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Donnie resists the urge to rub his temples. If he had hair, he’s sure he would've been pulling it right about now. There's always some mistake in his algorithm that throws him off and it takes too long for his liking to check and find the error only to find another and it annoys him to no end. Why he does this to himself, he couldn't tell you.
He might just say he has some masochist tendencies toward himself he doesn't know about, or just blatantly refuses to acknowledge it.
With a deep sigh, he stands and extends his arms and legs as much as he can, letting out a pained but satisfied moan as he hears the harsh pops of his joints in satisfaction. God knows how tall he’d be if he had good posture, but that's neither here nor there.
What Donnie needs right now is a break .
He slides open the door to his lab quietly and slips out, making a beeline to the kitchen. Making sure no one heard him, he takes out a mug from the cabinet and puts it under his coffee maker, inserting some coffee grounds into it and hitting the on button.
He props his elbows onto the table as he waits for the coffee to be done, lost in thought. He doesn't know what's wrong with him lately. He's screwing up his inventions and is easily distracted, his tech exploding more and more often than normal and he's sure the others have noticed too.
He's glad they haven't commented on it because if they asked, he couldn't tell them why because he’s not so sure himself. The weapon Casey asked him to create was ridiculous! He wanted a super taser, knives, chainsaw, and a torch built in the form of a metal hockey stick. A HOCKEY STICK! What’s with him and HOCKEY STICKS?
He lets his head slam lightly on the counter. God, he can't even begin to fathom the enigma that is casey jones, like for example, his entire existence. How can someone so crude be so involved in his life? Everywhere he turns its casey casey casey! All he ever sees or thinks about is that fool of a human.
His stupid missing teeth when he smiles, that god awful laugh that makes him feel some type of way, the hilarious way he tries to put on his eyeliner but ends up getting it in his eye and crying like a baby making black streaks run down his pale cheeks. Stupid. That boy is stupid.
So why can’t he get that dumb dumb out of his head?
The sound of the coffee machine sputtering to an end pulls him out of his thoughts and he’s so glad. He smiles contently as he picks up the hot cup and smells the delicious aroma of coffee with a complacent sigh. He blows lightly at it before taking a long and careful sip, relishing in the taste and he just about sags in the gift of bliss that is caffeine.
It never fails to calm and clear his mind, and he thinks it's just about his favorite thing the world has to offer in terms of drinks, because this was a miracle worker for him. If he wasn't an atheist, he’d kiss god's feet for it. Just as he was about to take another sip, the abrupt sound of his TPhone alarm goes off, startling him and he ends up choking on the hot liquid, dropping the cup and hacking his lungs out as quietly as he can as he fumbles to shut it off, looking every which way to ensure no one hears him.
He can only imagine what kind of picture he’s painting right now. He knows his brothers would never let him live this down if they saw.
The moment he’s able to breath without coughing out a lung, he checks just what the fuck triggered that. He wants to give himself the benefit of the doubt he didn't accidentally make an alarm for something and completely forgot about it, but with how things are going nowadays, it's probably likely he did.
His eyes go wide at the message on the screen. ‘It's Casey's emergency alarm!’
With a little more urgency, he scurries off to his lab and grabs his bo staff and leaves the lair in haste, the broken and spilt cup and coffee long forgotten.
He has to save casey.
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He glances at the gps on his TPhone then back at the building. ‘Is this the right place?’ he ruminates questionably but the dot on the map doesn't lie. He’s here.
Without doubting it further, he bursts through the door with the call of Casey's name as he immediately assumes battle stance, surveying the area. The moment his eyes rest on the center of the ice, he spots a single figure slinging hockey pucks into the goal. He hadn’t heard his dramatic ass entrance. Good.
He stalks a bit closer ‘til he’s practically at the glass, watching the boy shout in triumph at his shot. He knocks on the glass and the teens’ head swivles toward the sound, eyes lighting up when they land on donnie and skates over to him.
“Dude, you're so late! If this was a real crisis sitch, I'd be a goner!” he jokes and Donnie rolls his eyes. “Casey, that alarm is for emergencies only. THIS is clearly not an emergency” he ignores the weird gut feeling when Casey laughs. “Sure it is. Boredom is a serious thing y’know!” The turtle folds his arms as he sighs.
“So if this isn't an emergency, why did you set off the alarm?” he questions and the other just smirks as he hops off the ice and toward his duffle bag, donnie watching him in curiosity. How is the answer to his question in that disgusting bag?
Casey swings back around with heavy and very sharp skates in his hands and Donnie is so glad for his reflexes or else he would’ve lost his head. “Jesus jones, you almost killed me with those!”
The human gives him an amused smile as he dangles the skates in front of the genius. “Don't be such a baby dee, you and I both know it’d take more than this for you to go down.” Donnie snatches the skates he’s taunting him with and eyes the other with suspicion.
“Mind telling me what exactly these are for?” by the smug smirk on his face, he knows he regrets asking. “You, my good friend, are going to play hockey with me.” he states confidently and donnie just stares.
Does he really think he’s going to play hockey with him? Him? Nerdy mutant genius extraordinaire donatello hamato?
“I think you’ve got your gray matter all jumbled up. There's no way i'm doing that.” casey squaks in offense. “What, why not?” he cries and he levels him with a look. “If i had to name every reason, i’d run out of fingers AND toes.” and its then the teen hits donnie with his classic dramatics, getting down on both knees and bringing his hands together in a plea.
“Pleaseeeeeee don! Just this once! I’ll do anything, and i mean anything! ” donnie just stares dumbfounded at the display of desperation. He’s not doing this, there's no way he's doing this and Casey is out of his mind if he thinks he’ll agree to this.
“okay”
‘NOOOOOO, GODDAMMIT DONATELLO.’ he shouts internally at himself and Casey springs back to his feet and hugs him.
Dammit, why did he say yes? He was supposed to say no! Donatello hamato doesnt get suckered!
“Thanks donnie! Now sit down, i'll help you put those on.'' Donnie takes a seat on the bench behind him, watching Casey pick up his foot and slip on the skate. Donnie tries not to let his uncomfortability show, along with his blush. What is this, fucking cinderella on ice?
He tries to think about anything else, trying to recite the periodic table in elemental order but his eyes keep drifting toward the teen at his feet tying the laces as tightly as he can with immense concentration, even sticking out his tongue a bit.
‘Cute’
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‘What the fuck did i just think?’ he mentally screams at himself. Donnies mind is losing itself, he’s sure. Casey jones? Cute? In what fucking universe?!
Casey remains woefully unaware of Donnie's internal crisis as he adds the finishing touches, moving his foot side to side with careful inspection before determining it good to go.
Donnie gets pulled from his spiraling thoughts at the light tapping by his feet. “Yo dee, it's all done. Wiggle your feet to make sure it fits okay.” he nods wordlessly, flexing his foot every which way. Surprise fills his features at the feeling. It fits surprisingly well.
“You made these yourself?” he asks in awe and Casey looks away, not missing the slight blush that dusts his cheeks. “Yeah, you're not the only one who's good with their hands.” and damn, that makes donnies mind even wilder. He might need a mental whip to keep himself in check.
“You don't say.. They fit great case, I'm amazed as i am impressed.'' Casey looks back at Donnie like he hung the stars to the sky at the praise and Donnie stares back unable to look away with a small smile. Maybe he should compliment him more often if this is the result. “Oh, thanks donnie. Wanna try standing? Can't play on the sidelines, can ya?"Donnie huffs, moving to push himself up only to wobble and fall back on his ass which has Casey cackling.
Donnie groans as he glares at casey. “I bet you just brought me here to watch me bust my ass.” he murmurs and Casey just snickers, extending a hand to the fallen turtle. “You wound me with such accusations donnie, i really just want to play hockey with you.” Donnie takes his hand as he carefully pulls him back up to his feet, with Donnie clinging to his shoulders for stability. “The ‘watching you bust your ass’ is just an inevitable bonus”
Donnie grumbles in annoyance. He could be home right now, drinking coffee like he planned. Who knows how this night will go. “Alright, time to get on the ice big boy.”
Casey gently guides Donnie, his hands never leaving the others as he steps onto the ice with the mutant turtle in tow. The second donnies feet hit the ice, he slides them back and forth at an eye breaking pace trying to gain balance before Casey pulls him close to his body, close enough to feel his heart and it makes donnie gasp, rendering his feet still and steady as the human holds him.
“I gotcha dee, don't worry.” he reassures and donnie has no choice but to believe him. Casey places donnies hands to the edge of the rink which he desperately clutches on to and gracefully skates some distance away from him.
“Alright, now come to me.” Casey has half a mind to laugh at the flabbergasted look Donnie sends his way. “How do you expect me to do that? I can barely stand as it is!” he exclaims in frustration Casey thinks for a moment.
“You skateboard right?”
The question takes donnie for a loop. What does that have to do with this? “Yes, I have some experience. Why?”
“Y’know how you push with your foot to get the board moving? Just do that here! Just not as aggressively since they’re not exactly wheels.'' Donnie looks at his feet then back to casey. It's not a bad idea per say…. Okay he can do this.
With one hand extended and the other still gripping the rink, he lets go and does his best not to wobble. Once he’s steady enough, he pushes with his dominant foot, sliding against the ice slowly and not daring to take another step until he’s slowed down enough. He looks back to Casey who gives him an encouraging thumbs up and he just takes a deep breath, taking another step with his other foot.
After a few steps later, he eventually reaches Casey who catches him as he falls into his arms. “That was great donnie! Now go back.'' Donnie pulls back unsteadily. “Sorry I don't think I heard you right, did you just say to ‘go back’?” he asks sarcastically.
“Yeah, you need to get used to the motions. We’ll do this two or three more times and if you're ready, we’ll move on to the next thing.” Donnie stares. “ There's more??” casey huffs with regale. “Of course there's more! Now get a move on!”
“Wait-”
“Here ya go!”
The kid pushes the turtle lightly, forcing Donnie to push forward with his foot while he flails for balance. He doesn't notice the phone he whipped out to record this. He’s definitely showing this to Raph and April when he gets the chance.
Eventually donnie gets the hang of gliding pretty quickly and they can move onto the next thing. Casey leaves Donnie in the middle of the ice as he disappears to his bag, coming back with two hockey sticks in hand.
“Oh no..” he whispers in horror and Casey just grins at him. “Oh yesss! It's puck time!” he hollers and Donnie watches in apprehension as the teen lines up a couple of pucks in a line and hands him a stick. “Okay so what you're gonna do is hit the pucks with the stick into the net. Easy peasy.” he states and donnie glares at the black circular piece of plastic like it threatened everything he loved.
“Easy peasy my ass..”
“What was that don?”
“Nothing nothing, let's just get this over with.”
Donnie lines up the stick with the puck, thinking of all the possible angles he can shoot from. Nothing like a little geometry to stick the win in Casey's face. He squints slightly before he draws his arms back and takes the swing, the sound of the buzzer ringing through the rink, looking back to a jaw slacked jones.
He sends him a smug grin as Casey folds his arms. “Beginners luck, bet you can't do it again.” he challenges and you know donnie. He's never one to back down from a challenge.
So he swings and swings and swings, consecutively hitting them in the net again and again and again, basking in the way Casey pouts. “Okay you're good at taking shots, whatevs. Time to put it to the test”
Placing a puck in the center, Donnie and Casey face off. Donnies shocked at the way he can’t keep the grin off his face, Casey the exact same way.
“Ready to lose gaptooth ?” he taunts and donnie just smirks as he returns the favor “You’ll be eating my ice cave mouth ”
“Big words for a beginner” he barbs but it only encourages Donnie more. “We’ll see about that jones. It's game on!”
The moment the buzzer sounds to begin, Casey slides the puck toward him before pushing it between the gap of donnies feet, gliding past him at such a rapid speed that donnie can barely react, and before he knows it, the buzzer behind him rings signaling Casey's point. Dammit.
“Gotta be faster than that dondon” he calls sing songily as he places down another puck in the middle. Donnie grips the stick. He’ll be ready for him this time.
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Donnie manages to swipe the puck and push past Casey at a fast paste, but he didnt take into account that Casey has more experience being pushed around on ice that he recovers like it was nothing and catches up. He glides past Donnie and stands in front of the net with his hockey stick at the ready, acting as a goalie and it makes Donnie halt.
“Don't tell me big ol donnie’s scared to take a shot at casey jones !”
“Don't think so highly of yourself¨
Casey hits the bottom of his hockey stick on the ice two times, beckoning him to take a shot. Donnie smirks as he shifts his hips and rears his arms back, clutching the stick just a bit tighter as he prepares to take a swing, feeling nothing but air.
The black haired teen looks in the direction of where he pointed his shot, the look of confusion filling his features when his eyes can't find the puck, whipping his head to the sound of the buzzer behind him in shock.
He looks back to the turtle before him and Donnie laughs at the lost expression on his face. ¨wha-, how did- when- huh?¨
”I hid the puck behind my foot when I faked my shot, which I can't believe you fell for! I thought you were gonna make me work for my win hmm?” he taunts and casey props an arm on his hockey stick as he shoots a grin at donnie, placing a hand to his chest in mock hurt.
”How will I ever recover from this loss doctor donatello?”
”Hmm, i recommend you eat shit and die”
Casey pouts but Donnie can see the smile he's trying to conceal but horribly failing at, and donatello has never felt his cheeks burn like this in a while. He could get used to this. ¨but doctor, it's not my time yet!¨ he cries and donnie rolls his eyes at his antics.
”How bout this, if i win, you have to prank call someone.¨ he proposes and Casey's face scrunches in consideration before nodding with a smile. ¨alright, easy. But If i win, you have to let me do your eyeliner. Deal?¨ he questions as he makes his way over to donnie with a hand stuck out.
Eyeliner cant be that bad.. Why not? ¨you got yourself a deal jones.¨ he says as he clasps his hand against his and gives it a firm shake. Caseys face lights up in excitement and determination. ¨ Then let's do this thing!” he exclaims excitedly, pulling donnie along back to the center of the ice.
”First to 3 points wins, yeah?¨ he suggests and Donnie agrees wordlessly with a nod, a determined grin on his face, seeing Casey wear the same one.
They both get into starting position and wait for the timer to hit zero. He can feel his heart drum against his ribcage, feeling the adrenaline course through him as the anticipation rises by the second.
The second the go sound hits his ears, he lunges for the puck at the same time Casey does. Casey slaps donnies hockey stick with his own and steals the puck, gliding behind him but donnie is on him, and places himself in front of the goal just as Casey did to him.
¨dOn´T tElL mE bIg Ol CaSeY´s ScArEd To TaKe A sHoT aT DoNaTeLlO?¨ he mocks, and casey giggles. The sound makes donnies stomach feel like it's been infested with insects and he finds he doesn't mind the feeling.
”You wish!¨ he shouts and takes the shot. Donnie moves to stop the flying puck and feels it connect with his stick and grins.
He stopped the puck!
Donnie slides the puck to his feet and he takes off. Casey doesn't let him off so easily and begins to skate backwards, keeping himself in donnies line of sight and making it almost impossible to make a shot.
Once he gets close to the net, he begins to calculate all the angles he can think of to make his shot successful. When he sees casey try and steal back the puck, he swings.
Casey turns his head in the direction of the puck, watching it bounce off the walls of the rink. Donnie flys by behind him and swings once more, feeling the stick and plastic connect and fly into the unguarded net.
The sound of the buzzer goes of and he slowly turns his head towards casey with a shit eating smile. ¨not bad, im impressed. But I'm not gonna let you walk away from this a winner!¨
Donnie pulls down his bottom eyelid and sticks his tongue out along with what looks like a middle finger and casey gasps dramatically. ¨don't be a sore loser jones, i'm just better¨ he taunts and Casey rolls his eyes, setting down another puck and meeting each other back in the middle.
”Not better, just lucky.¨
¨whatever you sayyyy¨ he says sing songily and it makes casey roll his eyes zealously.
The go buzzer rings out and they move, Casey taking the steal and gliding past Donnie and before the turtle knows it, Casey takes a slapshot and hits the net.
¨so that makes us tied yeah?¨
¨unfortunately it does. So now its winner takes all?”
Casey raises a brow at his suggestion. ¨what else would we do¨ he questions rhetorically and donnie smirks. They meet back in the middle one final time and face off, ebony eyes boring into deep red ones, both filled with pure determination and something else one another dare not put into words.
If donnie looked into his eyes any longer, he might get lost in his abyss and never be able to save himself from falling in too deep for him, so the second the go sound rings out, he swipes the puck as fast as he can and tries to create some distance between them.
Casey circles him and steals the puck from donnie and pushes as hard as he can with his skates to create more speed and power that he knows will leave donnie left behind, completely taking advantage of his lack of experience. The second he gets close to the goal and lines up his shot, he pauses at the sound of Donnie shouting his name.
He watches the turtle skate close to him with a hand up like he is trying to coax a wild animal and he makes a face of confusion. ”What?? Did somethin happen¨ he questions urgently but Donnie just takes a deep breath and takes a couple of small steps closer.
¨what are you doing…?¨
Donnie lunges for a swipe but Casey's fast to react and shifts the puck with his stick to his side and keeps it close, looking back at Donnie in amusement and surprise.
¨Really dee? Whos the sore loser now huh?¨ he teases as he watches donnie hold back a smile. ¨cmon think about this rationally here… you don't want to do this..¨ Casey puts a hand on his hip as he glances at Donnie skeptically. ¨oh yeah, why's that?¨
Donnie looks to the side in thought. He's so glad he does not have sweat glands like regular humans because he´d be sweating bullets. ¨I uhhh, i… will.. Nottt.. Make your special hockey stick!¨ casey shoots an accusatory finger at him with consternation. ¨Say what?? that aint fair, that's blackmail yo!¨ he exclaims and donnie shrugs his shoulders smugly.
¨if you want to win that's fine, but it-¨ donnie gets cut off to the sound of the goalie buzzer and looks to casey with wide eyes, the black haired teen staring back and looking like a kid who got caught stealing, watching the puck glide further into the net slowly.
¨soooo… i win? Casey questions and Donnie just lets the back of his head hit the back of his shell and groans loudly in defeat. ¨yessssssss uhh.” he can feel Casey grab his hand and drag him off the ice.
Once they make it to the bench, Donnie plops down on the bench with a sigh and begins taking off his skates, watching Casey make a beeline for his bag and rummage through it giddily.
He almost jumps out of his own skin when caseys figure appears in front of him not even two seconds later with eyeliner ( or should he say a variety, he didn't even know there could be more than one ) in tow.
¨alright big boy, i got all different colors! Which do you want to try, i got red, blue, black, purple, brown, dark pink, and white! Although i don't really use pink, it just came with the casing.¨
Donnie stares at the limited array of colors in Casey's hands before he ultimately gives up. What color would even look good on his skin anyways? ”It's your bet case, go wild.”
He tries not to let a smile slip on his face at the way Casey's eyes light up at the opportunity, his mind going a mile a minute thinking of all the possibilities, even sticking his tongue out again. Donnie can't help but stare helplessly at Casey as the human stares back at him with a considerate face.
But the longer Casey stares into donnies crimson eyes, the more aware it is that he finds his eyes really nice, but he pushes that thought away as he nervously coughs into his hand, breaking the trance they seemed entrapped in.
“I got somethin in mind, let's do it.” he says confidently, hoping donnie doesn't see the way a tint of red twinges his ears. Donnie looks around for a second then back to Casey with a questioning gaze. “How exactly are we gonna ‘do it’?” he asks, jestering around them and Casey stops. Any other time Casey would have laughed at him, but the insinuation has a different connotation this time around.
“Sit sideways…?” he suggests and donnie just shrugs. Whatever works right? Donnie swings a leg so that he's sitting sideways and Casey does the same, pulling the cap of eyeliner off. “Hmm… alright, i think i know what imma do… stay still ‘kay? Dont wanna fuck it up.”
“Sure thing, case.”
Silence drags between them as casey begins lean closer to donnie. The turtle's breath stills as he feels Casey begin to untie his mask, beginning to feel the absence of the fabric he's worn for so long. He feels so bare, so naked. He desperately tries not to let his uncomfortability show.
‘Will Casey think im ugly without my mask? what if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore?’
Casey sets the purple mask down on donnies lap, looking back at the turtle who looks beyond anxious. “You okay?” Donnie blinks at the question before letting out the breath he was holding, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, avoiding Casey's gaze. “Yeah, I guess I'm just scared.” Casey gasps dramatically at his admission. “Are you saying your worried im gonna mess up?” donnie snorts at his antics. “I'm not scared of you messing up, im scared your gonna stab me in the eye with that thing”
Casey shoves him lightheartedly as he laughs. “Have some faith in me man!'' Donnie smiles at the raven haired teen, feeling like his body might release nitroglycerol into his heart and explode with unkempt emotions he’s been keeping at bay. “I trust you casey, with my life.”
Casey stops laughing, his giant smile morphing into a warm one. “Same here dee.” donnies worries wash away the moment those words fall from Casey's lips like honey to his ears, soothing his insecurities about ‘what if’. The silence that surrounds them is light and comfortable, like a nice blanket only they share and they dont mind the quiet.
Casey moves a hand to gently hold Donnie's face in place as he begins to bring the wet tip of the liner toward his eyes, the turtle feeling the liquid glide carefully along the edge of his eye as he watches Casey's face, painfully aware of how close he is.
He's close enough to smell him, practically able to taste him on his tongue and he’s entranced into nothing but the thought of casey. His body itching unbearably to do something, anything at all to just touch him and his pale, freckled skin, holding his breath in effort to do so.
Casey can feel the slight shake of donnies shoulders, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand. Casey knows donnie and him haven't been the best of friends over a particular red haired girl, but ever since he got over her and started hanging with him more, he realized his feelings and it kills him inside.
There'd be moments where he finds himself at home in front of the mirror, shifting his unruly hair every which way and going all out with eyeliner and eyeshadow, hoping to catch his attention only to get frustrated at his stupidity. Why would he even like Casey anyways? He's just some lanky teen who likes to fight crime and ignore his horrible grades like his life depends on it.
Despite losing hope in being anything more than friends, he can't help but indulge in the feeling of their bodies being so close, feeling the warmth between them blossom. He can't help but want more, to be closer. He doesn't care if it's selfish, he believes himself to be the type of guy to seize an opportunity when he's given one.
Donnie's attention shifts from trying to breath to stop breathing entirely the moment he feels Casey move forward slowly until he's practically straddling him, feeling his ass and thighs shift on his lap and his chest pressing against his own, feeling the rapid beat of his and casey’s heart together, almost in tandem.
He can feel his arousal rise at the close proximity, but he shoves it deep down to the depths of his own hell of his sins, and closes his eyes in deep concentration to distract from the agonizing friction between them, that is until Casey speaks up.
“You didn't mean what you said right?..” he inquires softly and it fills Donnie with confusion. He moves to open his eyes but Casey stops him. “Don't open your eyes yet, i need you to keep them close unless you want ink in your eye” the terrapin turtle pauses for a moment before humming lightly in acknowledgement, focusing on the gentle glide of the pen. “I don't know jones, depends on what i said.”
Casey bites his bottom lip slightly before giving a half hearted shrug in his lap. “Like, yknow, about the not making me a hockey stick if i won….” he says hesitantly but donnie only laughs. “Yea case, i didn't mean it. Plus its not like you wouldn't have banged on the door to my lab and protest if i didn't”
Casey huffs at the accusation with a grin. “Damn straight, I would've gotten raph to help me too.” Though Donnie had his eyes closed, Casey can see the eye roll through his lids and grins in amusement. “You two love drama don't you?” he asks rhetorically and the human snorts as he begins his work on the other eye. “We make drama queens look like peasants. That includes you too dee.”
Donnie gasps in offense. “What did I do!” he squaks defensively and Casey grins. “That dirty move you pulled on me back on the ice was so dramatic, you actually had me sold with your performance, I'd give it a 9.5 out of 10!
“I was just.. Uh..”
“Being a sore loser? Yeah i caught that” he says sarcastically and donnie sticks his tongue at him.
“you act like you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were in my position! You know what, I call bullshit, this whole thing is rigged! I demand a rematch”
“I think i'll pass”
Donnie huffs at the answer. “Anyone ever told you you're a sore winner?” Casey smirks “no, I don't think I have, but thanks for the compliment” he says satirically and snickers. The reverberation of his laugh can be felt throughout his chest, filling him with something akin to pride and joy.
Donnie can feel Casey move back, feeling the absence of his body weight on top of his and he oddly misses it. He expected Casey to reassume his position and continue but he stood corrected. Casey hasn't moved a muscle since he pulled back and he began to worry, his heart and his mind beginning to race a mile a minute.
Casey takes a moment to admire his handiwork, seeing the lines be they way he wanted them to, and without a single smudge. He didn't even have to start over, which is a new record for him. Despite staring at his eyes, he couldn't help but drift his gaze lower and lower until they met his lips.
Thoughts running rampant of temptation and possibilities he could only dream of. Maybe, just maybe he could give in this one time…
Donnie blindly reaches out to find him, feeling up his leg, finding his wrist and finally his arm. Each graze of his hand on caseys body sends a buzz of excitement and anxiety with each touch. He feels Casey lean forward and he halts his movements, blindly anticipating his next move.
His breath hitches at the gentle hand that caresses his cheek, thumbing it tenderly. Casey watches as Donnie brings a hand up to his own, filling him with anxiety. Casey expected him to pull away his hand but to his surprise, the turtle beneath him only held it softly, his eyes still closed.
“Casey..” he calls dulcetly. “Yeah..” he whispers back. “Can I open my eyes now..?” caseys silence speaks for him, and Donnie does it anyway.
The moment his eyes begin to open, he's met with the sight of a nervously blushing casey jones and his heart skips a beat. “Do you trust me..?” he asks delicately and Casey nods. “ I trust you, donnie, with my life.”
He leans forward little by little, waiting to see if Casey will back out and push him away but that's the furthest thing either of them want. He wants to be closer, wants him to be closer so he leans in too, meeting him halfway.
The sudden sound of donnies Tphone begins to ring out, startling the two and accidentally bumping heads, both of them clutching their heads in pain. Donnie snatches his phone to see what the fuck was so important.
“Someone better be dying..” he grumbles only to find that it was only an alarm he didn't even know he set going off.
Great, just fucking great.
The sound of Casey's laughter begins to fill his ears and turns to see what was so funny. “Why are you laughing?” he asks curiously and Casey sucks in a breath to contain himself. “Nothing, just ironic is all.” caseys cackles become so infectious that Donnie too begins to laugh at the situation.
Once the two have calmed from their laughing fit, they find themselves trapped in each other's eyes, smiles wide from ear to ear. “Thanks Casey” the gratitude catches the raven haired teen off guard. “What for don?” donnies gaze makes its way to his lap as he elaborates. “For bringing me out here tonight with you. I had a good time, and I think I really needed this.”
Casey places his hand atop of donnies and gives him a bashful smirk. “Anytime donnie.” The turtle takes Casey's hand into his own and stands up. “I've gotta go now… want to walk me out?”
“It'd be an honor to walk out mr. Smoooth donatellloooo” donnies head whips to him so fast the teen wonders how he hasn't broken his neck. “THEY TOLD YOU I SAID THAT? I'M SO GONNA KILL THEM WHEN I GET THE CHANCE!” he shouts indignantly and Casey cackles at the angry threats he makes as they make their way out the building.
Eventually they reach their destination, the sewer cap. Donnie pops it open and begins to climb down, stopping halfway. “I still want my rematch, Jones,” Casey smirks as he bends down and props his elbows on his knees to meet him at the top of the sewer. “It's a date then.”
Donnie smiles back at him before he closes the lid. “It's a date.”
The terrapin turtle makes his way back into the subway and makes a beeline for his bed, flopping onto it face first with unrestrained glee, even kicking his feet a bit. He turns onto his back with a happy sigh, feeling his eyes begin to droop as the past day's events begin to catch up with him.
A ding from his phone stirs him out of his tired stupor, leaning over a checking the screen. When he sees its case, he opens it at record speed, squinting in the process.
Casey: {Forget something?}
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It was an image of Casey wearing donnies signature purple bandana. He totally forgot he took it off and smiles fondly at the goofy photo.
Donnie: { thief.}
He types out, watching Casey's bubble icon for his response.
Casey:{ gotta find a way to keep you coming back to me}
He lazily types out a response, desperately fighting sleep.
Donnie:{ I think I'll always keep coming back to you, jones.}
Before he passed out, his phone still lit up as a new message.
Casey:{ goodnight donnie, see you soon <3}
Donnie wakes up to the sound of laughter, rubbing his bleary eyes and stands up, bringing his arms together and bending backwards, stretching as far as he can as he yawns. He walks into the common room to see everyone huddled around Raph, watching something on his phone.
Curiosity gets the better of him and he approaches his brothers. “What's going on, you guys are laughing at frequencies not even dogs should hear, it's way too early in the morning for it.” All heads turn to meet him, as silence fills the air between them, though it doest last long.
“What is on your fa-?” raph begins but gets cut off to mikey shoving him in the face with one hand and snatching the phone from Raph and shoves it in his face.
“DUDE, you fell like 5 times, is your butt okay?”
Donnie snatches the phone from him and stares at the video of him on the ice rink, falling and busting his ass over and over and over, any remnants of sleep now gone and replaced by embarrassment.
“CASEY JONES IS SO DEAD WHEN I SEE HIM NEXT!”