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Leo didn’t mean to read it.
That’s what he told himself when he found the old notebook.
He didn’t mean to open it and snoop around. But he recognized the scribbles on the cover, on a label that had lost most of its glue, the letters tight and as aligned as the hand of an eight-year-old could create. Donnie’s handwriting.
The notebook wasn’t that special, except for its usage time. He supposed it had also been for Donnie because it had spaceships and not accurate star drawings on the cover, but more importantly, it had his name on it.
Leo knew it wasn’t a journal, because Donnie would keep
logs
instead, data after data stored in his systems, recordings of everything and everyone. This was one of its predecessors, a temporary method until Donnie mastered the use of computers and voice recordings.
He could have taken it as a notebook like any other. Except for the title.
The world according to Donatello Hamato
It made Leo smile. Of course, it was going to have a tacky title.
There was no particular reason for him to have the notebook in his hands. He was cleaning their home, going through the junk room —things they refused to throw away— otherwise he would have never found it.
Truth was, Leo got the short straw in the chores for the weekend and had to deal with the room of junk they had piled over the last seven years.
He sorted out the things that were from each of his brothers, leaving them in different boxes for them to check into and decide whether they deserved to remain in their home or not. April once said they were hoarders, and Leo wouldn’t deny it, not when they survived most of their lives from the trash humans threw away. Something about being a treasure for others, he heard once. After the passing of their dad, the room was filled with more things, memories of their dad, and trophies that they said they would find where to place.
What better time than now to do that? Leo thought as he kept those in a different corner. They had been busy, no doubt about that, but they were in a period of calm, and Leo thought it would be good to fix around their home.
There were old pieces of furniture Donnie had worked hard to reassemble and reuse, but there was a limit to how many times one could fix a chair before it was beyond repair. He threw the skillets that were too scrapped to be used, and some clothes that were more rags than something wearable.
At twenty-five years of age, Leo didn’t think he’d stumble upon so much stuff. He saw the old medals from when they were teens and did the lair competitions. He found one of Donnie’s first robot prototypes, a combination of wires and mismatched Lego pieces. Not only that, but he had to throw away a lonely teddy bear paw, the rest of the body lost and if Raph didn’t remember it, then he would not object to a dismembered stuffed leg.
Overall, he had managed three big bags of trash, about to tackle the last pile of boxes. Until he found the notebook.
Leo knew he had to throw it into the box labeled with his twin’s name and let the softshell decide what to do with it. But something was itching in his brain to take a peak.
It wouldn’t hurt, maybe it was a list of Donnie’s child-like inventions, the ideas he had when he was younger. Or perhaps it had nothing, and Donnie never filled it out. The light above him was lit enough for him to read comfortably in the now three-quarters-done room. So, he sat down on one of the worn-out tatami mats they had and opened it.
As expected, the first lines were simple sentences. Donnie practiced his handwriting. Leo chuckled at the three pages filled only with Donnie’s name written over and over; then was Mikey’s name, Raph’s, and Leo’s. Donnie wrote them several times, with Leo smiling at how noticeable Donnie’s improvement with each line and curve was.
It wasn’t until the eighth page that he saw something more than names.
The date was written in the top right corner of the page, one he knew was important, just as Donnie had captured on that page.
Today is Leo and me’s birthday.
He smiled. They didn’t have birthdays until Raph was around nine or so years old. Leo didn’t blame their dad for not showing what it meant, because they couldn’t pinpoint exactly what their birthday would be. When they were an egg? When they hatched? Or when they were mutated in Draxum’s lab?
Leo remembered they had managed to find a movie about birthday candles and wishes, and only then did the old rat relent into saying what birthdays were. The solution for their day of birth resumed by taking an old calendar and picking a day.
Raph chose late March, while Mikey went for a summer birthday. Leo didn’t select right away, because he wanted it to be special, but also, because he wanted to wait for Donnie’s choice.
Until Donnie turned to him and asked which date Leo wanted.
Yes, they weren’t twins by biological definition, but they said they were, so they had to share their birthday.
In the end, they went for one between October and November, because hey, they also liked the part about dressing up and getting loads of candy.
The world according to Donatello Hamato. A study done by Donatello Hamato, the second-oldest brother and the funniest.
Leo wanted to snort. They never knew who of the two was the oldest —it was Leo, but this was Donnie’s journal—.
Leo flipped the next pages, finding scribbles of simple sentences, slowly turning to longer paragraphs, describing things of those days. He read about the first time Raph went to the surface, and copied instructions on basic electronics, and how to create circuits and boards. He smiled because Donnie describing things as if he were studying them from an outside perspective was cute. Typical of him, he thought as he read the day they ate anchovy pizza and agreed to never have that ever again.
He was halfway through the notebook, thinking it was best to leave it with Donnie to decide as it seemed to have information no longer relevant until he saw an entry that made his heart leap.
It had been a day in April, around ten years or so ago. A few months before the Shredder happened.
Leo confessed to me today.
He couldn’t help it, he snapped the notebook shut. This was becoming a boundary crossing, and there was no way he could weasel himself out of that one if Donnie were to find out he found the notebook.
But reading that only made the walls in his heart pound. He’d been guarding his feelings so well for the last ten years, how was he supposed to know five words would be like a sledgehammer?
If there was a line to show him to stop, Leo ignored it, because he had a thing for self inflicting pain. A remaining issue from his first years of leadership and failure to keep up to that title until events put him in place.
He was reading it to punish himself. At least, that’s what he thought as he opened it again to look at those words again.
Leo confessed to me today.
He said he loved me. Not in the way we’ve told each other after a birthday or whenever winter rolls around when everything has that whimsical effect on people. He said he loved me like how you love a partner.
The type of love that causes sweaty palms and heart arrhythmia.
However, Leo is my brother, no? We are self-appointed twins.
And isn’t that the keyword? Self-appointed, as if we weren’t the ones who decided to be called that way. It is not a basis of life, it is nothing but a status we decided years ago as the two middle children of this family.
I knew it wasn’t a prank, we would throw jokes and pranks at each other but never at the expense of emotions. I remember the list Mikey gave me for that. Leo was being honest, afraid to even share something of that caliber.
And I panicked. I said yes.
Why did I say yes?
Leo sighed, rubbing his eyes from the prickle of tears that threatened the corner of his eyes. He could recall that day, how he had gathered all the courage to tell Donnie about his feelings, how nervous he’d been by the idea of potentially losing his twin forever. But Leo had fallen for Donnie, and he had been unable to move past those emotions. He tried, boy did he try, being extra obnoxious to find a way to trick his heart to have something, anything that would make him change his mind about Donnie.
Nothing worked. Leo was left feeling he could hide them, bottle them up, and keep them behind his many masks.
Until he woke up one day thinking that’s not how he could go on. And thus, he asked Donnie out.
Back then, Leo had been so happy that Donnie agreed to go on a date with him, that he failed to see the telltales of Donnie nervous. Or maybe, he saw them, but misread them as mutual excitement.
So, it came as a surprise when the date came and Donnie wasn’t a participant in it. He had wanted to blame it on first-date nerves, but the more he tried, the more it was obvious to him that this wasn’t something Donnie wanted to do. Every flinch Donnie did whenever Leo reached his hand out, the way he would avoid looking at Leo, looking at their surroundings or phone rather than whatever Leo showed.
It was the way Donnie shoved him hard enough that made Leo stumble and hit his shell against the wall when he tried to kiss him that confirmed Leo’s fear.
He remembered Donnie’s arms outstretched, the panic on his face, the way his voice trembled when he started to say how they should stop, it was weird. Leo was his
brother,
couldn’t they go back to the way they were? They were fine before, right? There wasn't any need for any of this.
It hurt.
Leo didn’t need to lie to himself about how much it hurt to hear that rejection. How he had been fooled into believing his feelings were reciprocated when they were not. He would have time to wallow in his misery, pulling off one of his smiles to comfort Donnie. Because that came first, for some masochistic reason.
Tell Donnie that yes, they could go back to what they were. Twins and nothing else.
He was gratuitous enough to portal them back home, letting Donnie go to his room without following, only to find the furthest place possible in the sewers to cry without anyone noticing.
Leo shuddered, quick to rub his eyes to brush away the tears.
Maybe he should stop, but again, he was nothing but a masochist, flipping the page to find an entry a week later.
I don’t understand
Written several times on the first half of the page, over and over in a frantic scribble, until Donnie poured his thoughts in the second half.
This is what I asked for.
This is what I wanted.
But I don’t understand.
Does Leo not care? I thought he would be hurt if his confession was true, but it’s been a week, and he acts as I asked. As my brother. Still took the pop tart I was waiting for, but left the weight blanket near my reach.
He still calls me by my name, and he doesn’t shy away from looking at me. But I see no trace of regret. I thought he would.
Leo wanted to scoff. Wasn’t that what Donnie had wanted back then?
I underestimated Leo’s histrionic skills.
I guess that’s something he is still better at than some. I may indulge in the tragedy of old, but Leo is a chameleon I cannot compete with.
The following pages were a combination of observation notes, Donnie trying to find a crack in Leo’s mask, to no avail. Leo knew he wasn’t going to find one, because he made sure to never show that kind of vulnerability again in front of Donnie.
Of course, it helped that they got bigger issues coming onto them, if Leo’s math wasn’t failing him too much, around that time was also when they defeated the Shredder, followed a year later by the Krang invasion.
As if those events weren’t more than enough to pause any type of thoughts about feelings.
It seemed to have worked because Leo didn’t see anything related to it a few pages later. He saw old designs of the subway carts, sketches of how they could be adapted into rooms, into their new home. He smiled at the change, the numbers, the instructions Donnie left to himself.
It wasn’t until ten pages later that he found another type of journal entry.
I went out on a date with April today.
Leo almost ripped the page.
It was sheer will that made him not tear it apart. He needed more context about what he read.
It took a while, but I finally decided to give dating a go and asked her out on a date. No magic town, no animatronics, just the two of us in some shared entertainment.
We ate, and we shared a sugary drink I found rather distasteful, as it had too much sweetness to my likeness. We saw a movie of a franchise we both enjoyed and then chased after a guy who, according to April, was a suspect behind loitering on her campus.
It was a great evening.
And yet, something was missing. Or more like, something wrong. Like that sensation whenever I step into my room and find my drawer two millimeters to the left from its original position. The world did not function how I wanted it to.
It seemed that April thought the same because the face she had after pulling away from the kiss we shared was not one of satisfaction but one akin to when you swallow down an antihistamine pill.
Not to say I was a bad kisser, she did not hurt my ego in such a way, but there was no real emotion behind it.
We are attached, yes, but not in the way one would have expected of us.
Leo let out air he didn’t know he had been holding in. So, Donnie and April went out on a date? He didn’t even think of his twin thinking of dating April, of all people. Except that, well, she fit his type, didn’t she? Cute, a dose of mean, strong, and smart, she marked all of Donnie’s boxes.
He knew April had no interest nowadays, otherwise they would have known, since she had shared some of her past dates and disappointments. Leo knew of a vast majority of April’s dating history, so it figured this one was a secret for them. He felt slightly bad for finding out about it years later. Still, the following pages were more of that, experiments, as Donnie titled them, of dates he had. Leo was surprised by the amount of people his twin went out with.
Some he knew, he heard firsthand about them, others, he had no clue about until he read the log. Humans, yōkai, and mutants alike, gender wasn’t even a variable for Donnie to consider. He flipped through them, not really wanting to see the details of those.
Until he stopped again at one that had his name.
I haven’t seen Leo go out with anyone.
I have seen him flirt, if there’s evidence behind his charm still being an asset to his advantage, but I have yet to find him with someone on a date, or a casual fling, for that matter.
Leo snorted at that entry. Of course, he wasn’t going to date. It wasn’t for lack of trying, because he’s had his fair share of curious eyes.
His case was more of focusing his attention on other things. It wasn't because he was waiting for Donnie. Even if a naive part of his mind wanted to believe that.
No, Leo was more focused on becoming a better leader, a better ninja, to indulge in dating. Besides, what could he say if they asked for his type? That his type was the smart, chaotic twin of his?
That after that night, all Leo could have were those fantasies of what he could have had but never did. He missed out on every adolescent dream of cute dates, sharing popcorn while watching a movie, holding hands while at an amusement park, and sharing a milkshake or a pizza.
His heart pounded again, making him put the notebook away for the umpteenth time that afternoon. Even for him, he was torturing himself too much.
He sighed, about to toss it in the box when he noticed he was only missing one page.
Well, he couldn’t leave it unfinished, he thought as his fingers trembled to unfold the corners of the page.
However, the handwriting on it was different. It was almost as if Donnie’s hand had been shaking when he wrote, a messy, desperate stroke. It was almost as if Donnie wanted to write down all he was thinking, but his brain was faster than his hand.
I love you.
Leo swallowed hard. He could finish this, maybe it would work as a final way for him to bury those feelings, attempt one final time to let go of them.
I love you?
Stars, I LOVE YOU…
I love you with such force that it haunts me. My hypotheses were all correct. No matter how much I tried, none of those dates were fruitful. They all lacked
something.
They lacked your humor, your wit, your very essence.
They were not fun enough, they were not smart enough, they weren’t you.
Leo, they weren’t you.
It’s not fair. It’s not fair! How dare you?! How dare you Leonardo Hamato, you had no right to do this to me! I should hate you, I should despise you for forever branding what being with someone is supposed to be.
I should yet I don’t.
Because I didn’t even give you one opportunity, wasted that one evening and panicked, pushed you away because I didn’t understand.
All I can think of is those days we’d spend together, fingers barely brushing as we watched a movie. About the quips and jabs, we would throw at each other while laughing and jumping across the city.
You acted your part and gave me the peace of a sibling bond instead of one of a romantic partner. I can’t believe it took me three years to see how that request alone must have hurt you. And now I think I know how you must have felt back then.
Leo, all I can think of is your face whenever the sky is blue, of your scent as your ninpō lights up around you. All I can think of is your warmth, your kindness hidden behind all those layers, and how for long I was one of the few who could see it… until I pushed you away.
I could have lost you, that time with the Krang. I did lose you, for more than ten minutes I had no idea if I was ever going to see you again, gone into a void in space.
And I didn’t understand back then, how much it hurt, how cold everything felt, chilling my bones until I couldn’t breathe.
Am I too late now?
Leo? Am I too late to ask for a second chance?
I love you
I… I love you.
Leo, I love you, and I’m afraid of loving you. Because you are strong, strong in handling that heartache I gave you without meaning to.
But I don’t think I am as strong as you.
“You know, reading private property is still not acceptable.”
Leo almost jumped out of his shell at the sudden voice coming from the door, looking up to see Donnie staring down at him, arms crossed as he assessed the situation. There was no hiding what was going on, but Donnie didn’t give him time to process what he read.
“Says the guy that has no idea of what the concept of privacy means,” Leo replied, the notebook still held tight in his hand as Donnie leaned against the door frame, “And this was in the mismatched room, so I would assume it is not relevant anymore.”
A flash of purple covered Leo’s eyesight, pixels dancing in front of him as Donnie’s energy manifested a mechanical arm that ripped the notebook away from his hand. It appeared in Donnie’s hand in less than a second, as the softshell kept looking at Leo with an unreadable face.
Well, for many, because Leo knew him better than anyone.
He could tell there were two major emotions on Donnie’s face. The first one was an annoyance because Leo read something that he knew now was meant to never be read, by him of all people. The second one, subtle except for the way Donnie’s pupils moved, was fear. A fear of unknown response.
Leo could tell Donnie was also trying to assess him, trying to guess what Leo was thinking.
They were so used to each other, Leo knew Donnie’s thoughts were mostly about what Leo was thinking. Was he disgusted? Was he against it? Did this change things between them to the point of no return?
He saw Leo reading that last confession. But Leo didn’t know how long that had been written. Seven? Five? Two years ago? For all Leo knew, they could’ve been from so long ago that they weren’t real anymore.
Before he could say something, he saw Donnie’s body itching to the left, about to make a run for it.
He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t deal with the uncertainty any longer.
It took a blink, a fraction of a second, for the scent of ozone to fill the cart as Leo disappeared from his spot on the mat and reappeared in front of Donnie. His hand gripped his wrist and pushed him against the cart wall.
“Let go!”
“I’m sorry for reading,” Leo blurted out first, “But I need to know… do you?”
His voice cracked, looking at Donnie and noticing his sight was blurry, only to realize it was because tears pooled in his eyes. He still had Donnie’s messy writing in his mind, the confession he had yearned for, the one he thought he would never get.
“I don’t know what you’re talking ab—”
“Donnie, don’t ask me to pretend again. I won’t be able to… not anymore.”
He could feel the trembling in Donnie’s hand, the way his breathing was more agitated, but he needed to know.
“Do you still love me?”
“I should be asking you that,” Donnie said instead of answering, his voice barely above a whisper, “It’s been ten years—”
“And I never stopped. I just need to know if you do.”
Silence reigned between them, with Leo’s grip slowly faltering. Maybe it had been too much to ask. Perhaps that entry was so old, that Donnie did what he could not do, move on. He let go of him, taking a step back and about to apologize again, when he felt Donnie’s hands grabbing his scarf to pull him close, lips crashing against one another.
It wasn’t the first kiss Leo had dreamed of. It hurt, their teeth clashed and there were sniffles in between. But he wasn’t going to complain, not when Donnie was holding him with a grip stronger than iron, with how he was the one pushing against Leo, trying to take each molecule of air away from his lungs.
It didn’t last long, but when Donnie finally pulled away, both were struggling to breathe, as the soft shell looked up to meet his eyes.
“Does that answer your question?”
Leo wanted to laugh. Of all the things he could have heard, his twin being his usual taunting was not the first that came to his mind. But here he was, with flushed cheeks and shiny lips looking back at him, waiting for an answer.
Leo could answer back the same way, grabbing Donnie by the lapels of the jumpsuit Donnie wore, returning the kiss with the same eagerness and desperation.
He didn’t pull away as he made them blink out of that spot and back to the worn-out mats, with Donnie stumbling to find his balance as he straddled Leo’s lap. They didn’t speak, instead playing some tugging war with their mouths as Donnie parted his lips to let Leo kiss him more.
A few boxes toppled over and fell behind them, but neither paid attention to it as Leo’s hands gripped onto Donnie’s arms, as if he were going to leave at any second. He didn’t, instead moving to tug away Leo’s scarf and hold the slider’s face.
Their lungs were burning, but neither wanted to pull away, not when they had so much time to catch up.
“Why are you crying?” Donnie asked in between, even if he was also tearing up, his mask getting soaked from his tears as Leo chuckled and pressed his forehead against him.
“Am I not allowed to cry of joy?”
Donnie responded with another kiss, with Leo wrapping his arms around the softshell’s waist, neck tilted up as Donnie pressed more into him.
“You don’t know…” Leo gasped when they pulled away again, “How much I have wanted…”
He wanted to say how much more it meant to him, that this was not only a physical need, but they had lost years in that limbo of not knowing, of not trying again. The uncertainty had eaten at him until Donnie pressed a hand against Leo’s plastron, pushing him down to the worn out mat. That movement alone caused their hips to connect, causing Leo to blush.
“I want more than this,” Donnie replied, “Of course I want more, the entirety of you, but I’m here now, and we have waited far too long.”
Leo swallowed hard, pulling Donnie close again by the neck as his twin shuddered into the touch and bumped his snout against the slider.
“Show me how much you’ve wanted me.”
“Those are strong words,” Leo muttered, pulling Donnie close for another kiss.
Neither of them knew exactly what they were doing, fumbling with their hands as they tried to work each other’s garments out of the way, nervous laughter filling the room as Leo struggled with the clasp of Donnie’s overall. The softshell wasn’t that far behind, cursing on the belt Leo wore as the slider tried to lift his hips without toppling them over.
“Do you have any idea of how many years we wasted dancing around each other?”
“If my calculations are correct, around six years, four months and two days, give or take, our feelings were in the same synchrony around that time frame.”
Leo should not be aroused by statistics, yet here he was, groaning while his tail stood upright as he buried his snout in the crook of Donnie’s neck once they were fully out of their clothes. He could smell traces of coffee from Donnie’s breakfast, that bitter scent that suited him so well and made Leo weak. His mouth started to leave kisses on those green scales, palms secured against the leathery texture of his shell. His fingers could remember each scar from their previous fights, sighing as Donnie did the same, muttering Leo’s name in shaky breaths.
Their bare legs made Leo feel jolts of electricity, a sensation he had only felt while alone in his bed some nights ago.
“Have you uhm…”
“Performed intercourse? Not necessarily, no,” Donnie swallowed, his groin hot as Leo’s hands moved to his waist, “I was going to, but I changed my mind that day and, yeah.”
“Ah, I kind of hoped you’d know what to do,” Leo said, nerves betraying his voice, “I’m not exactly an expert—”
“Leo, I refuse to interrupt this moment to dive into Reddit for suggestions.”
Leo laughed, hugging Donnie close and turning them to have him against the mat, looking down at the flushed face. His hands were trembling, no doubt about it, but he could see the eagerness and nerves in Donnie’s eyes, swallowing hard before moving them closer to the inside of his thighs.
Donnie didn’t know where to put his hands, moving from Leo’s shoulders down his arms and back to his neck, trying not to squirm at the sensation of fingers against his legs. He’d dreamed of this for a while, guilty of having dreams, fantasies stored in his memories.
The reality of it was, they were both unaware of where to go, or what to do. But if there was one thing he knew about Leo in all those years, was that he never tried something if he didn’t see a win.
This, for some reason, felt like that. And it thrilled Donnie, seeing Leo figuring out how to touch him as his fingers found the slit of his tail. He felt the sensation travel through his entire nerve system as his toes curled, glad to remember how their bodies lubricated for moments like this.
He pulled Leo for another kiss, an excuse to do something and not just stay there still, moaning as another touch made his legs tremble. It felt good, and he needed more. Leo’s fingers slid up and down the slit, causing him to emit more noises. He could hear Leo gasping in between their kiss, mumbling Donnie’s name, one of his fingers finding a way inside him.
“You know… I won’t break.”
“I know you’re no porcelain doll,” Leo laughed, finding a rhythm in his hand while trying not to drop right there for the fact that he was touching Donnie in such a way, “Give me some credit too.”
“Hm, I would recommend,” Donnie gasped, hips buckling into Leo’s hand, hands finding grip in Leo’s mask tails, “a little more strength.”
“Do you mean like this?” Leo grinned, pushing another finger in that had Donnie cussing out a series of numbers.
“Y-yeah.”
“Dully noted,” Leo smiled, thrusting his fingers a little faster, his tail throbbing with Donnie’s sounds.
Donnie groaned, chasing that feeling against Leo’s fingers, his cock twitching inside him. He couldn’t help the moan when it slid out of the inner pocket in his tail, with Leo gasping in between as it hit the lower part of his body as well.
“W…wow.”
Donnie slapped a hand into Leo’s mouth, only to moan at the sensation of Leo’s cock brushing against his. He didn’t even know when Leo dropped.
“What was that for?”
“Startled me.”
“Oh, that startled you?” Leo grabbed Donnie’s face and pushed it aside, “Not my fingers inside you?”
“You could try something bigger.”
Leo grinned at him.
“You mean my other blade?”
If it weren’t because Donnie felt his muscles clenching against Leo’s digits, he would have shoved him away from him for that horrible joke.
Leo could only grin, even if he were still nervous about the situation. The joke was tacky, he knew that, but he was trying not to ruin things. Not when he finally had this moment, this time with Donnie.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said instead, bumping their foreheads together again, “I know you know that, but I wanted to say it.”
Donnie’s face flushed more, but he didn’t look away, arms wrapping around Leo’s neck, pulling him close enough that their cocks brushed one another.
“You are also quite handsome,” Donnie said, throat dry from the sudden nerves, “your training shows.”
“Oh?” Leo smiled, nuzzling into Donnie’s cheek, “Thanks.”
“But I can tell you’re stalling,” Donnie added, “Come on Leo, I can take you.”
He wasn’t lying, but he wasn’t entirely sure of it. Not when he’s not got the chance to tell from sight alone. Still, he waited, hugging Leo as the slider finally settled the tip of his cock right by Donnie’s entrance.
It wasn’t a quick thrust like he’d seen in some pornographic videos. He was glad that they were useless in their current situation because Leo was stretching him out in ways he hadn't dared to try on himself before.
He hissed but kept his grip tight on the slider.
“You know, now that I put more thought into it, most people don’t jump right into this the moment they confess.”
“Donnie,” Leo shuddered, feeling Donnie’s hands on his shoulders as if he was afraid Leo was going to leave. He wasn’t, but he was losing his composure from the heat around his cock, the way Donnie seemed to take him as he moved deeper inside him.
“We are not most people,” he continued, pushing his cock with a smile at the moan Donnie let out underneath him, “We are beyond what entails most people.”
“You don’t say, expressed with extra sarcasm.”
“For starters,” Leo rolled his hips, getting another moan from Donnie, “We are turtles.”
“Hybrid humanoid with turtle DNA, but go on,” Donnie said while digging his nails into Leo’s shoulders.
“The point being,” Leo grinned, “We forgot about the detail that we didn’t follow the status quo of regular humanity.”
“Wow, you’re using big words, that’s hot.” Donnie wrapped his legs around Leo’s waist, pulling him close to feel his slit filled with the slider’s cock, “You should’ve started with those to swoon me.”
Leo didn’t respond to that, instead finding Donnie’s mouth to kiss him again, his body shaky as he tried to find some kind of pace for his thrusts.
The room was filled with the sounds of their moans and the wet slaps of slick and their thighs as he continued to push into Donnie’s slit, feeling Donnie’s cock in between their plastrons, smearing precum and slick against him. It was driving Leo off the wall, his composure crumbling like a castle of cards because Donnie was there, with him, calling for him with the same amount of neediness Leo had for him.
He couldn’t have known it was that intense, not giving Donnie a warning as he gripped him tight and came.
It didn’t take too long to feel Donnie reaching the same climax, spurts of cum spilling in between them. Leo gasped and tried to regain his breath, looking at Donnie’s eyes, the way his pupils were so dilated all he could see was black.
They didn’t speak, both too preoccupied with remembering how to breathe, until Donnie held Leo’s face and pulled him close to kiss him. It was just as messy as the others, but with less impatience, while Leo practically purred into it.
“Would we fall into a TV trope if I say those three words now?” Donnie muttered while Leo laughed again.
“Not if I say it first—”
“I love you.”
As if what they had just done hadn't been enough. The words echoed in Leo’s brain, saving themselves into a core memory as Donnie’s fingers traced down the red marks on his face. He held them back, squeezing them as he leaned to press his forehead against Donnie’s.
“I love you too.”
“Even if it took this long?”
Leo smiled at him and kissed him again.
Hours later, Leo opened his eyes but didn’t move. He didn’t want to mess up the perfect moment he was in, with Donnie snoring next to him, head tucked under Leo’s chin as their legs were tangled one with the other.
Sure, the storage room would need another type of cleaning, but Leo would handle that the next day, having portaled themselves back to his room to have the comfort of his bed as Donnie held him tight in his sleep.
To think they could have spent the rest of their lives unaware of that closeness. At last, Leo could throw away those scenarios from his mind.
He turned to the drawer, where the notebook was still there, and smiled. Donnie refused to throw it away, flicking Leo’s snout for snooping while he grabbed it back, smiling down at the cover pictures before leaving there to rest.
Well, maybe Leo did wrong in reading, yes, but he was glad it led to this.
He looked at the label, the title Donnie gave to it, and smiled.
“You should be sleeping,” Donnie mumbled, “I can feel you awake.”
“I was reminiscing,” Leo replied, one hand caressing the top of Donnie’s head, “I’m sorry I read your diary.”
“It is not a diary,” Donnie mumbled, “It was a log categorizing important events of our world and life.”
“The world according to Donatello Hamato?”
“I can provide a broad approach to it,” Donnie huffed, pushing himself up to flick at Leo’s snout again, “I should add one final entry to it.”
Leo held Donnie’s hand, pulling it close to kiss his knuckles while admiring the flush on those green scales.
“What would it say?”
“The world is exponentially better now,” Donnie replied after a while, entwining his fingers with Leo’s “Because you are here, with me.”
Leo smiled, sighing into the kiss Donnie initiated as they positioned themselves for another round.
The world was indeed better with Donnie by his side.