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aloneindarknes7Title: Evil Whims of an Apron
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: LeonMichael
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Fast Forward)
Warning: Kinks; aprons specifically
Rating: Nc-17
Word Count: 1,720
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Michael actually gets some! :D Seriously, I blame this on Aussiegirl17 because she's forcing a leg into my 'verse. First it was the DonaldLeon fic because she wanted her OTP in Dark Clone form. Now it seems like Leon got Leo's kink. Oi.
Michael hummed happily over the sizzling of the frying pan. He was actually cooking breakfast and hadn’t burned the eggs yet. It was the first time ever! Leon was going to be so surprised with a tasty, non-crispy breakfast for once.
He rocked from side to side along to his humming, making up some nonsense song as his happy mood rocked through his entire body. Michael had found an apron the day before the same color as Leon’s skin with white lace around the edge. The lace had bothered him but he had really wanted an apron since the stove always burned him and made him leave the frying pan unattended, therefore resulting in burned eggs. The apron was wrapped around his waist and hooked over his neck, the bottom hitting the bottom of his plastron and swaying with his movements. So far, he hadn’t been burned.
“Hey, Leon, check this out; it’s like this apron really helps.” Michael called out as he moved the eggs around in the pan, mixing the cheese into the eggs some more. He smiled as Leon emerged into the room, rubbing at his good eye sleepily. He headed straight to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, glancing at Michael before he opened it.
Leon’s eye widened comically as his hand stilled on the cap. He looked at the apron and watched it carefully as the cloth brushed against Michael’s upper thighs. Michael caught Leon’s eye and pouted slightly, his lower lip sticking out. “I needed an apron, okay? Just don’t call me a housewife until after you try the results or else--”
Michael was cut off mid-rant as Leon moved quickly, grabbing Michael and shoving him up against the refrigerator. The full water bottle toppled to the ground and rolled under the counter, forgotten, as Leon pressed his body against Michael’s. “Leon?” Michael’s eyes blinked quickly with his confusion.
Leon ducked his head down slightly and sealed his beak over Michael’s, licking his way past his teeth to play with Michael’s tongue. Michael’s eyes slid close with a low moan and he surrendered to Leon’s mouth as it coerced his long tongue to slip past Leon’s lips. Leon sucked on Michael’s tongue, slurping loudly as the excess drool from their actions dribbled down his chin.
Michael’s hips jerked forward as Leon’s hand snacked down between their ministrations to brush over the scab of what had once been his tail. Michael opened his eyes slowly and retracted his tongue into his own mouth. Leon’s tongue desperately tried to follow but Michael turned his head to the side. “Leon,” he panted, his breath still stolen by his boyfriend.
“Michael,” Leon whispered as he nipped softly at Michael’s neck, his hands bunched in Michael’s apron. Michael gasped at the action and gripped the refrigerator for support to stop his hips from bucking again. He had never been so turned on before in his life. Leon had never done something so arousing before.
“What are you doing?” Michael asked, thrown for a loop at Leon’s strange behavior. Leon didn’t answer verbally. Instead, he chose to drop onto his knees before Michael and nuzzle his hot beak over Michael’s slit. Michael’s eyes widened and he hissed at the action.
Leon’s tongue slipped out of his mouth to trail over the bulging slit and Michael was instantly out and enveloped into Leon’s mouth. Leon’s wet tongue snaked around him as Leon experimentally took as much of Michael into his mouth as he could. The head of Michael’s cock bumped against the back of Leon’s throat and he gagged slightly and pulled away but kept his tongue licking Michael’s sensitive head.
Then he bobbed his head forward and took Michael fully into his mouth, ignoring the fact that he couldn’t breathe past the organ in his throat. “Leon,” Michael groaned as Leon swallowed around him. All the while, Leon’s hands ran up and down Michael’s plastron, over and on top of the apron, continuing to stimulate and feel Michael’s body.
“Leon, Leon, I’m, oh, Leon,” Michael tried to warn Leon of his embarrassing shortness but he couldn’t quite moan anything more than Leon’s name. He came, spluttering Leon’s name some more, as Leon swallowed down as much as he could. Some added to the drool on his chin but he didn’t seem to mind as he moaned happily, his visible eye sliding close.
Leon pulled away, resting on the balls of his feet as he kept a low position and stared up at Michael. Michael tried to catch his breath as he stared back down at Leon. Swallowing, Leon reached a hesitant hand up to his mouth and touched his beak. He scrubbed the back of his hand across his chin and grimaced.
Michael’s knees began to shake with the post-orgasm exhaustion catching up to him so he slid down against the refrigerator to sit on the floor. “Did you forget my Birthday or something?” Michael asked Leon as he stared at him pointedly. “Because, well, I did too; in fact, I just forgot everything. Dang, Leon, you sucked my brain out.”
“Um, no,” Leon shook his head. “Um, that wasn’t for your Birthday.”
“Then what was that for?” Michael shrieked the question. “I mean, it was totally awesome and everything but, my goodness, that came from nowhere. I wasn’t even heckling you for sex today. At least, I wasn’t yet.”
“I, um, just wanted to knock a blowjob off of the list?” Leon joked half-heartedly.
Michael narrowed his eyes. “That’s BS and you know it. Since you just made me burn the only good eggs I have ever made then you better tell me exactly why I finally got laid,” he mended, “a little.”
Leon swallowed again as he licked his lips. “It’s, um, you in that apron.” He reluctantly admitted.
Michael stared at Leon with a dumb folded expression on his face. “The apron,” he fiddled with the bottom of his apron, the lace running between his thumb and middle finger.
“Yes, that apron, Michael, I just,” Leon pounced on Michael, nuzzling into his neck as he pressed flush against him again.
Michael grinned widely. “You have an apron fetish.” His breath hitched with realization. “You would bang me in this.” Michael finally had a way to get laid.
“No, no,” Leon pulled away, using all of his self control to stand up and turn away from Michael as he laid wantonly on the ground in the apron. “I have more control than that,” he claimed.
“Really?” Michael challenged as he spread open his legs and pressed the back of his hand to his head. “Because I am just so ready to be taken, lying on the floor like this, especially with this beautiful apron hugging my virgin body so snugly.”
Leon’s breath hitched as he looked at Michael and he quickly took off, running into the bathroom and locking himself in.
Michael blinked and frowned. That plan didn’t work either; in fact, it had gotten him quite the opposite effect he had been aiming for. Michael stood up and turned the stove off before he followed Leon’s trail to the bathroom.
The door was locked. “Leon?” He called as he rapped on the wooden block way. “Come on out, Leon, breakfast is ready.”
“Are you still wearing the apron?” Leon asked. His voice was breathy.
“You bet,” Michael sung merrily.
Leon moaned and cursed quietly. “Oh fuck.” Michael strained his hearing as he pressed against the door. He could hear wet noises under Leon’s suddenly heavy breathing.
“Are you jerking off in there?” Michael shrieked as he pounded on the door. “Come on, Leon, you probably only get an erection once every ten years; don’t waste it! Just open the door and finally do me.”
“Our first time will be special, Michael; it will not be like this.” Leon groaned out.
“Our first time will be special no matter what because it will prove that you can actually have sex and that’s pretty special. Come on, Leon; we’ve been dating for three years now and I just now got a blow job. This is ridiculous.” Michael whined as he leaned heavily against the door. “I could at least return the favor.”
“Fuck,” Leon hissed again and the wet noises became louder and closer together.
“I really want to, yes.” Michael scowled. He heard Leon groan and then the toilet flush a moment later. “You’re such a jerk, Leon.” He glared at the wooden door and took a step away from it, waiting for Leon to come out. The door remained closed. “Are you coming out or what? You know, I could break the door down but I’d end up ruining it beyond fixing and that would just tick you off.”
“Are you still wearing the apron?” Leon asked once more.
“Um, yeah,” Michael frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re not going to come out until I take it off.”
“You got it,” Leon’s disembodied voice replied.
Michael groaned and slipped the apron off over his head. “Fine, you big jerk, it’s off.”
“Slide it under the door.” Leon ordered.
“What?” Michael’s tongue dropped out of his mouth. “Now you’re just being paranoid. It’s not like I was going to slip it back on the moment you came out to try and prompt you for sex again.” A moment of silence passed before Michael started stuffing the apron under the door. “You know me too well.”
“Yeah,” Leon admitted as he tugged the apron into the bathroom all the way. Michael heard him inhale deeply and he continued to frown.
“Did you just smell my apron?” He questioned.
“Yes,” Leon finally opened the door and looked at Michael blankly as he held the bunched up apron in his hands. “I’m going to go hide this so you can’t ever use it to your evil whims again.” Michael rolled his eyes. “Finish making breakfast, will you?” Leon pressed a kiss to the top of Michael’s head.
“Fine, you prude,” Michael crossed his arms over his plastron. “You’re lucky that I now know why I should stick around with you.” He stuck his tongue out at Leon’s chuckle and went into the kitchen to start breakfast over again.
He burned the eggs and blamed it on Leon.
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Date: 2009-10-18 11:28 pm (UTC)Leon, you're a jerk. I mean, WOW. What an ass. Three years of celibacy? I can see three months. Even three SEASONS. But YEARS?!
You're mean!
Love it, dahlink!
ME
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:28 am (UTC)<3
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Date: 2009-10-18 11:33 pm (UTC)LOL anyway love it
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-18 11:47 pm (UTC)((Yo, Micheal! Go find another apron!))
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:32 am (UTC)((He's shopping right now!~))
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Date: 2009-10-19 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 02:03 am (UTC)((ooooo....canon dark clones pairings! ^_^ too awesome!))
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Date: 2009-10-21 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-21 09:00 pm (UTC)Lol, yeah, Michael's pretty much going to go shopping for a heavy-duty bundle of aprons. XD
Thank you so much!~ <3 I'm glad you liked the fic so much!~
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Date: 2009-10-20 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-25 10:14 am (UTC)Very cute, and Michael is so funny! Poor Leon, though. Maybe.
... he deserves it for not letting Micheal have any fun for three years. XD
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Date: 2009-10-26 11:25 pm (UTC)Thanks!~ I'm glad you liked it. Yeah, Leon kind of does deserve it. :3
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Date: 2009-10-27 08:28 am (UTC)Yes. And I am sure Mich is looking for another apron now. And it will be even sexier, eh? XD