Michelangelo beamed another smile.

Donatello tried not to concentrate on the hidden nervousness behind Michelangelo's features. He was a wreck the first time he entered Michelangelo, and he totally understood. "Okay, Mikey. I'm going to turn over. It'll be easier for you." Donatello skittishly remembered their first time together. It had not been easy for either of them, though the recipient could be in for a decent amount of pain. "...and me." Donatello followed through with his plan. He shifted onto his knees and turned his backside to Michelangelo.

He ignored the slight shake he felt in Michelangelo's hand when he placed it on his hip for balance. Michelangelo delayed. "It's okay, Mikey." Donatello comforted and he felt his little brother's hand pull up his tail. He had no idea if he was prepared for this.

Donatello tried his best to remain relaxed as a large finger tried to invade his entrance. Definitely a new experience. He clinched his teeth and ignored the awkward feeling of the probing digit. He was not going to do anything to derail his baby brother, if he could avoid it.

"Well." Michelangelo started behind him. "This is different." He moved the finger in and out. Donatello was finally growing used to the motion.

"You have to…"

"I know, I know." Michelangelo interrupted. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Donatello stated matter-of-fact-like.

Michelangelo hesitated one last second before he angled his finger inside Donatello. Donatello felt the irregular motions and slight stinging, but did not verbalize any protest. A reassuring hand squeezed his hip each time Donatello was stretched differently. When the finger pulled all the way out of him, Donatello held his breath.

"Here goes two, bro." Michelangelo warned as he eased the first one back in with little resistance. The second, on the other hand, appeared to be unwelcome. Donatello's head hit the floor but he did not make a sound. He had yet to breathe out. He willed his body to relax but it was more difficult than the first time. Eventually, though, Michelangelo managed to push past clinched skin and Donatello kept the unpleasantness to himself. He breathed again once the feeling grew less uncomfortable.

Donatello's ears perked up when he heard a slight gasp from Michelangelo when he started to stroke his own cock. He felt the nudge from Michelangelo aligning himself. The hand on his hip tightened. Hesitation again. "I trust you, Mikey."

Michelangelo slowly slid his cock into the stretched opening, delaying each time Donatello flinched. His grip on Donatello's hip was relentless, and the other hand was attached to Donatello's shell. Donatello held is breath again from the mounting, uncomfortable pressure building up inside him. Michelangelo's shaking was more noticeable now, though most likely from the restraint necessary to not tear up Donatello's insides from lack of control. Gradually, he pulled out, and pushed in again. He repeated this several times, and each time Donatello's body resisted less and less. And so he pushed in further. And a little further. And a little faster.

Donatello could not help but to yelp when Michelangelo hit something new. Having his prostate stroked was an absolutely new and pleasing sensation, but all too fleeting, much to Donatello's disappointment.

"You okay?" Michelangelo had dead stopped his movements after Donatello's reaction.

"Do that again." Donatello shot back over his shoulder. He caught a silly smile on Michelangelo's face.

Michelangelo continued his efforts with more confidence behind his movements. His excitement skyrocketed with each noise he squeezed out of his mate. Donatello actually started to move with Michelangelo, increasing his pleasure even more. Michelangelo hit just that right spot and Donatello cried out once more.

"If you keep making those...nng... noises, this isn't gonna last very long, eh.. Donnie..." Michelangelo's voice struggled to find some
ounce of normalcy but the strain was apparent.

If irony was fatal, Donatello would be a goner.

"Mikey you… you gotta try and think of something else." Donatello never thought he'd ever say this to his younger brother. "Gotta
get... get your mind offaaaya er... off what you are doing." Donatello lowered his head and bit into his own wrist guard.

"How the heck can I think about something else?" Michelangelo struggled to keep his voice calm.

Donatello's voice was not so lucky. "Gotta... ah... gotta... distract." Donatello's eyes snapped shut. "Just think... think about whatever distracts you... you at practice."

"This is what I think about at practice, Donnie." Michelangelo shot back. He continued to pump himself into Donatello, struggling to remain in control.

Donatello's knees dropped down slightly when a foreign hand reached around his shaft. Even without Michelangelo stroking it, the thrusts he delivered from behind were more than enough to coax Donatello into biting down on his wrist guard again.

Michelangelo's plunges went deeper as he leaned more of his body weight onto Donatello. He started to be more audible and the hands on Donatello's hips were sweaty. Donatello moaned his encouragement for Michelangelo as words were failing him. In turn, Michelangelo started to move his hand holding Donatello's throbbing shaft slightly offbeat to the thrusts he was receiving on his back end.

The wrist guard currently lodged in Donatello's mouth made his shouting of Michelangelo's name sound more like muffled nonsense, but the meaning was clear. His body tensed up and Michelangelo pumped a white line of semen onto the floor under the turtle as he was brought to his blissful release.

Donatello all but collapsed after his happy ending, but remained steady as he felt Michelangelo clawing at his hips, as if the turtle was trying to give him even more. And then he went still; his hands squeezed Donatello's hips almost painfully. A slew of deep throated gibberish escaped Michelangelo's lips and Donatello felt the warm liquid released from Michelangelo flooding his interior.

Unlike Donatello, Michelangelo did collapse after his orgasm. He rested all of his weight on Donatello's shell and just stayed there, unmoving. His breathing was hard but calming down when Donatello opted to speak. "How'd it go?"

"That. Was amazing." Michelangelo hopped up, somehow full of energy after his performance.

Donatello turned over and leaned against the wall, avoiding the mess he had made earlier. Michelangelo practically hopped into his lap like an excited child. "Let's do it again!" Donatello could feel his little brother's tail wagging against his leg. He was thoroughly amused by his brother's reaction.

Donatello softly kissed Michelangelo on the nose. Michelangelo looked at him with hooded eyes that made him appear so lost in love, Donatello's heart couldn't help but melt. "What about Leo and Raph?"

"You think they'd wanna join, too?" Michelangelo grinned, obviously noticing the bolt of jealousy that shot out of Donatello's eyes.

"Let's go win this game first." Donatello pointed out. Michelangelo's face contorted back to serious business. Donatello wondered if he had actually forgot about the mission during their interlude.

"I bet Raph's got ants in his pants by now." Michelangelo jumped up and his brain started formulating their next move.

My little brother, the mastermind. Donatello thought again as he used the wall for leverage to stand up and jump back into the game from their little time out.

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