Dedicated to I'll Cover Angel and Collins, because, without you, I would never have gotten to love this pairing.

In Loving Memory of Aaron, because, for some reason, you wanted this to be in your undead memory...

When a Host Loves a Contestant

The raven-haired, middle-aged man pulled down on the toilet chain. And again. And again. And again. But nothing was happening. The water, and other unmentionables, in the toilet bowl were not budging a single inch.

"For fuck's sake!" The man screamed to the heavens. If only he had hired an official plumber come in to fix the plumbing system, rather than hiring his right-hand man to do it instead, maybe he wouldn't have been in that mess right there.

The angered man tried one more time to flush down the contents, but maybe he shouldn't have used so much force. The white handle snapped off in his hand, only angering him further.

There are some days that you can tell will be bad before they've even started, this was one of those days for Chris McLean.

Giving up on his morning routine, Chris threw the handle in the oversized bath tub and walked straight back to him bedroom. He slumped down onto his bed, hoping that if he went back to sleep, it would all be alright when he woke up.

Maybe he would wake up to find he was back home in one of his many mansions across the way, tucked up nicely in one of his comfier beds. Maybe he wouldn't have to work for a months, hopefully years. There would be no hormonal teenagers and no more challenges to think up.

Of course, that was never going to happen.

Chris was stuck on a plane, travelling the world and babysitting a bunch of brats. He did have to work every single day, either on challenges or paperwork, trying to figure out where to go next or which intern to fire when he was pissed off.

His life was not going to get any better for a while.

"CHRIS!" And this was the last thing Chris need. "I'M PREPARING TO LAND!"

This day was only going to get worse.

The brunette teenager sat in the comfortable, first class chair, her tanned fingers tapping down on the arm rest. There wasn't a lot she could do other than tap her fingers and sulk. The crying stage was over now, she was past that, but that did not mean that she wasn't pissed off anymore.

Courtney was still infuriated with her now ex-boyfriend about what he had done, and she was never going to get fully-over it, but she needed people to think that she was focused on the competition at last.

This previous season of Total Drama, Courtney hadn't been as focused on the competition as the last two. She had been too busy worrying about her about her missing boyfriend. He had been thrown off the plane somewhere between Egypt and Japan, meaning he could have been anywhere.

But, now that Duncan had been found out as a lying cheat, Courtney was focused on the competition-some-what. Sure, she was still hurt about how the whole thing had gone down, but no one was to know that. They all had to be scared and in fear of Courtney, though none of them were. After knowing her for so long, they knew she was competitive, but nothing to be scared about.

"Are you actually going to do anything today?" Courtney shook her head in reply to Sierra. It was probably just something to do with her blog, so Courtney wasn't going to be polite and ask her the same question reply. Though, it was probably something along the lines of stealing more of Cody's underwear. That boy was going to run out quite quickly if Sierra had her way.

The young girl was starting to get very fed up of the competition that was at hand. Then again, who wasn't by that part in the game? But Courtney was extra fed up by now.

If it wasn't bad enough that she had to stay on the plane, she also had to share it with Duncan. And if that still wasn't bad enough, the girl that he had left her for was sitting behind Courtney. Life was just in that sucking mode for Courtney at that point. Nothing was going her way and it felt like it never would.

The tanned teenager struggled to her feet, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her as she had stood up far too quickly. But Courtney needed some alone time now. She needed to get somewhere that she was going to be alone. Somewhere that she could just blurt out her true feelings. Somewhere like the confessional.

The confessional was only on the other side of the doors, half-way between first class and economy class, but that did mean that Courtney would have to walk through the rest of First class to get there.

No one was looking at her. There were only five of them, plus the intern/bartender, in the room. Courtney took a quick glance, but still, no one was even thinking about her. Well, maybe Gwen was, but she wasn't looking.

The brunette took this as her chance, hurrying her feet along the floor so she could get out of there faster. Everyone must have known where she was going, since it was hardly going to be economy class, so there was no point in hiding that. They all probably knew that it was going to be about Duncan too, so there was no point in hiding that either.

But Courtney wanted to escape their presence and her feet were not going quick enough.

With the confessional in sight, the teenager started to hurry up. But then she spotted someone else doing the same.

Chris McLean came hurrying down the spiral staircase, all the way down from his private quarters. He never left his quarters; he was always up there unless they were about to land, which they were, but not quite yet.

But Courtney could see that the two were heading for the same thing and she was determined to get there first. Of course, so was Chris.

The brunette reached out, pulling the door open first, but Chris caught up to her, the two jamming each other into the walls of the doorframe. It was only a cheap and small room, probably originally going to be a closet.

The two were shoulder-to-shoulder, both trying to squeeze into the room first, but the doorway was just not big enough. The two kept on pushing against each other, each getting angrier and angrier because neither was winning this athletic event any time soon.

"I need to vent!"

"I need to use the actual facilities!"

But neither was letting the other one pass, the two kept on trying to push past in an attempt to widen the doorframe and get in there first.

"You have your own bathroom!"

"You have actual people to vent to!"

But still, neither moved out of the way of the other. They both kept on fighting it, both hoping to be the first in the room. It wasn't going very well for either of them, as the other refused to budge, that meant they were both stuck in the same, awkward position.

And, to make things awarder between them, Chris his elbow back, knocking himself and Courtney out of that position, but into a new one.

Their backs were both up against either side of the doorframe, their chests pressed against each other's and their faces not even an inch apart.

Their breath was short, their eyes locked and their hearts were beating against one and others. The rate kept on increasing as every intense second passed them.

Chris wasn't exactly tall, which made him around the same height as Courtney, who, without her wedges on her feet, was quite short herself.

Then the unexpected happened, Chris found himself moving in even closer. He caught Courtney's glossed lips in his chapped ones and, to his surprise; she didn't pull away from him. The two stayed perfectly thing for a while, both with their eyes closed and just enjoying the moment.

Chris was experienced. He had, had many ladies in his time, all, in the end, begging and screaming his name. He complied at the time, but had never stuck around for more than two nights at a time. He wasn't that sort of person. Chris thrived off one night stands and would never be caught dead in any sort of committed relationships.

Courtney was less experienced. She was still only seventeen years old, not having a lot of times to experience in her lifetime. In fact, Duncan would be the only person she would count as an actual boyfriend in the long-run. She had, had her fair share of kisses around a spinning bottle, but nothing serious enough to keep.

The aging host swiftly and carefully reached his hands out, gripping onto Courtney's tiny waist and pulling it towards his own. She still didn't back away, letting him turn her to the side and push her back into the tiny room.

Chris knew better than what everyone else did, quickly letting go with his right hand and turning the camera lens in a circular motion. The red light dimmed and now the two were alone in the room. Only he, the host, knew how to do that. The last thing the two needed was all of this being televised on international TV.

He then took the time to drag the door shut behind the two as well. The next to last thing the two wanted was for anyone on the show to find out about this either.

As soon as the two were alone, their lips never haven broke yet, Courtney grabbed Chris' hand back into place, sliding it slight backwards along with the other one also.

It may have been wrong to use him, but she was going to do it. Courtney needed a good excuse to get over Duncan; she needed something to distract her from the competition at hand. This was just what Courtney needed.

It didn't matter to her that he could have been twice her age. That he could have been using her in return. That this was class A pedophilia as she was still only sixteen years of age. This was what Courtney wanted it to be.

Chris was just looking for a good time. His day-to-day life was draining and he had no fun what-so-ever in what felt like an entire lifetime to him. He just wanted a little time to free himself from stress, someone to take it all away for a little while. Courtney was just the person he needed.

It didn't matter that he was a lot older than he. That the two really were using each other. That this could have gotten him in a lot of trouble with the law for multiple reasons. This was what Chris wanted it to be.

The tanned teenager found herself being pushed up against the wall, her back landing with a thud, but she didn't care. The pain mounted the pleasure. Her fingers looped through Chris' hair, messing it up, but, to her surprise, he didn't seem to care. Chris was far too bust massaging and squeezing his hands around her perfect ass.

The host pushed her up a little bit and Courtney got the idea. She held on tight to the back of his head, their lips still not breaking as Courtney jumped slightly, Chris still pushing her upwards as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

It was an awkward position, but a good awkward position for the two. They were still locked at the lips, both internally panting, but learning to keep on breathing through their noses as their tongues fiercely battled, pushing back and fore between mouths.

Chris pulled his right hand out from underneath Courtney, moving his left to help balance Courtney against the wall easier. He moved his now free hand upwards, to the seam of her white shirt. His hand slipped underneath, his cold skin sending shivers down her body and a gasp escaped her lips.

Their lips still haunted on each other's, but they weren't full connected anymore. Chris had stopped moved his hand, but he could feel the material of her bra under his fingers now.

Their eyes just stared into each other's, the reality of what they were doing finally having caught up with the lost lovers.

Chris's hand moved back down and Courtney unwrapped her legs. She was placed back on the floor and Chris moved back slightly.

The two were both rather embarrassed about the whole situation, but it was not a regret. At some point they had both wanted it badly, and they both, very secretly, still did. But things were moving fast, this was not even a totally good idea.

Courtney, not feeling the need to vent her feelings to the camera now, was feeling a lot better. Chris, not really ever having the need to use the facilities, was still feeling better about his day now. But neither showed the other their inside smiles about it.

The brunette, being the more mature of the two, cleared her throat and Chris stepped aside for her. She took two steps forward, and then came straight to the door. She reached for the handle and pushed it open, trying to not make it squeak like it did usually did.

The door opened up and the corridor proved itself to be empty still. Courtney was about to start heading back to first class, but Chris caught onto her wrist. She turned back to face him, her brown hair swaying out in slow motion, her face without a trace of emotion.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked, completely out of tune.

Courtney didn't answer, she smirked at him, shaking her head as she tugged her arm back and started off on her venture to where she belonged. But they both knew that, that was a definite yes.

A/N: WHOOP! WHOOP!

I think this went quite well...My first time writing ChrisxCourtney! And I do think it went well...hehe! I'm being big head again! GAH!

LOL!

I can actually see ways of making this a two or three shot, maybe even four! Shot sortta thing...Whaddya think? I mean...No constant updates...But there would be some...PLEASE DO TELL ME WHAT YA'LL WANNA SEE!

ALSO!

My apologies for no story updates today and yesterday, My birthday was my break day and today I've been with Aaron for the most part :D

This is dedicated to I'll Cover Angel and Collins who really got me to love this pairing...SERIOUSLY! All I have been thinking about since starting to read I'm Going to Marry an Under Age Contestant (Which was around after the third chapter was publish...Lazy reviewer, I know...) is CxC! GAH! It's addicting...But I love it!

And this is also in Loving Memory of Aaron...Who, for those of you know what he's like, is just being his usually weird self! hehe! HE'S NOT DEAD! I SWEAR!

LOL!

AH! College tomorrow...This'll be fun! Not...MY FIRST DAY! Soo worrying and soo scared and nervous and...GAH!

Sorry...Gah is my new word...LOL!

hehe! I PROMISE YA'LL UPDATES SOON, GUYS! I really do! Maybe not tomorrow...Maybe it will be tomorrow...NO PROMISE ON THAT DAY!

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But I do have to go now! It's 10:34 and I'm currently skyping Aaron via video chat...Video chatting Aaron via Skype...Or whatever it is! I'm writing, he's reading, I need to dry my hair and he's already in bed -_-

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Thanks for reading, please review :)

Love, ChloeRhiannonX