Title: Ninja Turtle Love
Fandom: Catfish, the TV Show (RPF); Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Author: godsdaisiechain
Format: fic
Words: 300
Rating: PG
Summary: Max and Nev have a Ninja-Turtle evening together. Cowabunga, Dude.
Notes: This is based on an MTV show where the leads travel the country trying to clear up problems in online dating. They stay in hotels every episode. The two leads have quite the little bromance going on, and one of them reveals he is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Fan.

Max rolled his eyes, “Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse to get into my room?” Nev had complained about that rap on his knuckles all day. When he had been the one to insist on fighting with sticks. He always seemed to underestimate Max's skills. It was one of the few problems in their little bromance.

“My room,” said Nev. “An excuse to get you into my room. And it is.”

“That’s what I said,” said Max, giving the real camera a significant look. “Wait. Is your room nicer than mine?”

“My room is always nicer than yours,” said Nev. “Because you’re the only one who gets any privacy. I have a surprise for you.”

Max knocked, then took his superhero stance, legs akimbo, hands on hips. He’d pinned an airplane blanket, the kind you could buy for $5 and then know it hadn’t been sneezed on by miscellaneous strangers before being vacuum packed, onto his shoulders with safety pins. And stuck a roll of TMNT wrapping paper into his belt. “Turtle power!”

Nev snorted when he opened the door, wearing a shirt with a blue TMNT mask. “I didn’t know the Ninja Turtles wore capes.”

Max mimicked the voice of Edna Mode from The Incredibles “No capes.”

Nev laughed. “Turn off that camera and get in here.”

“Is that pizza? Cowabunga, Dude!”

*+*+*+*+*

Max woke up, naked, a slice of cold pepperoni pizza stuck to his left hip. “Eew!” But he couldn’t stop smiling.

Nev, similarly undressed, stirred underneath him, crinkling the wrapping paper. “Man, that was great.” They grinned at each other for a moment, then took in the sheets, covered with pepperoni and tomato sauce, shreds of wrapping paper, and the Mr. Pibb they’d knocked over while grappling on the coffee table.

“I guess we’ll be filming in my room?” Max said.

“I guess,” said Nev, reaching up for some pre-shower pashing.

DISCLAIMER: This fanwork is a work of fiction. It is not based on a real (or implied) relationship and is not intended to harm the real individuals in any way.