Title: Never Admit
Pairing: Duncan/Justin
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own TDI.
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Normal – Duncan
Italic – Justin
Bold - Both
He was always after the ones who were forbidden: the beautiful ones, the ones who he thought he could never have and he adored the thrill that came with finally having them.
And there was nobody more beautiful than this one, the one with the chestnut brown hair and stunning blue eyes.
He always went after the unique ones, the ones who weren't like the others, the ones worth showing off and saying 'Look, he is mine.' And nobody was worth more looks than this one, with the green hair and all of the piercings that still managed to look almost pretty in the right light.
He would never admit – except maybe behind closed doors, with only his beautiful lover for company, that Justin's 'act' at the talent show had made him just as excited as the girls, maybe even more so.
He'd never admit – except maybe as they lie with only the moonlight to clothe them, that Duncan's deep voice sent thrills up his spine every single time.
He would never admit – except maybe in the early morning when Justin looked even more beautiful as he woke up, that he liked to look at Justin just as much as the narcissist liked to look at himself.
He'd never admit – except maybe when they stood waist-deep in the water during the daytime when anyone could happen across them, that he loved the mystery and danger that followed the punk wherever he went.
He would never admit – except maybe at night, when they held each other close against the cold brutality of the nighttime island wind, that no girl would ever compare to his femme boy.
He'd never admit – except maybe when they lie in the sheets that made them almost drowsy enough to fall asleep, but not quite, that deep down inside, he loved all of the pet names that the delinquent passively threw at him.
He would never admit – except maybe late at night when he'd wake up and just watch him sleep, that the soft, smooth skin that covered his lover's body made touch his favorite of the five senses.
He'd never admit – except maybe when they lie together on the hot white sand, that the feeling of cold calloused hands on his bare skin made him never want to wear clothes again.
But he'd always admit, with no exception, that he loved him.
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A/N: This is really just a one-time deal. I thought it was cute. I read a House/Chase fanfic that used this kind of two-person format and I thought it was a really awesome idea, so I thought I'd try it out.
My inspiration was that in the first episode of Total Drama Action, Duncan and Justin are sharing bunks, and my brother pointed out that 'Justin was on top of Duncan'. Which of course got my slashy mind thinking things.