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"Face it Donnie, we all know I have the best legs in the family. That's like, a fact!"
"That is not anything even resembling a fact! How would you even prove that anyway?"
"A challenge! We'll compete and winner will officially have the best legs!"
"Leo that's stupid."
"Scared you'll lose?"
...
"You're on."
How'd they get here? Well it was Donnie's fault really.
Leo had just wanted to spend some time training in the dojo, get some practice in for his mad skills and all that. But of course Donnie had to be there, and of course he had to be doing his workout in the dojo right now.
Puberty had been kind to the softshell, his shoulders had broadened, his jawline had sharpened, and while he wasn't on Raph's level Don had begun to put on serious muscle. Especially his legs. God Leo could probably write a whole novel about all the things he loves about those legs. Firm, solid thighs, toned calves, and god right where his shorts ended and those purple scales peeked out were all taunting him.
So of course Leo had to start staring. Eyes hooded as Donnie would lower himself into a deep squat and slowly straighten back up, Leo would have stayed watching all day if he could. But because the slider had shit luck Donnie just had to glance up and notice.
"Can I help you?" Donnie had turned to him and quirked an eyebrow up, suspicion practically dripping from his voice.
Shit.
Leo was nothing if not adaptable, despite what others might think. No way in hell was he going to admit he was ogling his twin.
So he lied, said something about wanting to see how Donnie was trying in vain to have better legs than Leo. It was stupid sure, but Donnie had a competitive streak a mile wide.
Well it worked, Leo got one on one time with his twin.
Donnie had insisted first and foremost to do measurements. Leo would have objected until he saw the measuring tape. A chance to get up close and touch? Hell yeah.
It took all his willpower not to let his hands linger because GOD was his skin soft. Even worse was trying not to react to having Donnie's hands on him. The touch just ghosting across his thigh was sending a thrill up his spine and Leo had to hold back a shiver.
But he held out and Donnie didn't seem to notice as he finished up the measurements.
No surprise Donnie had the thicker legs, but Leo's were longer. Starting off their first round with a tie.
Don huffed "Okay whatever, what do you suggest we do next?"
Leo beamed, "Well dear brother I'm so glad you asked," he started off dramatically, "I think we test our skills! See who can keep up with who."
And so it went, challenge after challenge, they couldn't seem to best each other.
Leo was a faster runner, but Donnie could run longer. Leo was certainly more flexible, pulling off standing splits with ease. Though Donnie definitely gave him a hell of a show trying to pull off the same pose, in the end he couldn't quite straighten out all the way.
However he absolutely schooled Leo when it came to strength, beating out the slider at squats. It was frustrating and his legs felt like Jello by the end but at least Leo got to look without it being weird.
Still, they weren't getting anywhere with every challenge ending in a tie and Donnie was getting impatient.
"Why don't we just wrestle or something? Winner gets the title of best legs." Leo knew he'd regret the suggestion given how tired he already was but better to end with a tiebreaker before Donnie got pissed off and called it quits.
Fuck maybe it was already too late, Donnie had that glint in his eyes that meant nothing but trouble. Now that he thought about it, Donnie had been getting into Jiu Jitsu lately and from what Leo had seen, the softshell was getting pretty damn good at leg locks.
"Okay Leon, I think I can live with that. Let's do this."
The slider swallowed thickly and barely had time to wonder if he'd regret this suggestion before Donnie tackled him and they started grappling.
It had gone on for a few minutes, the two fighting to keep the other held down, neither quite getting the advantage. At least not until Leo began to tire and lost his grip.
Next thing he knew he had a lap full of softshell and a head full of horny. Donnie had him pinned, those way too perfect thighs wrapped around his hips and SQUEEZING, and his ass was grinding back as Leo struggled to get loose. This was not good Leo really needed to get Donnie off of him before he popped a boner.
The slider managed to slip a leg up between the softshell's and he dug his grip into Donnie's hip ready to throw him off when, "AH!" Leo blinked, once, twice, not sure if he had heard correctly. But as he looked up to see his twin, face flushed scarlet and looking down at Leo mortified, he couldn't fight back a blush of his own. He'd moaned, and damn if it wasn't the hottest thing Leo had ever heard.
"Don-" before he could even get a word out Donnie had slammed his hand into Leo's face and stood, the slider very nearly whined from the loss.
"I won the tie breaker! You lost so drop it." Don was breathless, and didn't sound all that victorious.
"But-" annnd now Donnie had slammed a foot down onto Leo's plastron, the slider let out a squeak as Donnie leaned forward, pushing down.
"Drop it. I won." the words had no bite, and it was hard to be intimidated when Donnie was redder than Raph's bandana. But Leo nodded and let out a meek little "Ok." as he struggled not to let on how much he was enjoying this position. As it stood he was getting a wonderful view as Donnie towered over him.
Maybe he just had a thing for getting stepped on?
With that, Donnie nodded, not looking all that convinced and removed his foot.
"Good, now this has been a huge waste of my time. I'm going to bed."
So Leo had lost the contest, his self appointed title of having the "Best legs in the family," and roughly two hours of his time.
But as he walked back to his room, the feeling of those muscular thighs squeezing around his hips, and that heavenly moan still fresh in his mind. Leo smirked as he ran his hands up where they had just been and thought, "Did I really even lose?"