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The turtles were on their way back to the lair when Leonardo suddenly diverges from their path back home and starts hopping rooftops in a different direction. 

At first, Mikey was thrilled. Tonight and the last few nights had been a little too boring for his liking, so he thought their leader had noticed something and the bros were finally about to get in on some action. 

Of course they followed, but a few rooftops later they found themselves landing in an alleyway with a familiar human waving over at them with a grin. 

Casey. 

And normally, Mikey was all down to hit the town to clown and mess around (bars, yo!) with their friend. Maybe they could even find some troublemakers together and tag team them. 

But no. That wasn’t the case at all. 

Casey being here meant his mates wanted to hang with their boyfriend. 

Which, don’t get him wrong! All was cool! The brothers were all dating each other, then Raph and Leo were dating Casey. But Don, respectfully, wouldn't touch Casey like that even with three bo staffs slapped together. And Mikey was content with fucking one set of bros and fist bumping the other.

Who needed conventional relationship rules when technically, you weren’t even supposed to exist (him) and you had no respect for the law? (Casey). 

Which was dope, because that meant Casey got to be around more, and Mikey could whoop his ass at Smash and Uno, then get victory kisses from his mates. But that also meant there were times like these when Don and Mikey had to idle around while the other three chatted. 

Tonight was slow, so there shouldn’t have been a problem with that. But Michelangelo was bored.

Not a teensy weensy itty bitty bit bored, but he was very bored.

Very very bored.

Very very very, bored.

So bored, in fact, that he was actually contemplating banging his head against the brick wall he was standing next to just to feel something other than boredom. 

The look Don threw at him meant his thoughts were being particularly loud in the twin channel, so Mikey flashes him a grin to show he means no harm, and that he wasn’t actually gonna do anything to himself. 

Definitely. 

Maybe. 

Probably. 

Probably not, though. Because then Don would be disappointed in him, and disappointing his immediate older mate meant Don would give him one of those soft-sad looks he kept in his arsenal for moments like these. 

And if his brother does give him one of those looks, Mikey’s gonna have to bash his head into the wall even harder as punishment. 

He needs to do something! Anything! 

He briefly eyes Don, wondering if he could sneak some kisses and touches in before they got a move on back to the lair. But his brother was on his phone, texting with a light smile on his face that meant he was being a nerd, or texting April. Or; he was texting April and being a nerd about it. 

Either way, it meant his interruptions wouldn’t be tolerated, even for some lovins. He didn’t wanna head back to the lair by himself either, because then he’d just be bored, but this time alone. 

Sighing, he glances back over to the trio, and notices that his older two mates are arguing about something. It didn’t actually seem like an argument though, because Raph was doing all the talking and Leo just looks bemused. So maybe Raph was just really into whatever it was he was saying, and it sounded like he was arguing. 

That was just Raphael though. So full of passion that any sentence from him sounded like an argument brewing on the horizon to the untrained ear. 

So Michelangelo saddles up to Casey’s side and bumps his shoulder with his and a grin that was quick to be returned. The orange turtle was still bored, and when he was bored, he asked random questions to make something happen so he wouldn’t be bored anymore. Case in point, he decided to entertain himself by asking Casey what the “S” in his name stood for. 

When he asks the question, Mikey didn't know what to expect as a reaction. If he had asked a similar question to his mates, he was bound to get different responses. 

Don would indulge him, recognizing that he was understimulated, and the two would bounce words that began with “M” and “D” respectively back and forth to see what stuck. 

Raph would ignore his question, and Mikey doesn't like being ignored. Which means that the two would end up rolling around on the ground in some good ol’ wrestling if Mikey kept pestering him for “R” words.

Leo would sigh, and give an answer or two of words that began with “L” in hopes that Mikey would be satisfied with the answer and behave. 

Casey, apparently, was down for some shits and giggles. Because he didn’t hesitate to start giving some ideas, not even questioning why the hell Michelangelo asked him such a question or why it was “S” instead of “C”. 

See, this is why Mikey was cool with his bro datin’ his bros. 

Either way, Casey gestures wildly in his explanations and jams a thumb at himself, saying the “S” stands for 'super rad and incredible dude that could kick anyone’s ass'. It also stands for 'super stud', and here he grins and adds in some arm flexes to show off his muscles to really solidify the statement. 

Casey then says that the letter also stands for 'super strong', and Mikey just can't let the opportunity slide and says, “Yeah dude? Maybe those muscles are just for show. Prove it. Bet right now.”

If there was one thing you should never say to Michelangelo Splinterson or Arnold Casey Jones, it was bet.

Casey, predictably, smirks, puffs out his chest, and seals his fate with the forbidden word, “Bet.”

There were trash cans all around, so Mikey thought the human would grab one or two and lift them to showcase his strength. But nope, that would’ve been too easy it seems. Casey instead walks over to his boyfriends, and places his hands on Raphael’s shoulders. 

The red turtle has his shell to him, so he doesn’t acknowledge the touch, too busy talking to (at) Leo. The blue turtle does give the human a curious glance, having noticed both of his mates chatting, but he wasn’t close enough to have heard the conversation. Especially with Raph demanding all his attention. 

Casey gives a smile and a wink to his blue mate in response, getting a small smile in return. Then he drops his hands from Raph’s shoulders to swoop down and under his armpits, gripping under his arms and lifts the turtle straight off of the ground and into the air in front of him. 

The red turtle squawks, flails, and hisses angrily at the human, “Casey! Put me the fuck down, now!”

“Can’t man! I’m showing off how strong I am!” Casey laughs, and adjusts his footing and hold when his boyfriend continues to struggle and cuss down at him. 

Raphael was doing a perfect imitation of a pissed off cat that most definitely didn’t want to be held with all his struggling and hissing. But Casey wasn’t deterred, and that didn’t stop the taller male from giving a full three-sixty spin, laughing. 

Michelangelo slides down against the wall, clutching his stomach from how hard he's laughing, practically on the ground and cackling like a hyena. Donatello was no better, pointing and laughing at his older brother’s predicament. 

Leo turns away from the spectacle completely. But his shoulders are and muffled laughter can be heard, so it was clear he found the ordeal just as hilarious as the others did. 

Unfortunately, Casey forgets just how vindictive Raphael could be when angered. The flailing turtle twists his body, both hands reaching behind him and grabbing the man’s tank top to yank him up as he drives his body downwards. The human yells at suddenly becoming airborne, and with the momentum the red turtle has, Raphael lands on his feet and throws the human to the ground in the same motion over his shoulder. 

Slammed onto the ground on his back, Casey wheezes from the impact and remains limp on the ground and near the blue turtle’s feet. Tilting his head up, he reaches out beseechingly towards his other mate with a grimace, ever much the sinner looking for salvation from an angel, “Babe, avenge me. I was just showin’ how the “‘S’” in my name stood for super strong. I'm in agony!”

While Raphael wipes his hands together with a satisfied smirk, Leonardo grins down at their boyfriend, white hooded eyes crinkling in amusement in the corners, “Have you considered that the “S” stands for “stupid”, Casey? Because that was a very stupid thing to do to a highly trained ninja.”

Don and Mikey let out a “Ooooouuuu!” in unison, laughing even louder while Casey sighs, dropping his hands to the ground in defeat. There was no angel to save him, he was surrounded by devils. Short, green scaled, three fingered, turtle devils. 

Taking pity, Leonardo squats down and reaches out to gently cup Casey’s chin and tilt it back so the two could make eye contact. At this angle, the human has the perfect view of the terrapin’s smile. 

Ok. Maybe he’d rethink that whole devil shtick. Ain’t no way a smile that pretty could belong to anything but an angel. 

“We’re gonna head back to the lair now,” Leo said, finger gently stroking underneath his boyfriend’s chin, and if Casey were a cat, there was no doubt he’d be purring at the gentle ministrations, “We’ll see you for our date tomorrow, for whatever it is you have planned. Just make sure you send us the address.”

“Who needs an address when I can just get lost in your eyes?” He says, grinning and fully ignoring the two younger turtles a few feet away mock gagging in the background. 

Not gonna lie, the line sounded much better in his head. But at the very least, the sentiment was there. If anything, Michelangelo shouldn’t be goddamn laughing because Casey’s seen the dorky texts the orange turtle sends his bros, and his are like, ten times more embarrassing.  

“Maybe I threw you too hard there, Jones. ‘Cause you’re livin’ up to that stupidity in your name now,” Raph said, walking over to the two and nudges the human on the ground with his toe, smirking. 

Not at all bothering to move from the nudge or break eye contact with Leo, Casey flips off the other male with a grunt, “Shut up. I’m busy lookin’ into Leo’s pretty ass eyes.”

Raphael huffs, “You can’t even see his eyes, dumbass. Our third lid is down.” 

Casey grins, “They still pretty as hell.”

Leonardo gently places his head back on the ground, so his head didn’t just smack onto the ground, which was pretty rad of him, then the turtle straightens up and turns away from him.  Just before the blue terrapin turned away though, Casey catches sight of the blush staining his cheeks and grins.

Score one for the Jonester! 

“Alright, enough. Let’s go. We’ll see you later Casey.”

“Yeah,” Raph shakes his head, then crouches down to poke his boyfriend on the forehead, smirking when the human tilts his head back once more in an attempt to bite the offending finger and failing, “We gots to go. Dunno what you got planned, but it better be good or I’ll throw your ass again.”

“Kinky.” Casey says, then reaches towards Raph to cup his cheek, coaxing the turtle closer and down to press their lips together, grinning into the kiss, “Can’t threaten me with a good time.” 

A low rumble leaves the turtle’s throat, one that Casey was intimately familiar with that got his blood warm and had him deepen the kiss further. A sound he wants to hear again if he had his way. 

Unfortunately, his boyfriend is then yanked away from him by his mask tails, courtesy of a certain purple menace. Said boyfriend hisses at the offender and turns to swipe at Donatello, but the second youngest turtle expertly dodges and sticks his tongue out at his older brother's glare.

Laughing, Don blows a raspberry then bolts away when his older brother lunges at him and gives chase, with Donatello throwing back a, “Bye Casey!” as he makes his escape with his snarling mate hot on his heels.  

Never let it be said that Donatello couldn’t be a little shit. Little brothers were all the same no matter the birth order. 

Leonardo shakes his head, waves goodbye to the human, then jogs after his mates with a look on his face that clearly screams of an older sibling that needs to wrangle in their younger ones. 

Then there were two. 

Mikey waits a moment longer to make sure his mates were out of earshot, then crouches down to face the vigilante still sprawled out on the ground, and pokes his friend on the forehead in the exact same manner and placement the red turtle did earlier. It was moments like these that really proved just how similar the turtles all were, even when far apart. 

Casey huffs, and bats the finger away while Mikey laughs, “Make sure not to mess up my recipes dude. Can’t have ya slandering a great chef’s name. I expect my payment soon.”

This little shit. 

But, a deal’s a deal and he’s a man of his word.

Casey raises his fist for a fist-bump that the turtle gleefully returns, and says, “Yeah yeah, a deal’s a deal. There’s wedding cake and girl scout cookies with your name on it, half an ounce of each. Thanks for the help Mike.”

Mikey grins and stands, reaching down to take his friend’s hand and pull the human up on his feet, “No problem dude! Happy to help a bro who helps a bro.” 

He then gives a two finger salute accompanied with a wink, “Have fun with the date dude! Remember, don’t let anyone come back until at least past ten. I’m gonna have my own date night.”

Casey nods, then gave his own type of salute that was a fist to his chest, “Bet. May we both have a fun date that ends with some tail.”

“Amen.” Michelangelo nods, and the duo share a smirk. Then Mikey gives a wave and bounds over to a nearby fire escape, and does a perfect imitation of a hyper monkey by scaling up the side of the apartment building with the ease of someone who's been doing it his whole life, and runs off to catch up with his brothers before he was nagged at for lagging behind. 

The human watches his friend go, then raises his arms out and above his head and stretches, shaking off the stiffness from being thrown and laying on the ground for so long and starts his own trek home. He needs all the rest he can get for tomorrow.

Unfortunately, before he knew it, tomorrow was here and Casey Jones was exhausted. 

Standing at the edge of the woods, Casey yawns for the fourth time in the last two minutes, checks his phone again for the fifth time in the same two minutes for any messages, and sighs when there were still none. He even looks up and down the dirt road nearby just in case he’d catch a glimpse of his mates approaching, and visibly deflates when there was no such view. 

The road was unfortunately empty, and if this was a cartoon, a tumbleweed would make a timely appearance and roll across the path to really emphasize the emptiness of it. 

He was so bored just waiting around, so much so that Casey briefly wonders if he could, like, sneak in a quick nap at the base of a tree or somethin’, maybe flop out on the grass for a bit and catch some Zs. 

He was too excited to wait at home, and it took a while to get out of the city to the spot he secured for his date, plus he wanted to set things up. Combine that all together, and Casey was out here at the crack of dawn and now was impatiently waiting for his boyfriends to arrive. 

Granted, there was another six minutes before the meet up time with his mates. Mind you, Leo was a stickler for schedules and while Raphael was, by all means, not, he knew the blue terrapin wouldn’t let them be late for the meet up. 

So, that was a no to trying to sneak in a nap. 

Besides, his nerves were acting up; he was getting a bit jittery and starting to think this whole secret-date thing was a bad idea. Five minutes. 

Maybe he should’ve told them beforehand what they were doing? But his boyfriends actually like surprises, and they seemed excited about the whole thing. Four minutes. 

It wasn’t even a time sensitive surprise! Honestly, they could get here in like, four hours and everything would still work out just fine. It would be sorta tragic though, because then all this food he cooked would be stone cold by then and he had no way of reheating it. Three minutes.

He glances around him for a moment, eyeing the trees with interest. Well, he was surrounded by trees, which meant he could just, like, make a fire or something to heat the food up if push came to shove. He had some lighters in his back pocket, so he could always do that. But there was a lot of food, so that meant he needed a really big fire. Two minutes. 

With his attention on the wildlife, he left his back open to the road, completely oblivious to the bike billowing smoke up the road. 

Okay, yeah, hell yeah! He could make a fire and keep the food warm while he waited for his boyfriends to pop up. He was sure it wouldn’t be too hard, and fire was always entertaining. Honestly, that sounded pretty great right now. He could even–

“Yo!”

Casey would claim later that there was no way anyone could ever sneak up on thee Casey Jones, and that he had heard his boyfriends approaching and turned to greet them with a grin. 

In reality, the human shrieks and spins around, clutching at his chest like a poor old woman clutching at her pearls in shock, “Shit dude! When did you guys pull up?”

The turtles may have gotten the jump on him, but all thoughts of making a fire fled from his mind when he walked over to greet the duo, grin bright and happy as Raphael kills the engine of his bike and Leonardo hops off from the back. 

Raph taking his bike for their meetup made sense, since the two would need to make their way back home eventually without being noticed. No no way was their battle shell inconspicuous enough to hide amongst the trees for the time being anyway.

Where they were was a bit out of the way from the city, an hour and some change by car, but that didn’t mean this road didn’t get any traffic. But he purposely chose a spot where they were less likely to be disturbed, and the only other people who knew of their whereabouts were having their own date. 

So yeah, driving the bike made sense, but something else definitely didn’t. 

“Why are you twos wearin' cloaks?” Casey asks, brows furrowing but nevertheless ushered the duo into the woods once Raph walked his bike behind the tree line and kicked the stand up, effectively hiding it from view next to his own motorbike. “And Leo, why are you clutching your cloak? You cold or somethin’?”

He didn’t think it was too cold out, but he wasn’t a turtle so the weather probably affected them differently. The human had religiously checked the weather all week to make sure nothing but blue skies and sunshine was gonna greet them for their date. 

Doubt clouded him for a moment, making him frown because if Leo really was feeling a bit cold, maybe he should have planned something better suited for indoors. 

The thought didn’t get a chance to get any deeper than that before Raph claps him on the shoulder, flashing him a smirk then jerks his thumb at his eldest brother, “Nah, fearless is fine. He’s just excited to give you your gift, ain’t that right babe?”

“I may not have my katanas, Raphael, but I will still stab you.” Leo’s tone was clipped, matter-of-fact, threat clear, but that still didn’t take away the fact that he was standing by them and clutching his cloak close to his body, shielding his body in a no-nonsense manner. 

It was true, neither turtle had their signature weapons on them. It was extremely unlikely to find any enemies or get into a fight this far out from the city, so they agreed to leave their weapons behind. But Casey had no doubt those utility belts of theirs held plenty of arsenal to hold them over in case anything did come up.

White eyes narrowed, glare clear, and frown evident, the blue terrapin was clearly not in the mood to be teased or messed with. 

But they all knew the threat was empty, so Raph just leers at his brother with a challenge in his eyes that Leonardo juts his chin out at.

Damn, his boyfriend was so sexy when annoyed. Both of them really.

The average person wouldn't think a pissed off mutant was sexy, but hey, what was there to say? Casey Jones liked his mates feisty and scary. 

He shook his head quickly. Nope, no way, he can’t get distracted. It was time to put his plans into motion, and play fighting can wait until they at least got to where he wanted to take them. 

So he positions himself between them, throwing his arms around their shoulders, grinning when they both adjusted their cloaks at the added weight, and says, “Ladies! Please, save the fighting for the foreplay. Let’s enjoy ourselves, yeah?”

“Bold of you to assume you’re getting any, Jones,” Raph huffs.

“Bold of you to assume I ain’t, Splinterson,” Casey snarks.

“Bold of either of you to assume that I won’t call Mikey or Don right now to come get me, if this is how it’s going to be.” Leo threatens. 

And, well, there was a clear winner between them.  

Serious or not, the threat works, because Raph backs off with an exaggerated roll of his eyes, and Casey quickly drops his arms and leads the two into the woods, guiding the way while both turtles follow behind him. 

“It’s just like, a five minute walk from here, promise! Anyone see y’all on the way here?” Case asks, walking forward and glancing behind him to the turtles, and Leo shakes his head while Raph snorts.

“What am I, a hatchling? Of course not. How about instead of askin’ insultin’ ass questions, you tell us what you got planned?”

Casey grins, and stuck his tongue out, “You’d know if yous wasn’t as slow as a turtle! Get a move on!”

The taller male already knew the path like the back of his head from scouting this area weeks ago, so he picks up the speed and leads his boyfriends deeper into the woods. 

The turtles didn’t know exactly what their boyfriend had planned for their date today, but didn’t question it too much. Casey refused to give them any hint, and neither of their younger brothers were any help either, lips sealed shut and only sharing secret smirks as the time grew closer and ignored their older mates’ attempts at getting an answer. 

They enjoyed surprises, but that didn’t mean they weren’t nosey.

Birds hadn’t even begun tweeting to welcome today’s sunrise before they got bags shoved into their hands and they were promptly kicked out the lair once the city that never sleeps was actually asleep, and no one would blink too hard at them on Raph’s bike. 

As far as they were concerned, the turtles weren’t perceived by anyone on their way here. 

Somewhere else, many miles away, two men were together and for sure doing something else that definitely wasn’t chilling in an alleyway and passing a blunt between each other. That would be illegal, and we believe in rules and laws around these parts, one hundred percent. 

Anyway, two men were talking and one raises his voice, saying, “I’m telling you Jack! I saw these freaky green dudes on a motorbike this mornin’! One even waved at me, then the other slapped him upside his head! Like? What the fuck?!”

Jack shrugs, and takes another toke, blowing out smoke and right into his friend’s face who levels him with an unimpressed look. “So you’re sayin’ you saw two green creatures on a bike, zooming through the highway lanes, and one waved at you? Uh-huh, suuuuuure. Last week you saw a green one on the roof-top of your house eating pizza, and before that, you said you saw a green creature stealing a computer.” 

The man scoffs, and takes a second puff from the definitely-not-a-blunt and passes it over. “What's next, the cow that jumped over the moon winking at you? Maybe you should lay off the weed, Jimmy-jamz.”

Jimmy ignores the offer for the moment, and waves his hands around while he explains his encounters with these green creatures, “Aliens! I’m fuckin’ tell ya man! The government thinks they can hide shit like this from us. Fuck’em!”

Jack nods, and takes another hit because ain’t no way he was gonna let the not-weed just burn, and raises his hand holding the definitely-not-a-blunt like it was a glass of scotch, and echoes in agreement, “Fuck the government.”

“Hey hey hey, pass that!”

“Stop thinking about aliens and smoke then, idiot.”

Back to the main focus, Casey comes up to the designated entrance he marked earlier and moves a branch out the way, then sweeps his other arm forward, gesturing for the two to walk ahead of him with a grin, “We’re here!”

Raphael ambles forward with Leonardo following behind him and Casey bringing up the rear. Though the human couldn’t see either of their expressions at the moment, the wolf whistle from the red turtle and the soft, “wow” from the blue turtle was all he needed to know that this whole surprise ordeal really was a good idea. 

The surprise was a secluded lake for them to have to themselves. The treeline they came from broke out into a short, lush and grassy shore that then led into a smaller shore of rocks that lead into the water. It was still morning, but the sun’s direction gave one an idea that noon was slowly approaching. The treeline on the other side of the lake was further out, leaving an open field for them to be able to keep an eye on in case someone else decided to stumble out into their little retreat. 

For now, the field was empty enough with only passing deer was their only company. 

The lake was wide, though it didn’t seem that long in length, and perhaps because it was a secluded lake, it certainly couldn’t be deeper than twenty or so feet. The water was a green-brown color that glittered with the sun’s beams hitting it, the beams penetrating the surface enough to glint off the scales of any fish that swam close enough to the surface with the hope of catching some of the many bugs that flew about. There was little wind at the moment to disturb the surface of the lake, so one could see the scattered fluffy, white clouds reflected there. 

There were mallard ducks drifting further out along the lake’s edge where cattails bloomed and covered the area. They were green and brown, bodies lazily drifting about and obviously much too comfortable to actually paddle about when they could nap instead. Dragonflies were zipping about here and there nearby in the grass, along the lake’s surface, and landing wherever they pleased at a moment’s notice. 

A lone pier stood a bit away, surrounded by the cattails and overgrown with weeds peaking through the planks and entwining around whatever was in reach. The pier was the straight kind, with no railings and short columns of wood visible to help support any weight on the pier. It started in the shallowest part of the lake, then went about ten feet in before ending. The wood was a borderline dark gray on the surface with its legs in the shallow end and the wood a deep gray as well. At some point it time, perhaps the wood was a tan brown. But with dirt, constant exposure to the elements, and wear and tear, the wood turned into a worn down gray. Still, it looked study enough to endure many more years to come.

And there, on the grassy side, a few feet away from the pier, was a checkered red and white picnic tarp layed out. From where the turtles stood, they could see the large red umbrella propped up behind the tarp and open to offer some shade as relief from the sun, a stack of towels, and two large bags with unknown contents wrapped up sitting next to a blue and white cooler. 

“Surpriseeeeee!” Casey sang out, and steps from behind them to walk towards the tarp, gesturing while speaking, “So boom, a buddy of mine told me ‘bout this spot weeks ago. He and his old man like to come out here to fish for trout and shit. Issa secret ‘cause it’s far from the city and they catch a lot of fish out here. 

I told him I needed a spot to just have some alone time, and he said I could use it! Granted, he said he’d break my kneecaps if I told anyone else, but it’s not like y’all are sayin’ shit to anyone anyway. Not like his threat would’ve worked or anything! For the record, I would totally win against his scrawny Jersey ass anyways.” He plops himself down onto the tarp, and looks up when two shadows fall over him.

Grin wide and open, he pats the empty spaces beside him, “Yous guys gonna sit or what?”

Raph snorts and shakes off whatever spell fell over him and gestures to the tarp, tone incredulous, “Are those fuckin’ rose petals?”

“What can I say? I’m a romantic dude at heart,” Casey says, and plucks a few said rose petals he did indeed scatter on the tarp up to toss them in his boyfriend’s face, “Now shut up and get comfy. I lugged all this shit here this morning just for us to enjoy.” 

Raph shrugs, and plops himself down to definitely get comfy for the time being, “You gay as fuck, Jones.” 

“You are too, so shut the hell up.” The vigilante snarks, face flushing when his red bandana boyfriend just laughs at him in response. All this hard work and this was the thanks he got. Ugh. He reaches for the cooler to grab one of the many ice cold beers inside, when Leonardo suddenly catches his hand and holds it.

Blinking, Casey looks to the blue bandana turtle still standing beside him, “What’s up babe? You good?”

Leo squeezes his hand a moment, then drops it and shuffles in place, an uncharacteristic display of nervousness as he coughs in his hand, glancing away,  “Mikey’s gift this morning before we left makes more sense now.”

“What!? Did he snitch!? He pinky promised he wouldn’t say anything!”

“We don’t even have pinkies, so I dunno what you were expecting.” Raph shrugs, nonchalant and unbothered as he busies himself with searching inside the cooler. He pulls out a bottle of Redd’s apple ale, and grins. “Damn, and you got the flavor I like? So fuckin’ gay bro.” 

While Casey switches his attention to shove his shorter boyfriend, Leo clutches the cloak around him a little closer to himself, “Mikey figured you’d say that. He only mentioned it might involve water, and told me to tell you “You’re welcome for the present, dude!”....insert wink and finger guns here.” 

Casey huffs, ignoring when his red boyfriend shoves him back and throws his hands up, “Nah man, pinky promises are sacred! I’ma put my hands on him, I swear to god. And what present!? He ain’t give…me…sh…”

He trails off, because it was in that moment that Leonardo finally loosens the cloak from around him and lets it pool to the ground to reveal what was underneath, and Raph snickers at the gobsmacked expression on the human’s face and pats his man’s back in sympathy. 

The hothead couldn’t fault him, because that was the exact same expression he had earlier when Leo showed him what Mikey gave him. Still, he laughs and gestures, “Fearless, ya forgot to say,” And here, Raph pitches his voice up, “Grandma, it’s me, Anastasia”.”

“Grandma, it’s me, Anastasia.” Leo deadpanned, and that just sent Raphael into a fit of laughter, but Casey was too busy trying to remember what it was like to not be breathless. 

Something about Leonardo, a turtle who is an absolutely ruthless and skilled ninja, standing there in a skimpy, soft blue bikini all for his boyfriends to shamelessly oogle at, made Casey giddy and light headed. 

The fabric was indeed a lighter shade of blue than the turtle’s bandana, the colour of the summer sky they were sitting under. It complimented his forest green skin very well, and Casey would be dropping all sorts of, “Babe you look hot!” and “Wow, that looks great on you”, but, unfortunately, language was beyond him at the moment. 

He was definitely staring and probably drooling, but the smile on Leo’s face at his reaction was definitely approving. 

Because while Leonardo was indeed wearing a bikini, it was certainly a very tiny one at that. The top fabric was stretched over the turtle’s plastron in an alluring manner, the string tight in a way that highlighted just how wide the turtle’s chest really was. He knew from intimate knowledge that their plastrons were actually softer than they looked, their mutation aiding them in flexibility that their shell’s bones normally wouldn’t allow. 

Hard bone be damned, his baby had some nice ass titties. 

The string of the bottom fabric was sitting up high on the blue turtle’s hips, purposely tight and squeezing the flesh there, with the front piece covering his slit from any prying eyes. Though, the turtles could easily tuck their tails and hide their private areas from view. You didn’t know it was there unless you were looking, and the human certainly was looking. 

Casey was suddenly dizzy with the need to bite the skin there, where the strings were squeezing. To leave all sorts of marks there.

To leave pretty marks on a very pretty turtle. 

Yeah, okay, whatever, Michelangelo was forgiven for snitching! And Casey made a note to himself to throw in an extra gram or two (shit, maybe another ounce to be honest) for this surprise and very much welcomed gift when he gave the youngest his payment. 

He felt a nudge against his shoulder, and Casey gave a distracted hum, not daring to tear his eyes away from the walking wet dream in front of him, “Hey Jones, guess what? If he turns around, you can see that fat ass swallowing the string there.”

“Raph!” Leo sighs at the same time Casey let out a groan and says, “Please turn around. I just need to see or I’ll die. I’ll really die man, and one of your mates will be dead. The most handsome of your mates will be dead, and you’ll be sad and–”

“Okay okay,” The blue terrapin was laughing, clearly in good humor. Leonardo, bless him, did as requested and presented his backside to them.

Jesus abcdefgH Christ, you couldn’t even see the damn string. Instead, the string was swallowed between two plump asscheeks that had Casey’s hands ache with the need to smack them. 

God, whatever work out regime the turtles were put through because of Master Splinter, he thanked the rat every damn day. Because the recoil and clap from those cheeks added fourty health points to his life every day. 

“Great googly moogly,” Casey sighs, tone dreamy and sounding as if he was on the verge of simply passing away.

“That thang is juicy,” Raph nods solemnly, popping off the cap of his ale so he could take a sip in comradery. “I didn’t even touch him, and neither did the twerps. I hope you know how difficult that was.”

“Yous guys are so kind,” His tone was sarcastic, but the taller male was grinning, giddy, and absolutely excited. Then he finally looks away from Leo to peer at his other mate, eyes narrowed in suspicion with a sly smile. “Hey, you’re wearin’ a cloak too. You got one of these bikinis on? Tell me now or I’ll cream my pants from anticipation.”

“Nope,” And Raph made sure to wet his lips to really pop the ‘p’ there, “Not right now. Fearless there felt ridiculous wearing the cloak here, so I wore one too so he wouldn’t feel so bad. I’m naked just as nature intended.”

“So…you don’t have one?” There was only a tiny bit of disappointment in the human’s tone, cause damn it, two turtles in a bikini was better than one. 

Raphael side eyed him for a moment, then tips his drink fully back against his lips with a secret grin, “I nevah said I didn’t have one. I jus’ said I wasn’t wearin’ one right now. Who knows what’s waitin’ back at the lair.”

Damn, his boyfriends were amazing. Casey’s cheeks were beginning to hurt from smilin’ so hard, “Have I ever told y’all that my favorite animal are turtles?” 

If someone told him when he was a kid that when he grew up, he’d have two mutant turtle boyfriends who wore bikinis and could kick his ass from Upper Manhattan to the Upper West Side, lil Casey would of totally asked for whatever it was the person telling him that was smoking. It sounded awesome. 

Leonardo shakes his head, popping his hip out and placing his hand there, “No, it’s not. You said your favorite animal is an eagle because they screech as loud as you do.” 

“Yeah, both loud as hell and just as annoying,” Raphael laughs, then laughs even harder when Casey shoves him once more. But he was feeling charitable, so he very politely didn’t shove his man’s face into the dirt. He was a great mate like that.

This was a date, and it wasn’t often they got luxuries like this. It really was super dope of his boyfriend to plan this whole thing, and he was gonna take advantage of this. 

So Raph chugs the last few gulps of his beer, belches, places the bottle down and stands up. He shrugs the cloak off from around him and stretches, then winks at two. “Aight! Let’s get this date started! You did good, Case, kiss ya later. Right now: Last one in is a lame ass ninja!”

And he was off, laughing at the outranged scream from his human boyfriend from behind him at the head start, then yelling “Hey!” when a blue blur shot past him, running towards the mini pier. 

Seconds later, Leonardo jumps off the end of the pier and dives right into the water, a smooth arc that barely disturbed the surface. 

On the other hand, Raphael skidded to a stop at the edge instead of jumping right in. He peers at the water, then nods to himself, satisfied at what he saw. 

Backing up a few feet, the red terrapin then ran full speed down the pier and and leaps off the edge. In the air he tucks his knees to his chest to grab them, yelling, “Cannonball!”

A large splash follows the yell, and under the water he went. 

Looks like he was the lame ninja, and Casey groans, hastily chucking off his pants and mildly struggling to tug his shirt over his head. Raph was finna rib on him the moment he was in the water, he just knew it. 

Tossing his shirt aside, he jogs towards the pier with a grin when he spots his loves waving at him to hurry him up. 

This date was an awesome idea. 

From there, the afternoon hours slowly drift by, the sun dutifully shines, and the temperature was hot enough that it made the lake water a welcome reprieve. 

The trio proceeds to swim for the next few hours and engage in all sorts of activities; some activities more intense than others, some challenges for the sake of competition, and other times, they simply float in the water because they couldn’t be bothered to move. 

Challenges included seeing who could hold their breath the longest underwater (why Casey thought he could beat a turtle mutant at such a contest, who knows). 

Seeing who could swim from one side of the lake to the other the fastest (again, why Casey thought he could beat a turtle mutant at such a contest, who knows).

Jumping repeatedly into the lake (or cannon-balling, in Raphael and Casey’s case), trying to drown each other, splashing each other every chance they got, and chasing any fish to see who could catch the most for fun (the winner being Leonardo, because of course Mr. I-can-sit-still-for-hours-like-a-gargoyle-statue would win). 

Much later at one point, Casey had to tap out from the water and trudge back to their spot. His muscles pleasantly ached after swimming for so long, but he wasn’t a turtle mutant, and therefore could only swim and be in the water for so long. But, he told his boyfriends to have fun and to take their time, enjoy themselves! There was no rush, and honestly, he was gonna take a nap much like he wanted to do earlier. 

Making it to the tarp, he squats down, careful to minimize the amount of sound getting on the blanket, and reaches for his backpack to rummage through for the pair of clothes he brought to change into. He also snags a towel to dry his hair, and a water bottle to rinse the sand off his feet. 

It was quick work, and once he was in dry clothes, which was just a new pair of shorts because he forgo his spare shirt and his original clothes for now, the human then pulls out a pair of shades from his bag and made himself comfortable on the tarp to settle in for that nap. 

He could distantly hear the sound of splashing and though he couldn’t hear any conversation from them, he was openly smiling as warmth blazed in his heart at every laugh his ears did pick up. Perfect. He’d catch a few Zs, the turtles could be turtles, and then they could all eat later together.

With the afternoon sun on his face and the sound of his boyfriends’ joy filling his ears, Casey closes his eyes and lets himself drift off into dreamland. 

It could not have been longer than twenty minutes, tops, but all too soon there was an insistent poking to his cheek that Casey let out a grumble at and swatted at the finger, turning his head away to continue sleeping. 

There was a snort, and suddenly his glasses were snatched off his face and light penetrated through his eyelids. With a loud groan, Casey opens his eyes and immediately squints up at whatever dared to disturb his sleep, doing his best to channel his annoyance through his glare. 

“Easy white chocolate. You’ve been nappin’ for like, an hour.” The turtle gestures to the sky, the colour slowly transforming from a brilliant blue to a soft ombre of pink and orange.

Damn, had he really napped for that long? Looks like he was more tired than he thought. 

 “We done swimmin’, figured you’d like a wake up call. I ain’t even dump water on your face.” Raphael was smirking down at him, in all his arrogant and stupidly handsome glory with the stolen sunglasses now at home on his face. 

Huffing, Casey flips the dark scaled turtle the bird before he pushed himself up to a sitting position, stretching his arms above his head for a moment with a yawn, then letting them flop beside him. “Wow, how kind. Remind me to thank you never.”

“You could thank me for stopping him. You’re welcome,” Both males turned their heads towards the blue terrapin who stood a few feet away, head tilted to the side as he twisted and squeezed the tails of his mask, wringing the water from the fabric as much as possible.

When he gained no response, Leo looked back at them with a brow ridge raised, “What?”

“Babe, if you come sit on my lap I’ll thank you properly.” Sleep was now the furthest thing from his mind, and Casey was sitting up eagerly now, patting his lap with a wide, impish grin. 

Tossing the damp mask tails over his shoulders, Leonardo eyed his two boyfriends, amusement clear as they were clearly looking him up and down with open want and hunger, their intent and message clear.

Casey once again patted his lap, focusing only on his blue mate, his grin widening when the turtle decided to indulge him and walk over to him, purposely swaying his hips in his walk. 

They were only a few apart, but the older ninja made his gait slow, purposeful; a cobra slithering up to its prey. A predator that knew its prey wasn’t going to be able to escape from it, and knew escape was the furthest thing from the prey’s mind.

The human got the distinct feeling he was the one going to be devoured, and that made a shiver of excitement go down his spine. 

Soon Leonardo was standing over his lap, but instead of sitting where the human indicated, the turtle tosses a smile down at him, then coaxes his hot-tempered brother to step closer to press their lips together. 

Casey hums, and slides his palms slowly up the turtle’s legs, stroking the damp scales idly, lovingly, and decided that he would entertain his mouth as well. 

Leaning forward, the vigilante placed open mouth kisses on the scales there, hands busying themselves by stroking and massaging his lover’s thighs, feeling the muscles twitch underneath his ministrations. He could hear his boyfriends making out above him, the rumbles coming from Raphael and the soft, pleased sighs coming from Leonardo. 

Another kiss, then he bites down on the green scales, smirking when Leo lets out a sharp 'ah!' above him.

He pulls away and admires the faint teeth indent he left there. One had to bite the scales a little hard to actually leave an indent, but feeling Leonardo shuffle a little closer, the ninja clearly didn’t mind the rough treatment, so Casey did it again. And again, and again, then switched from blatant bites to kissing and sucking hickies into both of his boyfriend’s thighs. 

Leonardo tried squeezing his thighs together, the way his brother was dominating his kiss, holding him close, and the ministrations to his thighs clearly making his body heat up and his heart race. 

He may have initiated the kiss, but it was clear it was Raphael that took charge of the kiss. The darked scaled terrapin had his older brother’s arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close and his own hands grasp Leonardo’s hips to pull him closer, to their human boyfriend’s advantage. 

The older turtle was losing himself, the biting he could feel but couldn’t see making him moan and shiver, and the red terrapin deepening their kiss. Tongues curled around each other, beaks tilted away from one another, and Raphael starting up a deep purr he knew made Leonardo’s toes curl at hearing the pleased sound at his submission. 

Leonardo enjoyed giving himself over to his lovers and little brothers to do with his body as they pleased, and they always made the experience worthwhile. 

Suddenly Leo’s hold on the younger turtle tightened, and he broke off the kiss with a churr and Raph took the momentary pause to look down to see what their human was doing. 

Casey had deemed himself satisfied at the display of bite marks and hickies painting along his mutant boyfriend’s thighs, and turned his attention to the fabric of his boyfriend’s bikini. There was already little material to begin with, so just a few minutes in the sun was enough to dry the material in a matter of minutes.

Except now, there was a dark wet spot right where his baby’s slit was. 

If it was possible, he’d do one of them turtle noises his boyfriends did, a churr or whatever it was called. As it stands, he was a human and thus let out a husky, “Fuck” at the sight. Casey even watches for a bit, enraptured, as his boyfriends continued kissing above him and the wet spot grew more and darkened, to the point that the small triangle was drenched in moments. He had to swallow the drool that flooded his mouth at the sexy view, his dick jumping in agreement.

He valiantly resisted the urge to tear the damn thing off, and with pure willpower, he tugged the soaked cloth to the side, not bothering to tug the material down or rip it off.

He fully intended on appreciating the gift, and with the cloth moved aside, he was given a full, frontal view of his mate’s pussy revealing itself from his slit; puffy lips and slick gathering to show his arousal. Fuck, a bit of slick was even starting to drip down his mate’s twitching thigh, now that the cloth wasn’t in the way. 

His own shorts were tenting at this point, his body reacting from their foreplay and the wet noises the turtles were creating. But Casey paid no mind to his own hard-on. He had better things to do. 

Wetting his fingers with his tongue, Casey places his thumbs on either side of the turtle’s slit folds and pulls apart, spreading his lips and revealing his wet entrance. The human leans closer, his breath feather light and ghosting over the quivering heat, then licks his lips at the sight of the muscles twitching and more slick gathering. He could feel his boyfriend’s legs lightly shaking in anticipation, but Casey takes his time to admire Leonardo in all his glory.

“Casey, don’t be such a tease…!” Leo hisses out. It would have been more commanding, more intimidating, but the terrapin’s tone was breathless; words whiny and needy, and Casey could feel the turtle pushing his hips closer in demand, in offering; anything to get some relief on his aching cunt. 

If Casey wasn’t so eager to get a taste of him, he would tease him a bit more. Maybe massage his lips and spill all sorts of dirty talk about what he was going do to his boyfriend and drive him mad. 

But the truth is, he can’t wait either. He’s been waiting since he first saw the ninja in all his blue bikini magnificence.  

He doesn’t bother with any of the fanfare, maybe next time. Right now Casey needed to eat pussy like it was his sole purpose. He leans in and presses his tongue flat against Leo’s entrance before sliding his tongue up and giving a bit of pressure against his clit. 

Leonardo moans loudly above him, unabashedly so, because with no one around to be concerned about, he was allowed to be as loud as he wanted to be. Something his boyfriends were clearly liking if the moan vibrating against his pussy and the way Raphael eagerly bit his lip was anything to go by. 

Casey continues to lick at his folds, lapping him up and relishing in the amazing taste that could only be Leonardo.

“That’s right Jones, keep licking his pussy nice and good, shit’s immaculate.” He hears Raphael’s husky voice say, hears him command from above him. 

Casey wasn’t someone you could just tell what to do and he’d roll over and listen, he wasn’t some damn dog or soldier. He didn’t listen to anybody, took orders from nobody, and would fight everybody and they mamas just because he felt like it. 

But he shivered, the command sending heat down his spine and he let out a groan in response. His boyfriends were the exception, and he didn’t mind following their commands if they got pleasure from it. There was no way, with both turtle’s avidly watching him, that the human could be anything but amazing at eating his boyfriend’s pussy right now. 

Casey gives Leo’s wet heat several licks before his tongue dives into his entrance, stretching him open as he basically fucks him with his tongue. Nice and deep, he licks and kisses what he can, tongue flat and curling inside of the turtle. Casey moans again, muffled, as he swallows what slick he can and lets whatever he can’t dribble down his chin. A messy eater who’s determined to clean his plate. 

Leonardo’s moans grow louder as Casey continues to push his tongue inside him, and when he gives his clit a suck, the turtle chokes back a scream.

“Casey!” Leo rolls his hips forward, doing his best to ride that wicked tongue as Casey repeats what he does; licking him, sucking his clit, and pushing his tongue into him over and over. 

Leonardo arches his back, a gasp leaving him when two fingers are promptly pushed inside him with an embarrassing amount of ease, a loud whine leaving him. “I’m gonna—!”

Then, Casey abruptly stops, pulling his mouth and fingers away, which makes his boyfriend glare down at him for stopping. The look on Leo’s face makes him chuckle, and he’s sure Leo is thinking about taking the nearest stick and brandishing it as a katana. 

He very much would like to not die with a boner, so he kisses Leo’s thigh in apology, then does his best to shimmy out of his swim trunks without getting up. The action seems to shut any further complaints, and the katana wielder stares at his now exposed cock with a single minded focus. 

Casey grins and says, “Come on babe, lemme really thank you.”

Raph steps back, and Leo goes to remove his bikini, but Casey coughs really loud then says, “Uh…actually…could you keep it on? I really like it.”

Both turtles look at him with varying degrees of amusement, and the human’s cheeks darken in a blush before he groans, “You’re sexy! I don’t wanna hear shit, leave me alone.”

Leonardo leaves the bikini on as requested with a laugh, and maneuvers himself to sitting on his human boyfriend’s lap, knees planted on either side of Casey’s hips with him raised up enough that his human’s length can press against his entrance without breaching, the small contact making them both moan in anticipation. 

Raphael continues to stand there for a moment longer, watching the two then switches his attention to the vigilante with a smirk, “Chin up, Jones.” 

He steps behind Casey and uses his one hand to tilt the human’s head back and squats down a bit, leaning forward to give an upside down kiss just as Leonardo steadies Casey’s cock and sinks down, taking all inches of his penis inside in one smooth movement. 

Whatever groan or moan Casey would have let out was immediately swallowed by Raphael, but Leo freely let out a keen moan at the feeling of being full, his boyfriend’s dick inside him feeling good. 

Leo didn’t need a moment to adjust and didn’t bother giving the human a moment either. He was close already and didn’t want to waste time. He immediately raised himself up until just the head was inside, then dropped himself down onto Casey’s lap with a harsh plap and breathless moan, taking all of his boyfriend’s dick inside him instantly again. He did this repeatedly, finding a rhythm to his bounces with a front row seat to his mates kissing in front of him. 

Casey’s mouth was completely occupied, and Raphael moaned at the remnants of the taste of Leo on the human’s tongue. They were enthusiastic kissers, tongues tangling and lips pressing against each other insistently. They were groaning and moaning, with Casey’s hands planted beside himself to hold his upper body up, though his hands were tightly clenched into fists now. Pleasure from one boyfriend riding him and the other kissing him like there was no tomorrow was making him dizzy. 

Then the red terrapin pulls away from the kiss slowly, a string of saliva connecting them for a few seconds before it breaks from the distance, both grinning at each other before Raphael moves away and Casey turns his attention to the turtle bouncing on his dick with a moan. 

Raphael steps beside them now, and finally lets himself drop from his own pouch with a relieved sigh, having kept himself tucked this entire time. But now he freed himself, his dick hard and throbbing, standing at attention with pre-cum already drooling at the tip. He needs relief, and he pumps himself watching his older mate lose himself in chasing his orgasm, eyes closed and head tilted back, panting and whimpering. 

He shifts closer to him and continues to pump himself, the movement catching Leonardo’s attention. The blue turtle opens his eyes to look at him, his smile sultry and inviting in a way that makes Raphael moan. 

Leonardo tilts his head towards him, leaning forward and looking up at Raphael, eyes half lidded and dark in that siren way that always makes the sai wielder weak to whatever command he’ll give; Eager to listen, to obey, to give whatever it is that’ll please this creature he has the privilege to call brother and mate.  

“Open your mouth, baby.” And Leonardo does just that. He opens his mouth and allows Raph to stroke his cheek for a moment in admiration at the easy obedience, then moves his hand to grip blue mask tails and push his cock inside his mouth. 

Leo takes in his girth and moans when his tip hits the back of his throat, the vibrations almost making Raph cum right then and there. The older turtle’s throat was open, relaxed, easily accepting the dick in his throat with nothing more than a flutter of his lids and a pleased, muffled churr. 

That’s all it took to make Leonardo happy, a dick slamming up into his pussy and another thrusting into his mouth, promising to leave his throat pleasantly sore and lips abused. 

“Fuck baby, fuck, you’re so hot. I can feel you tighten up on me,” Casey moans at the sensation of Leo’s pussy clenching around him as the turtle welcomes Raph into his mouth. 

Another muffled churr leaves Leo, pleased at the praise and attention, and Raph moans as the vibrations along his cock. He pulls out of his mouth almost all of the way and pushes back in, satisfied at the gagging sounds Leo makes, even though Raph knows he can take way more than that.

Has taken way more than that before. 

Raph does that a few more times, loving the stretch of Leo’s sexy lips around him and his muffled moans, then purrs, “Relax fearless. Lemme remind you where you belong; choking on my dick like the sexy little slut you are.” 

Leo’s eyes flutter close at his words, pussy clenching. He gives a muffled whine, then relaxes his throat once more, message clear: take me. 

Raphael does. He grips those mask tails tighter, holding his leader in place while he pulls out, dragging his cock along the flat of his tongue purposely so his mate could feel it. His dick is completely out and with one hand gripping mask tails, he uses his free hand to grip his wet dick to slap the head against his mate’s cheek with a wet plip. Smirking at the immediate whine the action received, and did it again.

“There ya go. You got a dick in you and here you are, all whiny for another one. Can’t even help yourself, can ya?” And the turtle glances at his other boyfriend, who was watching them with dark eyes and lust clearly written on his face, “What do ya think, Case? Should I give the baby what he wants?”

Said human grins, and sits up completely so he could entwine his fingers with Leonardo’s, holding his hands while the turtle on his lap groans and slows his bouncing just a bit to adjust to the new angle, “Yeah, give it to him, our baby deserves it. He’s all pretty for us, he should get a reward for it. Ain’t that right Leo?”

Sitting up now, Casey thrusts his hips up and Leo lets out a gasp, then gags when Raphael takes that moment to thrust his cock completely inside his mouth without warning. The harsh treatment gets tears to prick the corner of eyes, but Leo moans wantonly, welcoming the pleasure and roughness. 

Their roles change, Leo submits to their actions and does nothing to pull away or control anything. The predator has become the prey. 

With their fingers interlocked, Casey brings his arms down and hands close to his chest, forcing Leo’s arms to press against his own sides to accommodate the position. More importantly, the position helps emphasize Leonardo’s chest by pushing the plastron mounds closer together. 

Then Casey purposely thrusts up into the turtle that much harder, just to see the way Leo’s chest gives a jiggle at the force, looking much more obscene with the bikini top tied tight around him. 

They effortlessly fell into a rhythm; the two males taking their pleasure from their boyfriend’s willing body and vice versa. 

The obscene sounds of Raph’s cock moving in and out of Leo’s mouth, the wet slaps of Casey bouncing the blue turtle on his dick, Leo’s muffled whines and whimpers, Raph’s pants, Casey’s groans; all of their noises filling the space like a lewd harmony. Out in the open and in nature like this, the trio’s pleasured sounds were the perfect canopy of any creatures in the process of mating. 

“Ah–! F-Fuck babe, fuck, I’m gonna cum. M’gonna cum and this slutty pussy of yours is gonna take all of it,” Casey moans, feeling his completion fast approaching and eagerly fell towards it, grin wide and gaze focused on the turtle’s bouncing mounds and the way Raphael was quickly fucking into the leader’s mouth. Drooling from the fast pace Raph set and balls smacking smartly against his chin, and though Casey couldn’t quite see Leonardo’s gaze, the way his boyfriend’s pussy was fluttering around his dick told him everything he needed to know that he was close as well. 

Casey’s hands fall away from their entanglement, and without warning, he slaps the supple flesh of Leo’s ass, making him moan. So he does it again, one to each cheek before grasping the ninja’s waist and gives one last thrust before holding the trembling turtle firmly on his dick and cums with Leo’s name falling from his lips. 

Leo whines, trembling and pliant as the thick cock insides him continues to pulse and spill ropes of cum inside of him, and lets out a pleased purr at the sensation of getting stuffed. The cock in his mouth is also throbbing, seconds away from filling him too, and Leo looks up at his red younger brother with tears in his eyes and needy mewl in his throat. 

That does it, because Raphael groans and drops the mask tails in favor of cupping the back of Leo’s neck and forcing his older brother to deep throat him just as his orgasm hits. 

The feeling of being filled from both ends sends Leonardo tumbling over the edge as well, and Casey moans at the feeling of his walls spasming around his cock, coaxing his own dick to give a few last spurts as well. Leo moans around the dick in his mouth, trembling through his orgasm even as he goes willingly, happily even, to accept the organ down his throat. He dutifully swallows everything that’s given to him with his tail wagging unseen behind him. 

His compliance earns a deep rumbling churr from Raphael, who moves his hand from Leo’s neck to lovingly stroking his cheek, looking nowhere but at the beautiful sight before him. “Nnnng, that’s right. Sweet little whore, swallowing me like that. Ya know I love fucking that pretty mouth of yours, baby.”

Once he was sure he was done and Leo took every drop, Raphael slowly extracted his softening dick from Leo’s mouth, and once fully out he tucked himself away. Then leaned forward to kiss his mate squarely on his lips with a grin, “Amazing as always.”

Honestly, Casey could spend a few minutes laying there with his dick inside of Leo, maybe even pull Raph over to himself for some kisses. But it was that exact moment his stomach decided it had other plans and gurgled loudly.

Like, really loudly. 

Casey’s face was burning with mortification, and he had a tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, no one would say anything. He could, like, blame a passing plane or something. 

“Damn Jones, didn’t know your ass was part whale with all that noise you just made.” 

There goes those hopes. The human sighs as both turtles laugh at him, and he huffs, “I just fucked on an empty stomach, I’m hungry. You can’t even blame me, we done nothin’ but burn calories.”

“Food does sound good.” Leo rasped, then cleared his throat, trying and failing to completely clear his voice. Raphael snickers, then promptly put his hands up in front of him when his mate shoots him an icy glare, “Aight, my bad, let’s get some food. Ya brought food, right, Jones?”

“Of course I did.” He huffs, then let out a little mournful sigh when Leonardo raises himself up and off his soft dick, already missing the warmth. Raph steadies his brother as he got his footing and adjusts his soiled bikini bottoms while the human pulls his shorts back up to cover himself. 

The turtles move to arranged themselves comfortably on the tarp while Casey tugs the plastic bags filled with containers over, and passes them to each turtle, “And before you twos get smart, I actually made the food for us. April let me use her apartment.”

Eyeing the container a little doubtfully, Raphael smirked at his human, “She didn’t trust you alone in her kitchen, did she?”

Passing Leo his food, Casey sneered, “Shut and eat your food, or I’ll eat it.”

He didn’t deny the accusation though, but the teasing was light and they laugh and opened their containers. Casey waits to open his though, eager for their reactions and wasn’t disappointed when both ninjas looked surprised at what they saw. 

“Since when did you know how to make lasagna?” Raph asks, the shock clear on his face that he didn’t bother to try and hide. He held the container closer to take a whiff, brows furrowed, “And it smells good as hell. You really made this?”

Leo, likewise, was staring at his container full of yakisoba with wide eyes and disbelief, “Casey, politely, there’s no way you made this.”

Okay, yeah, his cooking skills weren’t great and were little to non-existent, but still! They didn’t need to be insulting him! He rolls his eyes, scowling, “Yes, I actually made it. Geez. I got Mike to give me his recipes for some of the food you twos liked, then I got April to let me use her kitchen. But I did everything myself, thank you.”

They didn’t need to know how many batches of burnt noodles he made prior, or how many times he set the fire alarms off, those were just unnecessary details. 

Casey was ready to defend himself more, and was ready to share that April tasted everything and gave her approval that indeed, everything was edible. But instead, he got twin looks of fondness that made his stupid heart and insides feel all warm and fuzzy, the fight draining out of him. 

“Thank you, Casey. That’s really sweet of you.” Leo murmurs, clearly pleased at all the effort their boyfriend went about trying to appease and be considerate of their different tastes. 

“Yeah, you got Mike to share his recipes with ya and that ain’t no easy feat. Good work man, I’m actually impressed.” Raph said, and offered a fist bump that Casey smugly returned. 

“Thanks! I am pretty great at this whole date planning thing.” He says, smiling and sitting back and opening his own container of food; some shrimp fried rice that he made for himself. They all had different tastes, and he worked hard to cater to them all. 

All the containers had tinfoil lining within them, so although it was hours later, the food was still pleasantly warm for all of them to enjoy. He had got up extra early to cook everything, so it all worked out in the end. 

Casey passes out utensils then hands a peach cooler to Leo, another Redd’s to Raphael, and takes a ale for himself. They weren’t aiming to be drunk, just something light and easy to wash everything down. With all their swimming and the amount of food they had, they’d be sober and good to go whenever they decided to leave. For now, it was time to relax. 

“We got a few more hours and I figured we could swim again after we eat, then have a fire if you twos are down for it. I also brought marshmallows and chocolate for us to roast.” He went to take a bite of his food, when two different shades of green hands suddenly pulled him over and he received a kiss from each turtle, one on each cheek. 

“Thanks, Case, this is nice.” Raph sat back with a genuine smile on his face. Harden features soft in that particular way he only lets the people he truly holds dear to his heart to see.  

“The fire sounds fun, let’s do that.” Leo says, also smiling, and Casey sat back with a matching smile on his face, just as pathetically fond and in love as theirs were. 

They toasted their drinks to each other, and Casey basked in just how absolutely happy he was at this moment. Everything worked out in the end in his favor, and he couldn't ask for a better day. 

The sun was setting and the sun’s rays were slowly fading as the trio chat amongst themselves, joking and eating their food. It was starting to get cooler, but that was fine. The love he had for the turtles continued to keep him warm long after the sun set and the stars came out.