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"Still no dad, huh?" Duncan asked as we pulled up to my house, he parked the motorcycle outside the gate, knowing that no one in this neighborhood would want to steal it.
"Guess so", I shrug and unlock the gate to let Duncan in for the second time that weekend.
"That sucks", he murmured and walked ahead of me to the door, waiting for me to unlock that as well. "My folks are also gone most of the time, the station ain't exactly gonna shut down because it's dinner time."
"That must be lonely", I hear myself say as I let us both inside the house. All he does is shrug in response and then proceeds to kick of his shoes. I follow his lead but put them nicely next to the door instead of flinging them to wherever.
"Don't really think about it much. I prefer them gone anyway", Duncan says and hops up on the counter. The same counter he, not even 24 hours ago, pinned me against. The memories came flashing back in my head and I felt my heart pound hard.
"Why?" I ask intrigued and took a step closer to him, leaning against the kitchen island in front of him.
"Easier", he shrugged and looked away from me. I could sense he didn't want to talk about it, but I kept pushing.
"Easier how?"
"Quieter I guess." Duncan was trying to avoid my questions, avoid talking to me, just like last night. And I'd be damned if this turned out like yesterday.
"Duncan, talk to me", I pleaded and closed the gap between us, his knees pressed up against my chest and held me at a distance. There was more to Duncan than he liked to show, I could feel it and it gave me a little hope. Hope that maybe he wasn't such a caricature of the standard bad guy. "We can make it a game", I tried, with enthusiasm in my voice.
"What kind of game?" Duncan looked at me curiously and, of course, with a smirk.
"Whatever you want", I heard myself whisper. Instead of answering me he leaned down to my level and brushed his lips over mine, only slightly touching them. "I take that as a yes."
"I thought you said this would be fun", Duncan whined once we reached my bedroom. He had immediately taken a seat on my bed while I placed myself on the chair at my desk.
"I never said that. I said we could make it a game", I said truthfully and picked up my biology book.
"Games are usually fun", he sighed and fell down on the mattress, letting his legs hang over the edge.
"Okay, here's how it's going to work. You ask me a question from this", I held up the biology book, not that he could see it laying down on the bed, "if I get it right you have to tell me something about yourself."
"And what if you get a question wrong?" Duncan asked and propped himself up on an elbow.
"I won't though", I said cockily and threw the book to him.
"But what if you do?" he pushed and started flip through the pages.
"Fine", I sighed, "you come up with something." To this he laid the book down and smirked at me with a twinkle in his eyes. And at the exact moment his gaze glistened with excitement, at that exact moment I regretted our deal.
After 23 questions from the book, 19 of them correct while a horrific four of them wrong, I had learned a lot about the green haired bad boy still laying in my bed. Both his parents worked a lot, leaving him home alone most of the time. He never really flunked anything simply to keep them happy, he studied and worked hard enough so he just barely passed the courses, but not a single point more than needed. He almost went to bed with this blonde bimbo in the year below us that had been held back twice, but couldn't stop laughing at her stupidness and her sweatband wearing boyfriend burst in the room from the sound of the laughter. He was allergic to oranges but the most important fact of all; his father had thrown him out last week. Duncan said there was no reason, that his father was simply tired of all of his son's shenanigans and trouble making.
I had met his father once before, not even knowing it was him until afterwards. It was a lecture for the entire school in our auditorium. The man was a tall, muscular guy with gray hair and a very stern voice that never failed. He talked for two hours about drunken driving and all its consequences. Knowing his feelings and reactions about one illegal activity I could imagine him being done with Duncan's shit at this point.
Duncan's fun little addition to our game was of course sexual. For every wrong answer I was to remove an item of clothing. I refused at first, but once he reminded me of our verbal contract I complied. The chapter I studied only contained 23 questions, which meant we were now done and I was half naked. I had been stubborn, taking of one sock at a time, then my shirt and eventually my pants. He had whined and rolled his eyes at me when I told him socks were two different items and therefore two different questions.
"Where have you been sleeping?" I asked and sat at the edge of the bed, laying a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
"Eh, everywhere I could", he shrugged, not wanting me to know he was hurt and more affected than he showed by this entire ordeal.
"Geoff's?"
"Two nights, then at Nick's one night. My aunt took me in one day also, but dad called her before the night was even over so she threw me out. But mostly in the woods, you know." Duncan looked at me and started stroking my arm. My naked, very naked and very cold, arm.
I nodded at him and traced his fingers with my gaze, remembering the hidden campgrounds he had showed me yesterday.
"Look, don't worry about it. Okay? He overreacts all the time, this is not the first time", Duncan reassured me and traced his fingers all the way up to my shoulder. He lightly dragged the back of his hand up and down the crook of my neck, creating goosebumps wherever he touched.
"But he can't do that. Can he?" I chewed my lips and leaned my head against his hand, letting myself rest in it.
"Come on, Princess. Cheer up", Duncan tried and stroke my cheeks with his thumb. I glared at him and quickly stood up from the bed, letting his arm fall hard against the mattress.
"I need to get those last four questions correct. It's bugging the crap out of me", I sighed and wrapped myself in the robe I wore just this morning. It felt like we had traveled back in time; me at the desk without clothes, Duncan in my bed sighing at my academic goals.
"You're such a bore", he dragged out the last word to annoy me. I knew him well enough to know that. But no matter how much I tried to resist the urge to irk him back, I couldn't.
"Shut up, I am not!" I cried and slammed the biology book down on the desk.
"A perfectly hot guy is laying in your bed", he motioned to himself with the arm I had let fall off me, "ready for some loving, and you're gonna choose to read. That is what I call a bore."
"Loving? Seriously?" I quirked an eyebrow but kept my eyes on the pages, though not taking in any of the words written on it.
"What?" Duncan asked, dragging out the word as long as possible with an irritating tone.
"You've always been vulgar in your speech, suddenly you're not", I shrugged.
"Fine, fucking. I'm ready for some fucking", he chuckled and my head flew in his direction fast at the word. I glared at him with every power of my being but he just smirked in response.
"Shut up", I gasped, as if my parents would burst into my room any minute and give us a scolding on vulgar and vivid language.
"Why?" he challenged.
"You can't say that here", I whispered loudly and angrily. It was a reflex I guess, from all the years of having to behave extraordinarily good at rich-people-gatherings.
"What can't I say?" He kept on smirking as he sat up on the bed in indian style with one leg bent up so he could rest his arm on his knee.
"That word." My voice rose higher and I was now practically screaming at him. My arms flailed around in the air in crazy gestures and I swore if someone looked in my window they would call a hospital.
"Fucking?" Duncan asked and raised one eyebrow, clearly trying to push my buttons.
"Yes! Now shut up", I yelled and returned my gaze to the book, flipping through the pages and trying to find the questions Duncan had asked me.
"Make me." I could practically hear the smirking in his voice and see it plastered on his face.
"Uh, pig." I rolled my eyes and flipped another page in the book, finally landing on the right questions. The bed creaked as Duncan stood up from it and walked over to stand behind me, laying his hands on each of my shoulders.
"Come on, you know this one", he said in a voice that was mixed with hope and seduction. My eyes stared at the words as I scanned my mind for answers. Inflated pod plants from the F1 generation were crossed with their constricted pod parents to produce a total of 280 offspring. What are the expected numbers of offspring with each phenotype?
"I know you know", Duncan lowered his voice and his face followed, his breath grazing the back of my neck as he spoke.
"Uhm… 70 inflated and 210 constricted", I blurted out and felt the hair on my neck stand up from his warm breath.
"Good girl." Duncan kissed my neck lightly before dragging his tongue all the way to my ear and kissing behind my earlobe as well. It felt insanely good and I had to suppress a moan from escaping. "Next question", he whispered sultry and moved some hair out of my face; the touch felt electrifying. What is the single cell formed after fertilisation called?
"It's a zygote", I exclaimed as the memory of that class surfaced in my brain.
"It sure is", Duncan mumbled and kissed the nook of my neck, all while dragging his fingers lightly over my arms, scooting away the fabric that covered them. The next right answer was congratulated by his fingers stroking the fabric of the robe all the way up to my shoulders, he gently dragged the robe away and let it fall off my upper body, peppering my neck and shoulders with kisses. The final question was an easy one, I couldn't believe I hadn't gotten it the first time. Maybe I subconsciously wanted to get it wrong? Without those four questions we wouldn't be in this situation.
"See, I knew you knew this shit", he whispered and traced his fingertips down my now naked collarbones. The robe was still tied around my waist and it's night blue fabric laid scattered in my knee.
"This isn't shit", I managed to get out in a normal tone. He was screwing with me, I could feel it.
"Mhm", he answered and made his way to my waist, holding me still with his big hands. Duncan wasn't eager, he took his time and made me shiver every chance he got. Anyone watching would've easily known he was enjoying this as much as I was, if not more. His fingers creating goosebumps wherever they traced, his kisses brewing moans and gasps in my throat, and worst of all; his sweet, low voice that created a warmth between my legs that just wouldn't go away unless I did something about it. I was unaware of how much time that passed between me putting the robe on and the compromising situation we were in now, it felt like an eternity and a second at the same time. I wanted more and I wanted it to stop. My mind was a mess and there was only one way to clear it; we both knew how this was going to end.
A/N: Okay so I literally googled "biology exam for year 12" to make this chapter a bit more realistic, you better appreciate it, lol. Also, yes, in this (my) AU Duncan almost had sex with Lindsay during one of her "who is Tyler?" periods... and he is allergic to oranges, idk why though