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The wind felt nice through Casey's bedroom window. His hair was still wet, so it brought a welcome chill to the back of his neck.
He hadn't been able to find any clean socks (yesterday was laundry day, but everyone was too hot to even get up) so he'd stolen a pair of his sister's fuzzy socks. Although they were soft, they were very warm, and didn't make the summer weather feel any better.
Luckily he still had shorts left, so he didn't need to suffer through the warm night in sweatpants.
A loud siren was wailing outside, and the club down the street was playing bad music too loud. But it was breezy enough to warrant keeping his window open.
Casey kicked his legs behind him like a little girl as he scrolled through his phone. Hopefully Donnie would text him back soon. The boy had left him on read 20 minutes ago. Casey assumed he'd been caught up in a project or his brothers. Still, he was bored.
He was so bored that he'd probably settle for doing geometry homework right now, but he'd much prefer to kiss his boyfriend senseless.
Casey smiled to himself, and clicked back to his conversations with Donnie to text him again. Who cared if it looked needy? Casey was needy, dammit.
Gaptooth:
It's too hot to be nighttime…
The sun isn't even out wtf
Cavemouth:
Its cooler at my place ;)
(Its not lol)
(Seen: 10:32)
Cavemouth:
Did the heat finally take u?
There. That sounded normal and totally not needy at all.
Casey sighed and closed his eyes. He could feel a headache coming on. Maybe he should get some real sleep for once.
Cavemouth:
Did the heat finally take u?
Gaptooth:
You were actually right.
It is cooler here.
Or not.
Casey whipped his head around, scrambling to get to his window.
“I snuck out for you Jones, you'd better be grateful.”
Fuck, he was beautiful.
Casey helped him down from the window ledge, trying not to smile too much.
Donnie was wearing one of Casey's old hockey sweatshirts, and Casey was going to die.
“You're acting like I asked you to sneak out,” Casey said.
Donnie rolled his eyes.
“Yeah but it was still for you. ” He argued, leaning into Casey's personal space.
“Wow, should I be flattered? The Donatello Hamato,” he teased, “sneaking out for little old me?”
“Shut up,” Donnie said affectionately.
He pushed Casey back onto his bed, burrowing his head into the boy's neck.
“Damn, and I thought I was needy,” Casey laughed.
Donnie made an aggravated noise against Casey, pulling his head up so their foreheads were pressed together.
(He was cool. Not as cold as he would usually be, but less dreadfully warm than Casey was.)
“I miss you.” Donnie said.
Shit. This boy was going to fucking end him.
He was going to trip into the street tomorrow thinking about Donnie looking into his eyes and saying sappy shit and get hit by a car.
How many times could Casey fall in love with him? It seemed like Donnie's goal when they were together was only to make Casey absolutely adore him.
“I miss you too.”
Casey's voice cracked.
His voice fucking cracked.
He felt his ears burn as Donnie laughed.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair how Donnie made Casey ascend to fucking cloud nine, and the only thing Casey could do was embarress himself.
“Fuck,” He muttered.
Donnie's hands came up to cup Casey's face, his fingers tangling in his wet hair.
He was smiling at Casey, sappy and sweet, as if Casey had just said the coolest, most heartthrobbing shit, instead of absolutely ruining the moment.
Casey's breath caught in his throat, and he cursed every god that he couldn't be chill for two seconds .
Easiest way to defeat Casey Jones:
Have a pretty boy smile at him.
“I hope you plan on doing more than just staring at me for the next hour,” Donnie said.
Shit.
“Oh uh..yeah right, yeah.”
Fuck he sounded so stupid.
Really it was Donnie's fault for saying such blatantly flirty shit at the drop of a hat. He should be more dumb and oblivious, like Casey for example.
Donnie smiled, and Casey kissed him as softly as he could.
“Why are you like this?” Casey asked.
Donnie tilted his head in confusion, “What do you mean?” He asked.
“Like stupidly perfect,” Casey explained, “It's fucking annoying.”
Donnie giggled (fucking giggled, Casey was done for), and tucked his head back against Casey's neck.
“You're very romantic Casey Jones,” Donnie whispered.
Casey gagged, “Absolutely not.”
“Mhm,” Donnie laughed, “ You know just what to say to a guy.”
Right, because voice cracks and long silences were so attractive .
“And you're a good kisser too, I guess.” Donnie added.
Casey laughed. That fucker.
“Oh you guess ?” He teased,
Casey pushed the boy up, struggling under the weight.
“Well if you only guess , than I guess you should go find a guy who's better at kissing so you can break into his house!”
Donnie laughed, and Casey couldn't help but drop his facade and crack a smile.
“You're such an idiot,” Donnie laughed.
“Oh? I thought I was romantic?”
“Shut up.”
Donnie kissed him then, long and sweet. His hands reached back up to Casey's head and played with his hair. Casey could barely muster up enough brainpower to place his hands on the boy's waist, caught up in Donnie's mouth.
Casey tried not to audibly sigh when Donnie broke the kiss, but based on Donnie's smirk he was most likely unsuccessful.
“Leo's going to freak when I get back,” Donnie said.
“You could've just asked me to go to you,” Casey pointed out.
Donnie rolled his eyes.
“Whenever you sneak into the lair you act like it's some secret spy mission.”
Casey sputtered, “If Raph found out I went to see you at night he would break all my bones twice. ” He complained.
“He'll probably do that anyway, since I'm here.”
Fuck, he was right. Raph may have been Casey's best friend, but dating your best friend's brother was never a good idea. Raph was chill with them being a couple in theory, but the second Casey even looked at Don the guy was on him like a hawk.
So, sneaking out at night? Definitely not Raph approved.
“You've condemned me!” Casey screeched, “My own boyfriend, throwing me to the wolves!”
Donnie laughed as Casey wailed dramatically.
“Oh please, you've condemned yourself plenty,” Donnie pointed out.
“Rude.”
They laid like that for a while.
Just…laid there, quietly. It was warm, bordering on too hot, but it seeped into Casey's bones like water. Donnie was heavy, with a leg thrown over Casey and his head buried in his neck. But fuck, it was nice.
They never really had time for this.
To just be together in silence, to feel each other's presence so solidly. Casey decided he liked it.
“Hey Don?” Casey mumbled sleepily.
“Hm…?” Donnie's breath was hot against his neck.
“I love you.”
Donnie was quiet for a moment, and in the back of his mind Casey wondered if it was a stupid thing to say.
They weren't big on words as a love language. Oftentimes it was brushing hands or leaning on a shoulder, saying it without really saying it .
Casey probably ruined it again. He should really get the hint that he wasn't meant to be the romantic type.
“I can hear you thinking, will you give me a second to get my head back on my shoulders before you run off,” Donnie interrupted his thoughts.
“Uh…sorry?” Casey stumbled.
“You're incognizant Jones, and I love you too,” Donnie said, “You just caught me off guard.”
“Oh, cool.”
Incognizant? Was that a good thing?
Whatever, Casey had a pretty boy in his arms and he was worrying about all the wrong things. He should be kissing Donnie again, because he hadn't done so in quite a few minutes and that just wouldn't stand.
He poked Don's cheek.
Don mumbled some kind of profanity into his neck, and Casey laughed.
“C'mon, I haven't kissed you in like, five whole minutes!”
Donnie grumbled some more, but lifted his head to meet Casey at eye level.
“I-”
The sound of Donnie's ringtone ripped through the air.
Both boys jumped, scrambling to silence the deafening noise before it woke up Casey's family.
Don's hands slipped while he was pulling the phone from his pocket, dropping it more than once before finally getting a grip and shutting it off.
“Oh fuck…”
“What?” Casey asked.
“That was Leo,” Donnie whispered.
Shit.
Donnie climbed off of Casey as they both sat up, and clicked through his cell for a few moments before bringing the phone to his ear.
The room was silent again for a moment, before Casey heard a faint, panicked, “Hello?” from the phone.
“Hey…sorry about that, I just went for a walk.” Donnie lied.
Casey watched his expression shift as the call went on.
“Yeah, yeah, just a walk. It was too hot in the lair…” Donnie's eyes flicked to Casey's and he smiled. Clearly Donnie was not as worried about this as Casey.
“I'm fine Leo. I'll be back soon…I know, I'll be careful…Okay, get some sleep.”
Donnie dropped the phone after hanging up, looking at Casey with a smirk.
“You look like you're going to throw up,” he teased.
“You know, I was exaggerating when I said Raph would kill me, he would just kick my ass,” Casey explained, “But I think Leo would genuinely already be hiding my body.”
Donnie laughed, shaking his head.
“I gotta head out,” He said.
“Want me to walk you back?” Casey asked.
“I'll survive, dumbass.”
“Whatever you say princess ,” Casey snarked.
Donnie punched his shoulder, and Casey got a lovely view of his boyfriend blushing.
“Fuck off Jones.”
He gathered his things, shoving his phone into his pocket.
Well, not his pocket.
Casey hadn't brought that up yet? God, he was getting slow.
“Cute sweatshirt by the way, where'd ya get it?”
Donnie rolled his eyes.
“I was waiting for you to say that.”
“I know.”
Donnie turned to him from next to the window, a hand holding the frame.
God, he was beautiful. Like fucking ethereal-level, stupidly fucking attractive. He was leaning against the window so casually, airing a confidence that Casey only got to see when they were alone. It was addicting.
Casey smiled wide as Donnie pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt.
“Hey there…” He joked.
“Shut up.”
Then Donnie kissed him again, and it might have been the most cheesy romantic thing Casey Jones had ever experienced.
But he didn't really mind in the slightest.
“Goodnight.” Donnie whispered against his lips.
“Goodnight.”
And then he was gone.
Gaptooth:
Mikey snitched.
Cavemouth:
Wdym??
Gaptooth:
To Leo
About where I was
Then Leo told Raph
Who told April
…
Cavemouth:
I hate this fucking family
Gaptooth:
No u dont loser
Cavemouth:
Fuck
That bitch:
CASYRS
CASYE
CASEY
U FUCKING WHORE
U R GOING TO DIE
PICK A CASKET BITCH
That better bitch:
oops
That bitch:
I am disowned you i cant believe
U fucked my brother
That better bitch:
I DID NOT FUCM RUR DUBTOHRR
OMFG
I DID NOT
That bitch:
Banned
Jail time
Never allowed near the lab
Ever again
Ewewewewew
That better bitch:
…
What does incognizant mean?