Do you pour a little something on the rocks?
Slide down the hallway in your socks?
Michelangelo smiled to himself as he dancing through the kitchen, humming a soft song under his breath. Grabbing a small glass from the cabinet, Mikey gracefully made his way over to the fridge. Taking a couple cubes of ice from the freezer and tossing them into the glass.
The young turtle looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was watching him as he opened the bottom drawer in the fridge where Raphael hid his beer and liquor. Mikey quickly pulled out a bottle of vodka and poured himself a glass.
Mikey was not much of a drinker, but he did enjoy a little vodka on the rocks sometimes. Leonardo and Donatello drank very rarely, a glass of wine on the holidays was good enough them. Raph, on the other hand, had a couple beers and shots daily.
Putting everything back in the proper place, Mikey took a gently sip from his glass. Hiding his slight cringe as the liquor ran down his throat. Continuing to hum as he left the kitchen and walked into the living room, Mikey twirled and started to dance again, careful not to spill his drink.
Leonardo, who was sitting on the couch reading a book, looked up and smiled as Mikey dancing across the room. The only thing the little turtle had on was one of Leonardo’s large blue shirts, the collar stretched over his left shoulder. He also had on a pair of white and orange socks. The socks helped Mikey move and slide gracefully across the floor.
Mikey didn’t seem to notice Leo in the room. He continued his dance is way down the hall. Leo closed his book and placed it down on the table, turning on the couch to watch Mikey disappear into the hall.
When you undress, do you leave a path?
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?
Leonardo slowly stood from the couch when he heard the bathroom door close. He walked around the couch and stared down the long hallway. Mikey had started to undress before he was even in the bathroom, his cloths laying across the hallway, forming a path to the bathroom.
Leonardo grinned as he followed Mikey’s path, listening to the sound of the bathtub filling with water. Just barely over the sound of the water, Leo could hear Mikey singing out loud. Leonardo chest rumbled as he listened to the sound of his mate’s lovely voice. The seductive sound pulled Leo down the hall, bringing him face to face with the door that separated him and his lover.
Trying his hardest not to make a sound, Leo cracked the door open just enough for him to look inside. The running water and Mikey’s singing was loud enough to cover the small squeak the door made when Leo opened it. Leo felt his mouth start to water and his heart pound heavily in his chest as he spotted Mikey.
Mikey was sitting on the edge of the tub, one hand still holding his glass of vodka while his other hand dipped down into the water, making sure it was not too hot or too cold. Leo could tell that Mikey had used a lot of soap to make the bubbles bigger. The tub was only half full of water but filled to the rim with bubbles. Mikey reached forward and turned off the water, exhaling deeply as he turned around and sank his legs into the bubbly water.
Mikey closed his eyes as his body slowly dipped down in to the bath. He settled himself comfortably, resting his carapace against the back of the tub, sinking down until he was neck deep in bubbles. Leo tilted is head, a light churr echoing in his throat as Mikey reopened his eyes and took another gulp of his drink. This time he did not cringe, the liquor was smooth now that Mikey was used to it.
Who are you when I'm not around?
When the door is locked and the shades are down?
Leonardo wasn’t sure how long he had watched Mikey soak in his bath, but he knew that Mikey had finished his drink long ago and was now half asleep. The bubbles were nearly gone and the water was now somewhat chilly. Mikey sighed as he grabbed the sides of the tub and pulled himself out of the water. Leo’s eyes narrowed as he studied Mikey’s dripping wet form. Wiggling his tail playfully, Mikey purred as he grabbed a large purple towel and dried himself. Mikey inhaled the sweet scent that was on the towel. His eyes widened once he realized that Leonardo had used this towel earlier today when he took his morning shower. Behind the cracked door, Leo smirked as he saw Mikey’s reaction to his mate’s strong scent. Mikey closed his eyes as he continued to dry his body, his own scent mixing with Leo's.
Folding the towel and placing it in the corner of the bathroom floor for Donnie to wash later, Mikey looked around the bathroom, making sure not to leave anything behind. He placed his glass beside the sink, shrugging to himself. Leo guessed that the small turtle decided he’d take it back to the kitchen later or leave it for someone else to find.
Leonardo gasped sharply once he realized Mikey was finished in the bathroom and was now leaving. Not wanting to be caught, Leo jumped back and hid in the closest across the hall just as Mikey opened the door and turned off the lights in the bathroom.
Happily smiling to himself, Mikey skipped down the hall and up the stairs. Leo climbed out of the closest and followed, making sure to stay out of sight. As Leo walked up the stairs, he was quick to notice that Mikey’s bedroom door was open and the lights were off; no one was in the youngling’s room. Leo frowned slightly, wondering where Mikey had gone.
Suddenly the dull lights in Leo’s room turned on. Leo’s eyes studied his half opened door, running his tongue over his lips as he saw Mikey’s shadow walking across the room. Leo crawled toward his bedroom, placing himself against the door frame as he looked into his room. Mikey was standing in front of Leo’s full length mirror, making funny faces and sticking out his tongue at himself. He laughed and giggled at his own reflection.
Do you listen to your music quietly?
And when it feels just right, are you thinkin' of me?
Walking over to the bedside table, Mikey picked up his T-pod and plunged it into his ears and pushed play. His eyes automatically closed and he started moving to the beat of the music. His hips rolling and popping, arms flowing freely, but still in rhythm. Compared to most of Mikey’s music, this song was slow and easy to follow.
Michelangelo sighed as he suddenly stopped dancing and walking over to his and Leo’s bed. Falling face first onto Leo’s side, Mikey cuddled next to Leo’s pillow. Inhaling his mate’s scent and closing his eyes as he thought about the large turtle. Mikey churred deeply as he nuzzled the pillow, treating it as he would Leo. Letting go of the pillow just long enough to turn the T-pod off and throw it to the side.
Unable to stay away any longer, Leo pushed the door open and walked into the room. He cleared his throat to make himself known. Mikey’s eyes shot open and he sat up quickly.
“Leo!” He cheered, reached out his arms for Leo. Leo chuckled under his breath as he made his way over to the bed and curled up next to Mikey. Mikey happily latched onto Leo, snuggling close to him. “I was just thinking about you,” Mikey whispered.
My oh my, you're so good-looking
But who are you when I'm not looking?
I wanna know.