Bubbles
Leonardo was pacing indecisively around the living room. “Don, have you seen my mask?”
Donatello looked around, obviously expecting to spot it right away. Quite disappointed he shrugged and said: “No. Haven’t you got a spare one?”
“Uhh…”
Donatello sighed. “I get it, I’ll get you a new one. Now don’t disturb me please.”
Told off Leonardo left the living room to snoop around the upper levels. “Raph, have you seen my mask?”
Raphael glanced at him and just cackled. Immediately Leonardo decided to search the hot-head’s room when he was asleep, and confiscate the stash of alcohol he’d tolerated.
Strongly believing Splinter wouldn’t be happy to see that his favourite student had lost all his masks, Leonardo opted to ask Michelangelo, who was occupying the bathroom, first. “Mikey, have you seen my mask?”
“What’s that? I can’t hear you!” Michelangelo called through the door.
“I said,” Leonardo said opening it, “where are… my masks?” His jaw dropped open.
Bubbles... Bubbles everywhere. And among these bubbles sat Michelangelo. He was looking at Leo, baby-blue eyes wide as saucers. He was nibbling at a blue mask. Wrapped around his head was another blue mask. His forearm also sported a blue mask. So did his right thigh.
“All my masks…” Leonardo moaned, closing the door.
“Um, I’m washing them!” Michelangelo smiled, just slightly suspicious.
“That’s nice of you,” Leonardo managed to say, “but can’t you have left me one to use?” He ran a hand over his temple. “I feel a bit naked without it.”
“I’m naked and I don’t mind,” Michelangelo chirped, looking Leo up and down. The leader shifted his weight uncomfortably.
“You’re sitting in a bath,” he reminded Michelangelo.
Mikey’s face lit up. “So come sit with me!” he suggested, scooting over. Leonardo eyed him.
“I’ve already had a shower this morning.”
“Turtles are water creatures dude. And you love bathing!”
“We’re too big to fit in the bath.”
“It looks smaller because of the bubbles but there’s plenty of space here.”
“I’ll get a boner if I sit near you.”
“Even better, so will I!” Michelangelo said showing his erect penis-
Leonardo blinked and realised that he’d dreamed that last part up.
“Um…” he said smartly. Michelangelo splashed some bubbles on him, which Leonardo avoided. “…My katanas!” he blurted out. “They’re going to rust if I leave them here.”
“Okay,” Michelangelo shrugged, “leave them outside. I’ll wait for you.” Fishing a bubble blower out of the water, he began to make even more bubbles. Leonardo stealthily left the room.
“Found your mask Fearless?” Raphael asked him, appearing very casual.
Undoing his belt, Leonardo pulled his sash down and shoved his swords in Raphael’s hands. “Take care of these,” he ordered.
“Wha?” Raphael mumbled as his brother entered the bathroom again and closed the door.
“I want to ask Donnie to build me a bubble making machine,” Michelangelo said and blew a string of bubbles. “This just takes so~ long~”
“Don’t you think it’s a little silly request?” Leonardo asked taking his pads off. “I just saw him working downstairs and he seemed very busy.”
“Nah, Don loves bubbles too,” Michelangelo grinned. Seeing Leonardo about to get in the bath, he said: “Watch out, it’s slippery.”
“I’m a ninja,” Leonardo replied, settling down opposite Michelangelo. His little brother passed him the bubble blower.
“You’ll make bubbles while I wash your last mask,” he said earnestly. Leonardo took the blower, watching Michelangelo bring the blue cloth to his mouth.
“What are you doing?” he asked when Mikey began sucking it.
“Huh?” Those pretty blue eyes locked with his. “Told you, I’m washing it.”
“With your saliva?” Leonardo didn’t understand.
“Yeah, like Klunk does,” Michelangelo explained, amused that his brother was turning red.
“But he’s a cat…” Leonardo mumbled.
“And you know how clean he is all the time. That’s only because he washes himself,” Michelangelo nodded. Leonardo shook his head, making a mental note to wash his masks properly when they were done.
Having already mastered work with breath Leonardo quickly figured out the art of blowing as many bubbles as possible. Sending out chains of colourful spheres reminded him of meditation techniques…
Michelangelo chuckled when a bubble landed on his snout. He tried to burst more of them, and because the tub was slippery, he kept sliding down and sprawling out until his feet propped against Leo’s legs giving him needed leverage.
“Mikey that tickles,” Leonardo squirmed uneasily. Michelangelo’s toes rubbing against his thighs were breaking his composure.
“Hee,” Michelangelo giggled and waved his arm to catch more of the bubbles. “Make some more Leo,” he asked, eyes twinkling. Leonardo sighed and obliged. “Yahoo,” Michelangelo whooped happily, corner of Leo’s mask still hanging from his mouth.
Leonardo noticed that he was chewing it tenderly, letting his saliva soak it and then sucking it out, and he saw Michelangelo’s pink tongue roll against the blue cloth… How he wished it was his dick instead…
Michelangelo on the other hand realised Leo was staring at him, a hungry gleam in his eyes and his tongue often darting out to wet his lips. He was still blowing strings of bubbles but they were getting shorter as if he was running out of breath. Michelangelo liked where this was going.
Leonardo had just started blowing when Michelangelo started to pull his legs under him so he couldn’t tell him to be careful not to slip. By the time the chain of bubbles was finished and Leonardo could take a breath to say it – Michelangelo slipped and fell over.
Leo’s reflexes were faster than his mind – he caught Michelangelo before he crashed into him but Mikey strained his neck to reach out and kissed him.
It was a mere brush of their lips and Leonardo quickly wondered if he’d imagined it. Michelangelo however didn’t give him benefit of the doubt, as he palmed his jaw pulling him closer and kissed him again. Leonardo concluded this was a daydream.
Suddenly sharp taste of soap invaded their mouths and they broke apart spitting.
“You taste like bubbles,” Leonardo blurted out.
“Duh,” Michelangelo rolled his eyes. “I’ve had bubbles all over my face.” Wasting no more time he wiped his mouth with the blue mask he’d been sucking and licked Leo’s lips. Leonardo refused to believe such level of denial and embraced the fact he was getting laid.
Michelangelo covered Leo’s mouth and chin with kisses, stopping to dig his tongue into the sensitive area just under the jaw. Leonardo gasped. “I-I thought we agreed to reduce this to minimum. You were already with Don last week.”
“Ooh, so you know I was with Donny?” Michelangelo chuckled, biting gently on Leo’s neck. “Did you spy on us, hm?”
“I think Raph’s spying on us as we speak,” Leonardo whispered, running his hands along Mikey’s upper arms and shoulders.
“I’ll let him have his fun as long as I get mine,” Michelangelo said lowly, abandoning his brother’s neck in favour of watching his face as he slid a hand to the bottom edge of his plastron. Leonardo opened his mouth to take in air, blinking in surprise.
“You’re… very energetic,” he grunted dropping down into Michelangelo’s palm.
“I’m feeling dominant,” Michelangelo breathed out, dipping his hand in the water and splashing it across Leonardo’s cock. “You mind?”
“No…” Leo said, his body tingling in anticipation. “Just… lube?”
“I’ve got everything prepared,” Michelangelo murmured.