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Never Interrupt "Morning Shower Time"...well, maybe you should?

It's been a while since I've posted on this site. I've just been reading and enjoying other people's stories. So I decided to once again post a Raph/Mikey story, always my favorite pairing.

Author: Picasso

Title: Morning Shower Time

Rating: NC-17 Pairing:

Raph/Mikey

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own any of the characters, and no money is made from this. \

Warnings: Just good ole' fashioned porn.

Summary: Raphael awakens to take the normal, everyday "morning shower". Only he hears a strange noise coming from the shower this morning.

Sitting up from his bed, the only thing the hothead could do was crack his neck back and forth, a groan erupting as a particular, loud crack echoed throughout the room. Rubbing his hands slowly up and down his beak, Raphael sighed as he rose his head up, slowly eyeing the hammock that was hanging limply on the other side of the room. Usually he would sleep on that comfy, suspended attraction...but when you start to get 'certain urges", then the idea of flipping over and thus landing on one of those 'sources of urge' would automatically make his knees and legs clench. He didn't need to bruise that.

Rolling his shoulders up and down, the hothead exited the room in order to head for his normal, everyday 'morning shower'. Unfortunately, cold showers seemed to be mandatory more and more often as his instincts to mate, to hold...hell to feel a certain someone against him...was slowly driving him insane.

But he'd keep it together...he had to. But, as Raph approached the door which lead to the shower, he paused as he heard the noticeable sound of running water coming from behind. \

"Well...shit."

The red banded turtle softly cursed to himself, growling lowly and hating the fact that he now had to wait to punch whoever...scratch that...to kill whoever was taking his 'morning shower time'. Slowly pacing up and down, Raph froze as he heard the odd yet eerily recognizable sound of churring coming from beyond that same door. Slowly turning his head so that he faced the door, the hothead held his breath in order to carefully hear...nah it couldn't be...right?

The churrs that were coming from the bathroom slowly turned to moans, making the bigger turtle's eyes shoot up. He knew that voice as that same annoying, hyper...and well kinda sweet...noise that would sometimes swell up his heart, or fill up his damn dreams with soft smiles and wonderful laughter...

"Damn Mikey and his damn...the nutball aint' even doin' nothing and he's already turning me girly and shit."

He couldn't help but blush as he was now a witness to his youngest brother pleasuring himself inside the shower. Stroking, pulsing, and shivering along that sea-green skin, as hands probably caressed every inch of that organ that would filter into the hothead's dreams from time to time. And it's that same, damn shower that he, himself, would caress and feel himself up.

Damnit! Raphael wanted to see that! His instincts were going so damn haywire that he wanted to just kick open the door, shove Mikey against the shower wall, and grope the jokester's cock into his strong, dark green hands.

But he won't do that...Raphael knew he was an asshole, but he's not a fucking asshole. He couldn't do that to Mikey. And if anyone ever even THOUGHT of taking Mikey like that...he'd send that poor bastard to his grave. Even though every instinct in his body wanted to feel and caress that sweet brother...that was also the reason why he couldn't. And wouldn't. Ever!

Mikey was sweet...too damn sweet for him. He didn't want Mikey to change, that wasn't it. It's just that Mikey should never be that sweet to HIM. Not after all the nitpicks, the jokes...and that pipe. Clenching his eyes, he could still see himself hovering over his baby brother. A deadly weapon in one hand as his eyes glazed in white and his body moved without thought. Mikey should have never forgave him for that...but that damn kid did. He wouldn't make it worse between them...cause he needed that kid to keep him sane.

Cause the hothead knew that he could never deserve his baby brother's love...whether platonic or in the sensual, lustful way that filled his thoughts. Even if Mikey was even CLOSE to wanting a sexual relationship with another turtle, then there were two other turtles that would more than fit the bill. Huffing, Raph sadly smiled at the thought of a smart, calculating Donnie and a brave, patient Leo...definitely two turtles who'd fit that bill better for the orange-banded youngster. As Raphael was heading out to give his baby brother some privacy, the baby brother's moan caught the hothead's attention. But it wasn't necessarily the moan...it was the words that were mixed into the moan.

"Mmm...god, Raphie....*sighing*"

The dark-green terrapin slowly turned...almost secretly praying that what he heard was right. As the hothead pressed his head against the door to the shower, he breathed slowly in and out as he continued to hear Mikey gasp and whisper more sweet nothings.

"Oh pl-please....d-don't stop Raphie....I need ya, all of ya...oh jesus..."

Clenching his eyes, Raphael's hand grasped the handle to the door, then he let go.

Grab, recede. Grab, recede. Grab, recede.

'Damn it!' Raph paced back and forth...he wanted to go in more than anything. I mean, if Mikey was saying his name then didn't he, in some matter of fact way, have the right to know as to 'why' his name was being said?

'Of course I know why, fuckin' 5 year olds could figure that out.' But...that same thought kept reverberating throughout his head. That fear of rejection...but hell Mikey was saying his name... Slowly opening the door, and trying to be as sneaky as possible, the hothead eased inside and slowly closed the door, locking it from behind.

Thankfully the nutball had forgotten to lock it...'thank god for the turtle luck finally working in his favor'. Raphael held his brother's body in his gaze as he witnessed images that he only thought he would only get to see in his dreams. The baby bro, closing his eyes as the water cascaded over sea-green body, as one hand grasped and fondled his throbbing organ. The other hand was fondling his tail, as a finger was easing in and out of his now loose hole.

Churrs of 'Raph' echoed out of his beak as the hothead could only stare in a daze. The hothead's tongue licked his lips as he watched Mikey's finger disappear into his hole, fitting deeper and harder, as Raph desperately wished that it was his finger...his tongue...his throbbing cock filling this beautiful creature that was in front of him. Watching the youngster fondling and stroking his shaft, the older turtle couldn't help but feel his own plastron.

Gliding his fingers up and down as his knees were almost buckling, and breaths were being desperately held...he wanted to watch this glorious site for as long as he could. "Mmm Raphie." Raph's cock throbbed painfully inside him as he was fighting within his mind on whether to join his brother in their mutual pleasure, to pipe up with a soft 'hi'...or maybe leave now and question his brother later. At least when his instincts were calmer and...

"So, enjoying the show there buddy-boy? Hmm..."

The hothead's jaw couldn't help but slowly gape down, as if gravity suddenly took hold of it and was trying to slam it down into the ground. All thoughts disappeared as the jokester slowly turned his head and sultrily smiled at the hothead.

"Well Raphie...are you going to just stand there or what? Of course...if you're willing to give me a show as well...mmm I wouldn't mind that. Not. At. All."

Mikey stared directly into those fiery, golden eyes of his older brother, as a groan erupted out of him. Just the sight of Raph, that same brother that had fed into many of his own dreams, staring and watching him fondling and masturbating while at the same time sensing, smelling...hell almost feeling, the heat coming from that hothead...mmm.

God it made him just pump his finger even faster inside of him, gasping and moaning as he did. Taking his hand off of his throbbing organ, Mikey raised his hand towards Raphael, silently asking if he wanted to join him or not. Almost as if he was a 3 year old, Raph slowly inched his way towards his possible mate, gingerly (and almost shyly) taking the youngster's hand. But before any more thought could be heard or seen, Mikey pulled with all his might so that the hothead now joined him under the shower.

As he was pulled, Raphael gasped in surprise and a split second later he was engulfed in warm lips. Sea-green lips trailed with tongue over dark-green ones, as the baby brother's tongue slowly licked down to the side of the hothead's neck. Fingers clenched as the hot tempered terrapin felt the side of his neck being suckled and nipped, while soft hands caressed inner and outer thighs. Michelangelo churred loudly as the taste he so wanted to have for the longest time now enveloped his tongue, as he slowly dragged it from his Raph's neck to under his chin, softly kissing and suckling down over the dark-green one's plastron. Feeling his shoulders being held by strong hands, Mikey rose his lusty eyes upward, silently asking his brother as to why he was stopped.

"Wh...*clearing of throat* why? I mean...I'm not exactly the pinnacle of 'best date' or anything...ya know?" Raph stared down into pure blue eyes after composing himself from Mikey's delicious assault on his senses.

Seeing those blue eyes stare back up at him...it was easy to get lost in those eyes. Rising his hand up and caressing a sea-green cheek, Raph whispered without realizing, "Damn bro...so damn beautiful. Like a dream that can't come true or something..."

Mikey took that same hand that was caressing him so lovingly, and softly suckled on the middle finger, earning a groan from the bigger turtle. Chuckling, he softly let his tongue glide and slide over the digit as he released it from his mouth.

"Why can't it come true, Raphie...it's not like I haven't heard you in here before. A guy gets to take notice when he hears someone moan and gasp his name like it was sweet candy or like a wonderful drug."

As he continued talking, Michelangelo reached down and into the older terrapin's slit, slowly smiling as Raphael's eyes shivered in lust and his shell slammed against the wall of the shower, all the while the nutball slowly licked his lips as he eased the once painfully hidden cock from his hothead's shell and out into the open. His hothead...he liked that...a lot.

"And dude, you think this has been easy? You know how many times I've practically smelt you in the kitchen, and wanted to take you in any way I could get? Heck even thinking of tying you up in that kitchen chair so I could have my way with you..."

Raphael churred loudly now as his organ was squeezed and stroked by those soft, loving hands.

Michelangelo took his time as his thumb slowly fondled the head of the hothead's cock, gathering the bit of precum that hadn't been lost to the cascade of the shower, before quickly popping the small strands of liquid into his tongue. Breathing heavily in ecstasy from the taste, the jokester continued.

"...and I remember for a split second thinking 'why...why would I feel this way about you'. Just cause you moaned my name? So I thought of what it would have been like if Donnie had moaned it, or Leo...and you know what I found out?" As the stroking over his hard shaft grew harder, Raphael moaned loudly before becoming swallowed by sea-green lips. "It wasn't the moans...it was the who behind those moans...someone who has my back...who I've always thought highly of...but I know you don't think highly of yourself, don't you Raphie-boy".

The youngster leaned in and smelt his brother, gasping at his scent as he kissed and suckled over his older brother's plastron, before giving the wonderful organ in his hand a soft squeeze, immediately making the hothead's toes clench the shower floor as hard as he could. "But you will Raphie...I'll make you sure think highly of yourself...heh, one way or another." Raphael could barely breathe, let along think of an actual thought. It was like he was trapped in some wonderful dream and he was afraid that he'd wake up any second.

Well...if this was a dream...he wanted some more fun before he woke up. Cupping the back of Mikey's head, he forced sea-green lips back unto his own. A surprised and yet lust-filled yelp came out of the younger terrapin, as Raphael's hands began to take the offensive. Sitting down onto the floor of the shower, he took his baby brother down with him. Raphael wanted to finish watching the show that began this...one way or another.

"I realize I never answered yer question Mikey..."

As one hand fondled Mikey's ass, making the youngster's eyes glaze and then shoot up as those wonderful, strong hands began stroking his tail, the other cupped and then rubbed the hot shaft soothingly, up and down. Mikey's hands grasped dark-green shoulders as Mike gasped out, "What...what quest...ooo fuu....question?"

Soothingly stroking and pawing his younger brother off, Raphael took his other hand and circled over the recently stretched hole with one finger, making Mikey gasp and almost beg for the penetration.

"I did like the show...and I want to see it finished. Could you finish it for me brother, or can I finish it for you? Hmmm...?" Immediately Mikey begged, "You finish it, you fi...jesus...finish iiiiit. Please..pl please, pretty please..."

Basking in a smile, Raphael slowly pushed his finger into the sea-green turtle, feeling his brother tense in bliss as Mikey cooed and moaned at the glorious pleasure that was now assaulting him. At the same time, the hothead began to fist the throbbing cock harder and faster in his other hand. Michelangelo's eyes and head rolled back at the intensely erotic and amazing feeling that was flowing through him now.

Turning his head, he stared at golden eyes and groaned at that damn passionate look that the hothead was giving him. His ass rolled back into that glorious finger, which hit that wonderfully hot spot deep inside him, making him yelp out his brother's name.

"Oh jesus Raph!" All Raphael could do was marvel at this wonderful being that was now in his hands, to mold and pleasure as he saw fit. That every stroke of one hand made the younger turtle thrust upward, made Mikey's cock ooze more precum, made that shaft hotter...while the finger in his other hand made Mikey's entire body shiver in pleasure, made the baby brother's ass thrust backward again and again into that finger, made Mikey's words coo and stutter in proclamations of how wonderful Raph was...

Just the fact that he, he was the one making his baby brother feel this good, it wasn't just pride. It made up for all the heartache, all the pain...and he wanted...nah, more like needed to see Mikey in bliss. He needed that now.

Leaning in, Raphael whispered into his ear slit, "Cum for me Mikey. Let me see this body of yours cum and shiver for me...let me feel you tighten, hear and watch you shake, and let go for me. Come on baby bro, let me see you cum."

"But...but what about y..yo..."

"Don't worry about me bro...just let me help you cum....please."

And that did it for the youngster. He had wanted his Raphie to get some pleasure too...it wasn't like he wanted this to be a one way street. In fact he more than wanted it the other way...but the love he saw in the hothead's eyes. Love for him, and those fiery golden eyes that he could get lost in staring at him like he was gold or something.

Feeling those glorious hands working him intensely, with both the hothead's finger slamming and rubbing his prostate so damn wonderfully, and that other expert hand working his cock like a pro...he couldn't help but cum loudly and strongly for his brother. Mikey's body shook and shivered in strong bursts of orgasms as he shot loads and loads of milky cum into his brother's hand.

As he moaned and weakly praised Raphie's name again and again, the hothead continued fingering that lovely ass and rubbing that prostate, feeling more and more dribbles of sweet juices ushering onto his hand, only to quickly disappear from the still cascading waves of water from the shower. All Mikey could do was hold his brother's shoulder as his orgasm sagged, and the water from above helped clean the remnants of their sexual endeavor. Rising his head up, Mikey slowly pushed in and kissed Raphael on the lips, with the hothead returning it with full force.

Both held each other for sometime, enjoying each other's warmth, and both still softly churring as they continued caressing the other's skin.

"So...this isn't the end right...I mean...we can have this, right?"

Mikey couldn't help but chuckle at the shy question asked by his usually strong brother.

"If you think I'm giving this up after that...hehe you should worry more about me tying you down and making you cum again and again, which I will do you know." Mikey smiled at the warm blush that covered the hothead's face. He was about to comment, but then went quiet as Raphael stared at him longingly.

"I...I love ya Mikey." Caressing strong thighs and even stronger biceps, Mikey gave a soft kiss as he whispered, seriously and slowly.

"I love you too Raphie. This isn't lust, or instinct, or any of that...I just, love ya. With all my heart, you know?"

"Hehe yeah I do. Now." As both chuckled nervously, Raphael began standing up, giving one last kiss to the youngster as he stepped out of the shower.

"Hey...where you going?"

The hothead turned around and replied, "Well...if the others haven't noticed by now then they will start to notice when they see both of us straddling each other on the shower floor."

Softly smiling at the orange-banded turtle, he took Mikey's hand into his own and squeezed it softly, saying: "I'll see ya at breakfast." But Mikey wouldn't let go, and as Raphael turned around he was struck by the nasty look on the youngster's face.

"And what about your orgasm???"

Uh...what??

Those words echoed both his mind and outside of his lips as Mikey pulled Raphael back into the shower, turning him around so that Mikey was in front of the door to the outside.

"What I mean is...well...you didn't get to cum?" The sea-green turtle whispered that glumly, almost guiltily, before Raphael whispered shushes and told Mikey to look at him.

As he did, Raphael whispered, "Believe me...we'll have time for that later. But seeing you happy like dat...it was, I don't know, I guess fulfilling ya know? It was...nice" Mikey couldn't help but feel his heart beat strongly at that smile...a smile he never thought he would see cross over the darker green turtle's beak. For me...I made him that way.

"You mean...just making me feel good made ya this happy?"

"Well...yeah, I guess. If you want this...I mean really want this, then we got all the time in the world to...well...explore." Mikey smiled dazily at his older brother's seeming willingness to make him happy. To make him feel special...needed...wanted.

"That's...great Raph. Great and....well...dumb!"

And with a growl he pounced on Raphael's stomach and dragged the hothead to the floor of the shower. Gasping as the water from above coated his skin, Raph shook his head as he was becoming pinned by the now aggressive turtle.

"Making me happy and fulfilled and all may be good enough for you...but..."

And all Raph could do was moan loudly as his cock was taken into sea-green hands again...as the other caressed and fondled over his tail, from time to time grazing over the tight ring of muscle which gave shudders throughout the older brother's body.

As Mikey leaned down, he kissed his hothead hard before whispering, "I mean seriously. You give me intense, and I mean mind numbingly good pleasure and yet you don't get any? Like I said, you don't seem to think too highly of yourself...and I do. And like I said, I..."

Mikey began stroking that cock that he had been dreaming to feel, to taste in his mouth, to feel deep inside, wanting to give his brother as much pleasure, if not more so, that the hothead had given him. "...will make you not neglect yourself, and make you think highly yourself, one way..."

The youngster eased the tip of his finger into his bigger brother, feeling Raph's eyes glaze in lust and jerk up into that finger, as he felt that lovely tongue of Mikey's graze over his beak. "...or another. This is no one way street, big brother. You're getting pleasure just like the rest of us...and that's that!"

*****

Outside the door to the shower, two moans could be heard echoing throughout the lair. Guess morning showers really are a good thing...

*Hope you've enjoyed, it's been a while and I know I'm a little rusty. Still, hope it's decent. Thank you*