Total Drama Drabbles Chapter 4 – Are YOU Tyler?

It was the total drama reunion, all original 22 campers, were rejoicing to the end of Total Drama Action. There were tears, there were cheers, and there was love. Then, there was Owen.

'Owen, man, you need to slow down.' Duncan said to the large boy, who was stuffing his face with another plate of baked beans.

'You guys are just jealous that I can eat this much. Hey Chris, nice party!' Owen yelled. He let out a loud 'wooooo' and scarfed down another plate.

'Ah. Ain't he dreamy?' Izzy smiled, looking over at Owen. She had a large grin on her face.

'He's disgusting!' Heather snapped, watching Owen burp the alphabet again. 'I don't know what you see in him.'

'He's lovable, he's loving, he makes love like a monster-'

'That's a bit too far there, Iz.' Gwen said. She had her eyes saddened on another person. Someone was watching her from across the table, but no one noticed.

'You guys are just jealous that I can get this much.' She grinned in reply.

The party was waning down, and people were beginning to leave.

'You sure you don't want a ride back, Owen?' Trent asked.

'I'm good. It's open all night, and it's all paid for. I'm never gonna leave!' the big guy laughed. Chris stood behind him, eyeing his check and falling unconscious.

'Well, if you need a ride just call.' He replied.

Owen was lying on the ground, still shovelling food into his mouth. It had been a few hours since he was offered a ride, and he was starting to need it. He went to look or his phone in his pockets, but was surprised to find it missing. He sighed and looked around at the remaining people: Cody, Lindsay, Bridgette and Geoff.

'Hey, can anyone give me a ride home? I lost my phone.' Owen raised his arm to say. He burped a little, and chuckled.

'Sorry, man, I rode a bike here. I'd gladly take you home, but that'd be a bit more than difficult.' Cody shrugged. He went to help the guy up, but was dragged onto the floor trying.

'Geoff and I walked here. We could walk you home or...' Bridgette said, watching Owen shake his arm. She laughed, and looked at Lindsay. 'What about you, Linds?'

'Huh? Oh, yeah, sure.' Lindsay replied, not listening while re-applying her makeup.

'Great. Well, we need to go now, gotta be home by 2. Let's walk, honey." Bridgette smiled. Geoff mimed 'help' to Cody and Owen, but was unnoticed.

'Okay then, see you two.' Cody said, waving. Lindsay had finished applying her makeup, and looked around for other people, shocked to find only Owen left.

'Where did everybody go?' Lindsay asked.

'They just left. You just said you'd take me home.' Owen replied, finally getting up. 'That's still cool, right?'

'Yeah, why not? I have room.' She replied.

'Darn it.' Lindsay sighed, driving into the driveway. She hadn't had time to ask Owen where he lived before he passed out in a food-induced unconsciousness. 'He'll have to send the night...'

Lindsay lived very far from the party place, and had to rent a motel room for a few nights. She had to, literally, drag Owen up a flight of stairs to get him into her room. She went into her bra for her phone, and began to dial Izzy.

'I wonder why she left so quickly.' Lindsay asked herself, as Izzy picked up the other end.

'Y'ello?' she answered. She was heard shushing someone quickly, and then slapping them.

'Hi, Itsy, this is Lindsay. Can you come and pick up Owen? I had to drive him to my apartment because he's asleep.' Lindsay said in a worried tone. This was picked up by Izzy.

'What do you mean? He's right h-oh crap!' Izzy yelled. 'Lindsay, I'll be there soon, before 2. STOP THE PLANE!'

'Plane?!' Lindsay yelled before the line was disconnected. She then realised why Izzy had left so early. 'What am I gonna do?'

'He just won't stop...' Lindsay groaned to herself, covering her ears with her pillow. She couldn't get to sleep over Owen's very loud snoring. Owen was sleeping on a spare mattress beside her bed. Lindsay didn't want any funny business, and made a note of telling him that, despite him being asleep. She was just about to put a second pair of earplugs in when she witnessed Owen stand up and begin stumbling around.

'Thank goodness! Omar, I was soo freaked. Mitsy should be here for you soon and-' she paused, noticing Owen moved unnaturally. She was wondering what was happening, when Owen's face came down to hers.

'Izzy?' he asked innocently. Lindsay was afraid, until she realised that he was probably sleep walking. She brushed it off as nothing.

'Yes, I'm Lizzy. Lizzy commands you to go to back to sleep.' Lindsay said angrily, hoping that Izzy had some authority.

'But Izzy, it's 2 in the morning.' Owen groaned. Lindsay looked at the clock, and it indeed said 2 am. She then remembered that Izzy had said something about 2, and became more worried. 'You know what that means.'

Izzy had no idea what that meant, and she got scared when Owen brought her in for a kiss. She melted onto her bed when their lips made contact, loving his taste.

'Baked beans? My favourite.' She smiled in a daze moments before realising what was going on. 'Wait, Orwell, stop!'

Owen didn't stop. Instead, he began kneading her breast through her thin blue nightie. She moaned, and Owen planted another kiss. Lindsay began pushing Owen away, but was too weak to do so. Owen quickly pulled at Lindsay's shirt, making her wince into the kiss. He was moving his tongue around her mouth, and was not letting up as he played with her nipples. He traced his hand up her nightie and played with her breasts, revealing the lower half of her body. His other hand trailed up and down her pussy, and she began to moan into his lips. He released the kiss.

'Omen, please stop. Libby could be here any second now. We can't-woah!' she exclaimed, arching her back. Owen had moved her panties to the side and slipped a finger into her vagina. Lindsay remembered how horny she was after seeing Owen naked for the first time, and began to undo his belt and lower his pants with expert precision. She let release a grin in the kiss as she saw him in all his glory.

'You've gotten bigger, Izz.' Owen said as he released the kiss and his hand, and had almost sat on her. He placed his penis between her still covered breasts, and started moving slowly. 'C'mon, you know what to do.'

Lindsay did know what to do, but she would never admit it. She had too much respect for her partners, especially Tyreese (Tyler). She pushed her breasts together as Owen began moving back and forth. All Lindsay could see was Owen's 'head' appearing and disappearing into her breasts, and with amazing speed. 'He and Izza must have a lot of practice.' She thought.

Lindsay began licking his head whenever she saw it, and Owen started pushing deeper. Pre-cum was beginning to leak between her breasts, and made them wet enough to make Owen go even faster. He was groaning deeply as Lindsay began moving her hands back and forth over his shaft whenever it left her chest, her arms holding her breasts together. She was grinning wildly, and was getting into it a bit too much. Owen, the feeling of being jacked off while titfucking Lindsay and having his head licked becoming too much, erupted onto her chest, staining her nightie and leaving strands of himself all over her hair and face.

Lindsay was smiling, and swore she could see a face outside her window. She paid no attention to it as she began rubbing her pussy quickly through her nightie, hoping Owen would get the message. He did, easily, and knelt in front of the bed and placed his head between her legs. He gave one long lick up her slit, over her still moving hands, and she moaned deeply, shuffling further into his face. He gave another lick before sticking his tongue into her and twisting it. He moved his hand to her clit and began twisting it slowly. Lindsay was gripping the bedsheets tightly as she moaned louder. Owen, using his great knowledge of eating food, began moving his tongue in and out of her, faster and faster. She grabbed his head with one hand and pushed him deeper into her, and she began getting louder and louder.

He began twisting and turning his tongue rapidly, making her almost tear his hair out. Tyler had never been this good, and Lindsay was loving it. Lindsay wrapped her legs around Owen's head and began grinding against it; his nose was now rubbing up and down her slit and that, along with the violent playing with her clit and deep Australian kisses, made her scream aloud, covering his face in her juices. He slowed down, but didn't stop completely, making Lindsay shiver and shake before calming down and breathing heavily.

'That was amazing; even better than Heather...' she sighed in a daze. Owen, finally stopping, had fallen asleep at the end of her bed wearing nothing but a shirt. There was a sharp knock on the wall. 'Sorry Mr. Findlay...'

Lindsay soon fell asleep, wearing a stained and near soaking wet nightie and a new type of face mask. She'd never imagined that the person she saw outside of her window was a certain orange-haired crazy girl.

'One down: This is gonna be fun.' She smiled, crossing the name 'Lindsay' off of a list. The next name was covered by her thumbs, but you could make out the middle letters of 't' and 'I'.

Author's Notes: How's it goin'? Hope you enjoyed the chapter. This chapter brought up and interesting thing to me, and I'll get it out of the way: yes, these stories are set in the same universe. This will hold water unless stated otherwise. Oh, and expect a lot of titfucking in the future, it's one of my favourite things to write. Anyways, next up is Noah and Sierra. What?