Title: Poker
Length: Two-shot
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, smut next chapter
Fandom: Total Drama Series
Pairing: Duncan/Courtney
Summary: Two words: Strip poker.
Onwards...
It was one of those wispy, sunny days that Courtney seriously hated. She pretty much hated anything that was too damn wispy and/or sunny, happy, etc. Who could blame her? She was busy, busy, busy, her hands full as she struggled to keep her things in her arms as she tripped up the sidewalk of her street. She had to get to the library to finish this extra credit project (not that she needed the extra credit, but it would look good for college, no?), and she had a student council meeting tomorrow which she had to prepare a slide show for, there was also something about a bake sale in two days? She tried to remember correctly, but it might have been happening tomorrow! So she had to make a cake, obviously, oh, lord, what was she to do? She had reasons for hating these wispy, sunny, happy days- because they mocked her. It was as though someone was getting a cheap laugh out of this. At that thought, her mind reeled. She could feel him following her the whole way there, she just knew he had been there!
Duncan.
Obviously it must have been he himself that was causing Courtney's overly shitty and jumbled day- just his presence was enough to piss her off. Why hadn't she taken notice to his close footsteps behind her earlier? He had probably been behind her the whole way from school, that dumbass smirk that way attached to his face at the moment had probably been there for the seven minute long walk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as she turned to face him. The only thing that didn't match up was the fact that he had stayed so damn quiet the whole time, or at least quiet enough that Courtney hadn't taken notice to him. That made no sense in the slightest- Duncan loved being in the spotlight and having her attention and anger directed towards him. "You are a creep." She spat, watching him with dark eyes. He just shrugged and kicked up some dirt from the sidewalk, looking down at the ground and avoiding her gaze.
"I was just making sure you got home safe." The way his voice softened and how his face turned a bit red at the sentence passed by Courtney. She was too busy making sure that none of her stuff fell from her arms to pay attention. Scrambling to catch a falling notebook, the brunette let out a yelp, diving for it with one hand, and, catching it. But that success was of course the downfall of everything else. That notebook most definitely hadn't been worth dropping all of her other things to make a mess all over the sidewalk and have papers flying everywhere. The slight wind that day wasn't enough to carry anything off, thank goodness, but that didn't change the fact that all of her belongings from school were dirty and had dropped from her backpack.
"Shit!" She muttered, grabbing for her bag. Her breath hitched as she brushed fingers with him as he looked to her with a frown. She snatched it away from him, trying to ignore the sparks that ran up her spine at his touch. He helped her with her stuff for a minute, but once she had it all under control (or at least more under control than she had before), she shot him a sharp glare. "You don't have to make sure I get home safe. We aren't together anymore, got it?" It hurt Courtney to say those words, but she had to start gaining faith in them. She hadn't just broken up with him just to get back together the moment he showed her one simple act of kindness. He was too manipulative for her to trust anything sweet he did.
Licking his lips, she could see him tense at the mentioning of their bad split. She almost felt bad for bringing it up (almost). But Duncan just sighed at her, making her guilt fall away easily. He was just a pig, just a dumb pig, and he wasn't her, and she wasn't his. "I know, okay?" For the first time since the breakup, Duncan sounded genuinely upset. His eyes were soft but his jaw was set in a hard lock, the way it would whenever he was trying to stop from getting pissed. "But you remember what you said, right? You said we were always going to be friends." He held back a sneer at the word. Just friends. Just friends. Him and Courtney had never even been friends in the first place. It hurt each time and cut him deeper whenever he thought about it, but he wasn't going to let Courtney know that. Knowing her, that was exactly what she wanted him to feel- bad, stupid, and like it was his entire fault. She was too great at that for her own good.
"Yeah," She quipped innocently, trying to walk away from him. "Yeah, I remember that." Courtney felt oddly unsecure. She felt like this awkwardness would go away if Duncan would just make a damn joke that annoyed her like… like he did before. She felt bad for breaking up with him the day before school had started. It had made her first day a living hell, and Duncan, well… he hadn't even bothered to show up. In fact, he hadn't been at school the last four days, and Courtney felt terrible because she knew it was all her doing. He was really making her feel more and more guilty with each passing second as he looked at her with those big blue eyes and small pout that he didn't even know he was wearing. He just wanted to stay friends, she thought. Was that really so much for him to ask for?
But soon the pout left his face as he realized how Courtney was looking at him. She stared at him like he was pathetic and like she felt sorry for him, and he didn't need that. He didn't need her guilt and her feelings or anything from her. He was fine, he was fine. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. "Well, I mean… can't friends study together?"
Courtney shot Duncan a dry look. Him, studying? The sky must have been falling or he must have been high. Obviously she suspected the latter; she still hadn't ruled Duncan out as being a possible drug dealer. She tried to figure out what angle he was playing at, because if there was one thing Courtney had learned about Duncan after dating him for a year, it was that he always came with a catch. He was like one of those commercials on TV for anti-depressants. Yes, if you took it, you're depression would lessen and life would be not suck-ish anymore. And then at the end of the commercial, they inform you that it may lead to thoughts of suicide or death. That was what Duncan was like. A big, stupid, lying anti-depressant commercial. "Yeah, friends can study together, if the friend in question actually ever studied." She looked to him with a 'don't fuck with me right now' stare and he nodded his head.
"Yeah but… come on, Princess." Duncan was on the end of his tether, here. It was obvious that he was resorting to begging, and that sucked for him. The truth was that he hadn't been able to sleep for the past few days since Courtney broke it off with him. He kept trying to tell himself to shut up and take it like a man. On the third day of the breakup, when he had felt tears forming in his eyes, he had shouted in rage as he realized he really needed to get Courtney back, or at least spend some time with her. Breakup or not, Duncan did not cry. He refused to let this affect him so heavily. The only cure was to either forget her completely (ha, like that was going to happen, said smartass Duncan), date someone else (no, said Duncan's inner love-sick guy {who was a jackass sometimes}), or try to get her back (applause from reasonable Duncan). No one had objected to that one, so he had decided that was the key. Of course, he hadn't thought that it would be this hard or hurt as much as it did to hear her speak as though she didn't even remember what they used to be. "Can't we just… can't we just be friends again?"
She chewed her lip, staring at him with a frown. "Duncan, in case you couldn't remember, we were never really friends. We hated each other; tried to main each other, and then we started kissing." Saying it out loud like that caused her to blush madly as she tried to keep eye contact with him but failed. There was something about his stare now that just made her miss it all too much, that made her miss him much more than she wanted to admit, and, dear god, was that her heart that was thumping in her ears? No, she thought. No more sitting here flirting with him. To say she wanted Duncan out of her life completely was a total lie- he was funny and sweet and cared about her, and he made her life a little more interesting with each day. Okay, he made her day a lot more interesting, considering he was one of the only people Courtney ever really talked to, or played games with, or laughed with… wow. Duncan really was her close friend. How had she never noticed it before? He was more than just a good kisser- she realized that even if they weren't meant for each other, they needed to stay friends, or she may not be able to keep her sanity. Even if the sexual tension was thick and the awkwardness of each situation was oh-so loud, they would have to get over it. She really wanted for her and Duncan to be… to be… friends. Just friends. "I… we can go to my house, I guess. Hang out for a bit?" She bit her lip, looking to his eyes for the first time with honesty.
"Yeah, that sounds great." He breathed, wondering why she looked so surprised, feeling his heart flutter as he saw that she looked sort of happy. Happy that he was agreeing to be just friends? Happy because she was hoping that maybe they could go back to being more? Or happy because she was totally about to take it back and break his heart and laugh and then spit on him? Maybe she was happy because from this angle, she had just the right opportunity to kick him where the sun didn't shine… Whatever the reason, he found himself growing more than a little happy as well. He resisted the urge to throw an arm around her shoulder as they began walking again, this time with him helping her carry some of her stuff. Courtney felt like a weight had been taken off her shoulders, and she was sure it was a little bit more than just the books.
Duncan let out a loose chuckle as Courtney lifted her shirt higher. "Come on, Princess, doesn't matter how long it takes you to get off, rules of the game is that it's coming off somehow." Her facial expression was enough to make him cringe but not enough to suppress his hard on. Damn, it seemed it had been too long since he'd had Courtney do this for him.
Courtney whined, wondering how she got herself in such a sticky situation. She was started to feel more than a little bit turned on now that Duncan was in nothing but his boxers and a wife beater, and felt her throat tightened as she held back drool. They were supposed to be studying! How had things gotten this out of hand?
Well, it was kind of a long story…
Part One- END
A/N: Ha, so this is basically my big chance to write some hard core smut. Yeah, that's right, next chapter, expect it… So that's just a warning for all you prudes out there. ;O
Anyway, thanks for reading and if you can, please review :)
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