ScottxDuncan, because this pairing is fantastic and there needs to be more of it, damn it! I call it Duncott.
Scott's POV.
Come on, be honest. The first question everyone thinks of when they see two dudes in a gay couple is: who's the girl? Who's the one taking it up the ass? Who's the submissive one, the sweeter one, the more effeminate one?
Well, one look at us, and you'd be confused as hell. Neither of us really looks- or acts- in a feminine way. Duncan's face is covered in piercings, and he wears a permanent snarl. He's got an athletic build, due to being in prison. He causes pain to people he sees as "beneath him", not out of cruelty, but because that's what he's been taught. Juvie, y'know?
I sniff my armpits, a very un-ladylike quality. I make crude comments and constantly try to manipulate people. I view people as objects, things that I can use to achieve my goals. I'm muscular, because 10 years of working on a dirt farm'll do that to ya.
So, no, neither of us is girly. Neither of us is swishy. Kind of like Noah and Cody, people can't tell who's the bottom with us (but I'd bet all my mother's jewelry- which isn't much, but still- that Cody is the girl there).
What's it like in the bedroom? Amazing, thank you very much. It's almost like we can read each other's minds, because we know exactly what the other wants, and how they want it... Okay, I'm not gonna gross you out with the details. But just know that we pretty much "switch" who's on top and who's the bottom. We fight for it, and I hate to admit it, but he wins pretty often. Not because I'm weaker, but because... Well, because I'm incredibly unlucky in every area of life.
So when I do win the fight and prove my dominance, I pretty much taunt about it for the next week- or until he holds me down and proves "once and for all" that he's nobody's bitch...
Still, it's not like you can tell either of us is into guys (we're both bi, actually, but that's besides the point). In fact, people usually think that we're just friends, until Duncan smacks my ass or I kiss him full on the mouth (which I enjoy doing in public simply because of the shocked looks on people's faces... Ha).
Neither of us talks about clothes or shoes- we talk about wrestling and pulling pranks. Neither of us likes to be cutesy and "sweet"- we'd rather have a competition to see who can spit farther. So who's the girl?
Neither. Both. I don't know. All I know for sure is that I... Well, I love the guy. Which is a lot for me, since I've never actually cared about anyone besides my Pappy and my sister...
So I guess I don't care who you people think the girl is. You're wrong either way.
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