12. With Lee!Mikey ?😺
Priorities
Summary: It's time for training, but Mikey's in the middle of something important. Raph needs to help his little brother sort out his priorities.
Author's note: Thank you for the prompt, anon! This was so fun! I realized I almost never write for Raph, so I needed to remedy that ASAP. Enjoy!
Warnings: Just tickling, but if that's not your jam, please keep scrolling.
Word count: 1,069
12. "Come on, let me see that smile!"
"NOOO!"
"Mikey, I—"
"WHY, CRUEL WORLD—"
"Mikey, it's just a game!" Raph roared, rubbing his temples as a distraught Mikey caressed the screen that blinked the dreaded red words: YOU LOSE.
The video game car that Mikey had been operating did a surprising number of side rolls and ping-ponged off of several obstacles. Honestly, it was impressive that he made it as far as he had. Though this last game didn't go well, Mikey maintained an overall spot in second place—a feat Raph couldn't imagine achieving in this game.
The arcade blinked with multicolored lights, illuminating the youngest brother's distressed expression. Mikey gripped the steering wheel, resting his forehead against the plastic with a disheartened sigh. "I can't let Leo have the high score, Raph. It was mine, I worked so hard for it!"
Raph patted Mikey's shoulder with a soft, understanding look. "You'll get it back, little bro..." his voice shifted back to the gruff, firm tone he usually spoke in, "But not now. Time for training."
"I can't give up now! I'm this close!" Mikey mimed holding a popcorn kernel between his fingers, indicating the severity of the situation. "I'm in the zone, and you can't pause 'the zone' for anything!"
Raph forced a pleasant smile while speaking through gritted teeth. "But I told you we needed to go two games ago. Leo and Donnie are already waitin', and you know what happens when we leave them alone for too long."
Mikey's hands tightened on the wheel. "One more game!"
"No!" Raph grabbed Mikey around the middle to pull him away from the flashing screen, despite the younger brother's whining. His frustration was clearly building now, but Mikey was persistent nonetheless. That was the thing with Mikey: he was usually so laid back, so flexible, always willing to go with the flow; until he wasn't. And when he wasn't?
Well, those were the days that always confused and surprised Raph. He never understood Mikey's priorities and, despite how much stronger he was than Mikey, he had to actually try to pull Mikey away from the video game. Mikey held fast to the steering wheel, the chair, any fixed object he could find. He understood the importance of training, he really did, but why waste nineteen warmup games? Especially when he knew the next game would be the one.
"I don't want to!" Mikey said with all of the fire of a child about to see the dentist.
"We have—" he struggled to get a grip on Mikey's shell, "to go—" a small giggle escaped the youngest's mouth before Raph could finish his thought. His hands were clamped on the sides of Mikey's shell, and Mikey's mouth was clamped shut in the way it always was whenever anyone would...
The idea hit Raph suddenly, and he couldn't believe he hadn't come up with it sooner. "Mikey, I'm gonna give you one more chance to do the right thing, or else," Raph said, tapping his fingers impatiently against Mikey's sides. In the low, warm light of the arcade, he watched Mikey mentally rifle through his options while trying to keep his composure.
Neither option Raph presented involved Mikey getting what he wanted. Mikey knew Raph was just trying to do his best as their leader, but he was determined to reclaim his spot as the champ. Raph wouldn't be upset for too long, especially not with the youngest.
"Mikey?" Raph prompted, squeezing Mikey's sides a little more, earning a short snicker.
"You forgot about the secret third option," Mikey said with a wobbly grin, "where I beat Leo's high score!"
Raph chuckled at his stubborn brother, wrapping one arm around Mikey's shell to free his other hand. "Then you don't leave me any other choice." Using his free hand, Raph scribbled his fingers over Mikey's plastron and sides.
Mikey dissolved into squeaky giggles instantly, trying to fight the overwhelming urge to let go of the chair and protect himself. "Rahahahaph! Nohoho fahahair!"
"No fair? No fair?" Raph laughed and dug his fingers into Mikey's exposed armpit. The younger brother's undignified screams of laughter filled the lair. "Raph thinks you're the one who's not bein' fair!"
Mikey finally let go of the red chair, grabbing Raph's hand for lack of any better solution. "Ahahaham nohot!"
"Come on, let me see that smile!" Raph put Mikey on the ground, now using both hands to tickle him senseless.
Contrary to what people may think, Raph's strong, calloused hands could provide the most gentle, unbearable tickling sensation one could imagine. As the oldest of four brothers, he had perfected the art early in life. He knew exactly where to strike to bring his brothers down and, more importantly, how to tell when to stop.
For Mikey, this meant tickling any spot Raph could reach, switching places any time Mikey squirmed away from one sensation, leaving no spot un-tickled. Being quick and gentle was the best way to throw the youngest turtle into hysterics before going in for the kill.
"D'ya think it might be time for training, Mikey?" Raph asked with a mischievous smile.
Between the fingers now lightly wiggling against his neck, and the hand firmly squeezing his knee, Mikey was quickly losing the ability to think straight. He could only wrap his arms around his middle (a spot Raph was no longer going for) and do his best to squirm away from the tickly sensations.
"Mikey? You know Leo and Donnie ain't gonna wait forever," Raph said, slowing his hands enough to let Mikey's brain get the oxygen it needed to function.
"F-Fihihine!" was all the youngest could muster between his bouts of shrill cackles.
Raph released Mikey and stood up, watching the youngest inhale all the oxygen in the room. Sometimes he worried about pushing his littlest brother too far but seeing the award-winning smile on Mikey's face eased those concerns.
"If we train now, I promise we can work on beating the high score tonight. Deal?" He offered a hand, which Mikey wasted no time accepting.
"Deal! Leo won't even see it coming!"
"Um, see what coming?" came the hesitant voice of the group's face-man.
Raph gave Mikey a sly smile and a wink, ushering him out of the arcade. Sometimes it was difficult being the leader of the three most stubborn brothers in the world.
But how could he possibly want anything different?
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