You Look Like Shit Don“You look like shit Don,” Mikey said, plopped down on a wooden chair and began eating his burnt scrambled eggs with much enthusiasm.“Fu~ck,” Don moaned a deadpanned the table. Mikey’s hand shot out to keep his glass of milk from falling over. “Whaaa?” he asked good-naturedly. “All the time… every day… in the morning… in the evening…” Don mumbled and groaned. “Fu~ck…” “Don’t swear, it doesn’t suit you,” Mikey told him. “Have you had your coffee?” “Not enough energy… too tired…” Don muttered. “That’s the problem!” Mikey snapped his fingers and made Don some coffee. As soon as he set it down in front of his brother, it was snatched away and held close. Don sipped and burnt his tongue. Suddenly he looked much more aware. “Fuck,” he said. “Not again…” Mikey rolled his eyes. “Fuck, that’s all we do. All the time.” Don took another sip and burnt his lips this time. “What’s wrong with a healthy sex life? Me and Leo screw a lot too,” Mikey shrugged. Don shot him a look. “Yeah. But Leo lets you top.” Mikey’s mouth dropped open and he had the grace to look flabbergasted and offended. “How would you know?” he asked. “You don’t sleep with him behind my shell, do you?” “Leo has a power fetish,” Don pointed out. “It’s not hard to figure out that he loves to yield.” Mikey rubbed the back of his head. “You got that right and I can’t deny it. So, I’m guessing that Raph doesn’t like to bottom?” Don shook his head. “Never once.” “Oh.” Mikey turned back to his burnt eggs. After a while he asked: “Does he prep you?” “Sometimes,” Don said. “Other times he forgets. I can’t help the feeling that mostly he just doesn’t care if I get hurt.” Mikey slammed his fork on the table. “That’s just not true!” Don looked at him, startled. “Raph’s dense and he’s bad with feelings, but he wouldn’t hurt you. Never ever, nuh-huh. Take that back or I’ll get angry.” “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Don raised his palms in defense. “He doesn’t do it on purpose.” “Good,” Mikey growled and picked up his fork again. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I hurt all over. I just hope…” Don half rose from the table and looked under him. “Damn,” he stated and went to fetch a rag. Mikey leaned over to see what was to be cleaned from the chair. It was an interesting gooey mixture, coloured pink. “That’s Raph’s ejaculate and my blood,” Don said nonchalantly and wiped it away. Mikey’s eyes went huge. “No. Raph wouldn’t do that,” he denied. “Apparently he woke up horny. When I came to, he was already pushing into me.” Don grimaced. “Apparently he thought that I was still ready and lubricated from the time we did it in the evening.” “Were you?” Mikey dared to ask. Don pointed at the rag that he was washing carefully. “Does this tell you I was?” “No, but still… It’s Raph. He’s an old teddy-bear. And he loves you, you can’t deny that,” Mikey pointed his finger at Don in accusation. “I love him too. But his libido is ruining my body,” Don sighed. Mikey tipped his head to the side. “You know, I remember a couple years back, when you two started out. You, Don, were madly in love with the sex for at least half a year. You told me yourself.” “My ass wasn’t ruined back then,” Don said. “I’ve had enough. I want to trade partners.” Mikey’s jaw fell open and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Whaaa?” |