The Handsome Helper

Chapter 12

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I'm late, I'm always late.

But how fun is life when you're on time to meet your bestfriend/lover and his bestfriend/also my lover?

I walked into the cozy bar I'd first met Raphael in that damned day. I don't regret meeting him or regret anything we'd done since. I'd actually like what he'd shown me, no, I'm not suddenly into watching myself have sex but I do like having sex with Raphael. But it was damned because he got to see me vulnerable and he got under my skin so very easily.

I ran to the booth, our booth and slid in beside who I thought was Donatello. I almost lent to give him a quick peck in the cheek, but as Donatello sat laughing on the other side of the small booth I jumped away from Raphael. He sipped at his whiskey with a small smirk, it was small and well hidden by his glass but I saw it. I moved to sit next to Donny and felt his familiar wet kiss on my forehead.

"You're late" Donny whispers into my freshly curled hair. I liked this playful Donny but his now touchy-feely side doesn't make up for the fact he's been absent lately. I moved away subtly.

"She's probably never late when she's being a whore" Raphael coughs. His eyebrow raises as if awaiting my comeback. I let out a laugh. I feel in control, like he's passed me dice to roll.

"You can never be late when you're a whore, but you'd know that Raphael, wouldn't you?" Double sixes and I've just passed Go. Donny laughs into his glass and Raphael continues to smirk into his.

"Ouch, those claws hurt kitty, does your pimp like them digging into him while he fucks your brains out?" He asks with a wink

"I don't know, did you like them?" Raphael's face changes to an amused look, did he want this? Did he want me to bring up our nights together? Donny clears his throat beside me, this twist isn't amusing him.

"Wait, you two?" His tone was shakey and confused. I almost felt bad. Raphael drinks the remaining drink in his glass before banging his glass loudly on the table and whipping his mouth

"No, she's not my type" the words were so final. He looked directly at me and said them. But of course they were lies, because I was everything he wanted when he wanted, wasn't I?

"What?" Donny exclaims "She looks exactly like Christi" a loud thud comes from under the table and Donny bends to run his freshly kicked leg

"Christy? Christina? Who do I look like?" No one answers me, no one looks at me "don't keep me in the dark, guys?" I ask

"The dark is where you belong, now shut up"

"Ok grumpy" I roll my eyes at him and his grumpy mood

"Hey, go ask beg that waitress if she'll put the footie on, I'm betting on United" Raphael says looking at Donny. I thought he was doing that thing where he talks to me but looks elsewhere. I was about to argue with him when Donny answers

"You ask" Donny frowns. They're such children.

"Already tried, and plus, you've always been the prettier one" Raphael reaches across the table and pats his friend on the shoulder in an in encouraging way

"Ok, ok, only if you stop hitting on me" Donny jokingly winks at Raphael and the situation reminds me of how I am with Ana.

"Excuse me" Donny slides us out of the booth and walks to the bar. I sit back down and Raphael quickly moves on to my side of the booth.

He grabs my face roughly in one hand and makes me look at him. I turn my head as best I can so I don't have to look into his eyes

"Understand, you're defeat turns me on so, so much" he purrs into my hair. "Mine afterwards?" He asks while I start repeatedly whispering 'fight me' into his ear. I know this will affect him in obvious ways