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The Challenge	By : srmatlock Category: Comics > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 6154 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Donnie,” Mikey whispered into the night air, “I’m cold.”

“Me too, my legs are going numb.” Don whispered back.

The two were huddled together with only the light from the moon illuminating the surrounding forest. It was only day one of their mission and already Don was missing his computer and technical journals. He had been almost finished with one on the technicalities of website design when Splinter announced his training mission.

It had turned cold quickly today. Don and Mikey had built a makeshift shelter this morning out of branches, leaves, and grass clumps. It was small, just enough room for them to sleep in side by side, and low enough that they had to duck to enter. It shielded them from the wind a little, but it was still bitterly icy.

“You know, Don, it’d be really nice to have a fire going,” Mikey gritted out between chattering teeth.

“I wish we could, but you heard sensei as well as I did. No fires. That was a direct order, not a request.” Don admonished, “Here, scoot closer to me and I’ll share my body heat with you.”

Mikey eagerly moved closer, placing his legs under Don’s and hissed when he came in contact with the cold skin on the back of Don’s legs.

“I told you my legs were frozen numb,” Don laughed.

Drowsiness settled upon the two turtles quickly. They fell asleep on their makeshift bed, draped across each other and sharing what little warmth was available to them.

A few hours later, Don awoke with a start, feeling something brush across his leg. He silently reached for his bo and opened his eyes. Looking down, he sighed in relief when he realized it was just Mikey’s hand. Mikey was presently slung across him, his head lying across the center of Don’s plastron, one arm tucked against his side, and the other on his leg. Both of Mikey’s legs were entwined in Don’s. He relaxed and let the warmth of his body soothe him. He was just about to go back to sleep when that hand started moving, up and down Don’s thigh. ‘Hmm…that feels good,’ Don thought drowsily, enjoying the unexpected massage. He suddenly tensed as fingertips brushed against the edge of his plastron. ‘Okay, that feels a little too good.’ he thought, alarmed at the feelings racing through his body. “Mikey, wake up,” he urgently hissed.

“Mmm…feels good, Donnie, so soft,” Mikey muttered into Don’s plastron, continuing his lazy stroking of Don’s leg and groin area.

Don could feel himself getting hard and was more than a little embarrassed that it was Mikey making him feel that way. The strokes around the edge of his plastron and thigh were getting more insistent. Don realized that he needed to wake him up before it went entirely too far. When Mikey’s fingers went up Don’s shell, grazing his erection, Don groaned in agonized pleasure. His fingers closed around him and he realized he was about to lose his normal thought processes. He sat up with an effort, dislodging Mikey off of him.

Mikey rubbed his eyes sleepily, “What’s going on? Dude, you’re not going to believe the wonderful dream I was having. It was…” His eyes grew wide as he remembered what exactly he had been dreaming about. “Oh, I…well…I didn’t uh…you know…” he stammered as his face flushed.

“Yes, Mikey, you did.” Don stated stoically, looking away and hoping his brother wouldn’t realize that it had turned him on.

“I’m sorry, Donnie, I didn’t realize what I was doing. I thought I was just dreaming, not actually doing…” he trailed off as he tried to think of something to lighten the situation, “so, uh, did you like it?”

Don’s eyes flew up to meet Mikey's laughing expression, disbelief that he would ask that plastered all over his face.

Mikey laughed as Don’s face flushed, “I guess that blush means you did. You know I just couldn’t help it, your manly physique and tight muscles did me in. I couldn’t resist,” he stated with a wink.

Even though, he knew he was only being teased, Don couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if Mikey really had known what he was doing, how it would feel to be purposely caressed. He looked back down, not wanting Mikey to know what was really going on his mind.

“Whoa, dude, you keep acting like a blushing shy maiden and I’ll end up jumping on ya,” Mikey playfully warned.

“You wish!” Don eyes met Mikey’s as he laughed, getting in on the fun, “you wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh no,” Don muttered, “Mikey, don’t take that as a challenge.”

“Too late,” He whispered before pushing Don down on the ground, laying his body over him. He placed his hand back on Don’s thigh, “How much did you like it?” he asked before letting the tips of his fingers graze the inside of Don’s shell. They quickly found what they were looking for and brushed lightly up and down the length of Don’s shaft.

Don closed his eyes against the triumph in Mikey’s expression. He wanted him to stop just as much as he didn’t want him to. Logic thought couldn't be voiced, though.That hand touching him felt entirely too good. He felt a flash of cold air as his erection was pulled from within his shell, then warmth again as Mikey’s hand went back around it. He moaned aloud as it was stroked from tip to base, sending sparks of pleasure deep into his body.

Don could feel Mikey’s hot breath on his neck as he leaned over him. He opened his eyes and turned to face Mike. He hoped his expression told him how much he enjoyed it and how he didn’t want him to stop, because he didn’t trust his own voice. Mikey smiled at him and leaned into him, placing his mouth on Don’s. His tongue gently pushed Don’s mouth open.

Don had no idea something as simple as a kiss could be so pleasurable. Mikey’s tongue moved across his, playfully teasing then roughly caressing. Mikey pulled back and let the tip of his tongue trace the opening of Don’s mouth. Don couldn’t help but reach up to capture his mouth again, thrusting his tongue in this time. His passion and enthusiasm were matched, the kiss growing in intensity until it left them both breathless.

Mikey pulled away, his breath coming in short gasps, “Donnie, I need…”

Don interrupted him with a finger placed over Mikey’s open mouth, “I know.” Don’s hand trailed slowly down Mikey’s body and watched the emotions flicker across his face: frustration, desire, need, and finally, as Don’s hand closed around his throbbing cock, pure passion. He pulled the shaft from within Mikey’s shell and stroked it like Mikey was stroking his. Desire pushed out all other thoughts from Don’s mind. He knew Mikey wanted this as much as he did. He slowed his strokes, hoping Mikey would do the same. He wanted the feelings to last and if it continued at the rate it was going, he wouldn’t last long.

Don sought out Mikey’s mouth again and thrust his tongue in and out. He wanted to do the same with his cock, sink it deep into his mouth, but didn’t have the courage to ask. He grabbed Mikey’s hands, pulling them away from his cock. Using his legs for leverage, he rolled his hips, caressing Mikey’s shaft with his own. The two cocks moved together, building up friction as they rubbed against each other. The pre-come oozing from the tips dribbled down and mixed between the two. Mikey drove his body against Don, simulating fucking him, driving both himself and Donnie crazy with lust.

“Donnie, I don’t think…I can hold out…much longer,” Mikey groaned into Don’s mouth, frantically thrusting his cock against Don’s.

Don felt a heady rush of excitement roll over him at Mike’s words. He too was getting close to orgasm, but was desperately holding back. He knew the longer he waited, the better it would feel. He pushed Mikey up off him, smiling at his reluctance to break their kiss. The two leaned back on their haunches, facing each other. Don grasped Mikey’s cock again, squeezing gently. Mikey followed Don’s actions, mimicking his movements. While one of Don’s hands continued its long strokes, the thumb on his other hand rolled across the tip, smearing the wetness seaping out over the top. Don noticed Mikey’s hesitation to do the same and realized it was because he was concentrating so much on resisting the orgasm that was soon to follow. He watched as Mikey’s eyes closed, his face contorting in agonized pleasure. Mikey pressed into Don’s hands. A growl erupted from deep in his throat as he lost control, letting Don stroke the come out of him.

Don waited until Mikey relaxed and opened his eyes, before leaning back and thrusting himself into Mikey's hand. He could feel the rough calluses on Mikey’s palm and fingertips as he caressed his shaft. Don felt the climax rushing up and his entire body tensed. “Ahh, Mikey,” he cried out before letting the passion overtake him. The evidence of that passion erupted out of his cock. Mikey continued to slowly caress him, allowing him a minute to recover.

He finally opened his eyes, meeting Mikey’s satisfied expression. “Yeah, me too.” He grinned. They looked down at themselves, noticing for the first time, the evidence of their excitement spread across their lower plastrons. Don grinned lopsidedly before reaching into his pack for a bottle of water and a washcloth. They cleaned themselves up and then settled back into the makeshift bed they had made earlier.

“Hmm…you know, Donnie, it’s not nearly as cold as I thought it was.” Mikey stated while absently running his hand across Don’s plastron.

“You’re right, Mikey, it’s amazing how much heat one can generate with a little exercise.”

“I don’t think we’ll have to worry about getting too cold for the next few days. What do you think?” He asked Don, leaning up to look at him.

“I think you’re right, Mikey. I think you’re absolutely right,” Don grinned.
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