I bring PWP on Prom Night!~

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Title: The Need to Relax
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Mikey/Leon
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 1,104
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this fic. I just named a few of them and gave them distinct personalities.
Author's Note:  Written for 10_whores  prompt one: Navigation from challenge number 3. For some reason, I really like the turtles being whores. *big grin*

 

“Are you lost?”

Leon jerked in surprise and looked up. Then looked down. And then back up the high heeled, black leather boots that stopped midway on a green smooth calf. The short orange skirt met his attention as his eyes continued up to see the creamy plastron and the small black tube top. Finally, he met the blue eyes looking at him that sparkled as much as the glitter around them.

“Hello,” the little turtle grinned, “anyone in there? I asked if you were lost.”

“I’m not lost,” Leon assured.

“Really? Because this is about the fourth time now that I’ve seen you walk this way in the past twenty minutes. Also, it’s the second time that you’ve stopped to ‘tie your shoes.’” His hands fell to his tiny waist as he smirked.

“And why exactly have you been watching me each time? Is it your job to watch who walks here or something?” Leon asked as he let go of his tied shoelace and stood, towering over the smaller turtle by a good nine inches.

“Not really. It is my job to stand here and look pretty until someone makes a deal with me though.” He picked off an invisible thread on his short skirt.

“Oh? And what sort of deal do you make?” Leon asked already knowing the answer.

“The kind where I get paid and you get laid.” The hooker shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile tugging on his lips.

“Cute,” Leon remarked. He flashed a bit of green out of his pocket to show that he could, indeed, pay the man for his services.

“Thanks,” the hooker’s eyes were on the green paper now. “Made that up myself, you know. I considered being a poet until I realized this job pays better and is more fun.” Little hands ran up Leon’s white shirt to undo the top button. “You look like someone that’s usually too stressed. Relax a little, will you?”

“I have a feeling you know how to get me to relax, don’t you?” Leon asked with a little smirk.

“Well, I have been told that I’m pretty good at relaxing people. But like I said, it’ll cost you depending on how relaxed you want to be.” The little hooker practically purred.

“How much for you to suck me off?” Leon questioned.

A slow, lazy smile appeared on his face. “Thirty-five.” He curled his little fingers into Leon’s belt loop and started to tug him into the alley. “Come on, we need to go into my ‘office’ for this sort of deal.”

Leon smirked. “Does the thirty-five get me a name as well, sweetie?”

The hooker glanced up at him. “Mikey,” he offered and stopped when they were far enough in the alley. He held his hand up and Leon stared at it for a moment. “This isn’t charity work, stud.”

“Right,” Leon nodded and pulled out two twenties. “I’ll make it an even forty.”

“I have change.” Mikey stated and Leon stared at him, wondering where exactly the change was.

“It’s fine.” Leon insisted and handed him the bills.

Mikey’s blue eyes narrowed. “I don’t like charity either.”

“It’s not,” Leon leaned against the wall, acting smooth even though his heart was racing. “The extra five is for a taste afterwards.” Mikey’s eyes widened for a moment before he’s the collected hooker he was seconds before.

“Okay,” he agreed and pressed against Leon, then he flicked open the top button of his jeans. “Let me tell you it’s free to moan loudly.”

Leon chuckled and it turned into a low hiss as his zipper was pulled down and then Mikey’s hands were in his pants and around his dick. His hands were warm, his palms a little rough, and it made Leon’s insides twitch like crazy.

Mikey’s teeth gleamed in the darkness when he smiled, and then the gleam abruptly disappeared as he dropped to his knees. Leon watched as Mikey pulled his cock out the front flap of his boxers and jacked it a few times. His grip was sure, and Leon was already half-hard when Mikey leaned in, opened his mouth, and licked the head of Leon's cock. Like a sucker or an ice cream cone.

Mikey’s tongue was wet and warm. Leon banged his head against the brick wall when Mikey stopped licking and started sucking. One hand still jacking his dick with while he used the other to squeeze Leon’s thigh, Mikey sucked a little harder and started to go down, taking more in and moving his hand away to squeeze Leon’s other thigh.

Leon placed a careful hand over Mikey’s head and Mikey made a wet, slurpy, pleased noise around Leon’s dick. Leon stared down at Mikey as those blue eyes looked back up at him. His blue eyes were opened and staring at him while his lips stretched around his cock and Leon moaned loudly because it felt like Mikey wanted it, wanted him.

Then Mikey winked and he pushed his head against the back of Leon’s hand and goes down, down, down, until his beak is pressed against Leon’s plastron. It’s the sexiest thing Leon has ever seen and he took it as an invitation to fuck Mikey’s mouth. He tightened his hands around Mikey’s head, holding it still, and used him.

After the first hard thrust, Mikey’s eyes closed and he groaned around Leon’s dick. Leon couldn’t help but pant and moan and screw his cock into Mikey’s willing mouth over and over.

Leon was getting close and Mikey seemed to know because he was groaning again. The vibration of his throat was enough to tip Leon over the edge and he moaned loudly as his hands slid off of Mikey’s head and he came in his mouth. Mikey kept sucking him until Leon sagged back against the wall. Mikey sat back on his heels and coughed then stood and wrapped a hand around Leon’s neck, pulling him down.

Mikey clamped his beak over Leon’s panting mouth and Leon tasted himself as Mikey’s tongue invaded his mouth. Leon moaned and he followed Mikey’s retreating tongue to explore Mikey’s wonderfully talented mouth.

When Mikey pulled away there was a string of saliva connecting their mouths but Mikey quickly licked Leon’s beak and broke the string.

“See,” Mikey grinned. “Look how relaxed you are now.” He moved forward and carefully tucked Leon back in, zippering and re-buttoning his jeans. “If you ever need to relax again, you know which block to find me on.” Mikey blew him a kiss and started to trot away down the alley, leaving a dazed Leon behind.