A/N: the amount of people who asked me to update and not abandon this fic is incredible! My plan was never nor will it ever be to stop updating TDOT so don't worry my friends. ALSO more smut in this chapter (if the title wasn't obvious enough) ;)
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
The following days went by without anything out-of-the-ordinary happening; except for the small - hopefully unnoticeable by others - gestures and innuendos Duncan threw my way. The nicknames had escalated from 'princess' and the occasional 'babe' to more sexual and intimate names, a part of me liked the new variety, but the majority of me wanted to throw my hand over his mouth every time he uttered them in fear anyone listening would figure us out. Whatever 'us' even was.
In the entirety of the week we had had all of two moments for ourselves; one right before PE started on Wednesday when he dragged me away in an empty hallway designated only to teachers, his tongue piercing had made it hard for me to keep quiet as he kissed me rough and dragged the cool metal along my neck, and Geoff told Duncan when we sneaked back he had heard moans coming from one of the back hallways. I burned two holes in the back of Duncan's head as the delinquent only shrugged and said he hadn't heard anything.
Our second encounter that week happened right before lunch on Friday. I read English with the one's in the year above us, making it the only class in which none of my friends attended, also making it the only class in which I could wholeheartedly ignore everything and indulge in the work in front of me. Duncan had waited for me by my locker and told me he would stay at the campsite that night, inviting me for some 'afternoon delight' as he so delicately decided to call it, before walking with me to my favorite tree where the rest of our friend-group already sat.
It was now four minutes to three, only nine more until the bell rang. Bridgette sat in the seat next to me and drew doodles along the marked edge of her lined paper. She was a free soul that often wrote with cute curves at the end of her letters and her notebook was equal parts text as it was sketches. I envied her in a way; being able to get out your thought and feelings in such a beautiful manner.
"Hey", Bridgette nudged me with her elbow and broke my concentration away from the black lead pencil tip swooping across the white paper. "What are you doing this weekend? I managed to talk Geoff into a pizza night tomorrow. Only the five of us, food and some beer." I looked up at the blonde and she met my gaze with a small, enthusiastic smile.
"I-I don't know", I shrugged and looked down at my own work. The lines were all filled with words, no sweet sketches nor curved letters, it was an almost precise copy of what had been written on the whiteboard at the front of the classroom
"It's not a party", she sighed yet laughed at my unwillingness, "come on. Otherwise I'll be alone with the guys."
"I thought you liked being the only girl", I snarled back with an uncharacteristic side smile, looking up at my friend once more. Bridgette looked taken aback for a second before she opened her mouth to retort back, only to be cut off before even speaking by Mrs. Jacqueline.
"That doesn't sound like french to me, girls", the middle aged woman said with a monotone voice, looking at the two of us over the clear brim of her glasses. Mrs. Jacqueline was well over forty, she looked ragged and worn out and you could easily spot the grey outgrowth she tried to cover with a bright red hair color. She was a woman that was way beyond tired of her job, most of the time she would play a movie that somewhat corresponded with whatever subject we were working on. Today was one of the few classes where she actually stood up from behind her desk and tried teaching us something for herself.
"Désolé, madame", both Bridgette and I answered quickly, apologising in unison. When the - barely - redheaded woman returned her gaze to the french book she had sprawled out on her desk, Bridgette leaned in close to me.
"It'll be fun", she insisted in a whisper and bumped my arm with hers again, "someone needs to be the voice of reason."
"Fine", I finally agreed and smiled. I knew Bridgette was right, mixing Duncan and Geoff with alcohol was never a good idea. DJ almost always went along with whatever plans the other two concocted and Bridgette is not exactly known for her persuasion skills.
"You need a ride tomorrow?" Bridgette asked as she stood near the desk waiting for me to gather my books. Almost the second the bell rang students poured out of the classroom into the hallway, leaving me and Bridgette alone - except for Mrs. Jacqueline.
"I don't know", I shrugged and put the last book down my bag, I swung it over my shoulder as I continued talking, "It's not that far a walk."
"It's almost 10 kilometres, Court", she eyed me with almost motherly concern before turning around and walking away from the desk with me shortly in tow.
"See you next week, Mrs. Jacqueline", I politely said goodbye to our teacher before catching up to Bridgette whom stood waiting for me in the doorway. "I know, I'll text you", I said to my friend and bumped my shoulder into hers playfully as we walked out the door.
As almost every Friday, Geoff stood waiting for Bridgette near our lockers - they were right next to each other - ready to drive her home. She skipped happily over to him and kissed his cheek before turning to her locker, starting to put back all her school supplies. I mimicked my blonde friend and opened my own locker, putting away the french books.
"You up, Court?" Geoff asked and tipped his cowboy hat in my direction as a greeting.
"Up?" I asked confused and raised an eyebrow.
"For tomorrow?" he asked, stretching out the words as if he himself was unsure of what he was talking about.
"Yeah", I answered simply before reaching into my locker again, this time taking out necessary study material for the weekend, "around what time?"
"I don't know. Four?" Geoff spoke in confusion again, looking to his girlfriend for confirmation.
"We'll see you at four", Bridgette nodded to her other half.
"Cool." Geoff lit up and straightened his posture; whenever he was confused or thinking his back slouched.
"Goodbye, Courtney", Bridgette waved as the two walked towards Geoff's car, leaving me standing alone next to the lockers. I reciprocated her wave with one of my own, the idea of calling out a goodbye instead crossed my mind but I decided against this fast as the two were still within my ken, as was I within theirs.
My bag was now filled with different books from various subjects, though I knew I was going to focus on biology since the test was in only a couple of days. I could hear Duncan's words in my mind as I eyed the pink and yellow study book. Studying isn't all books and text. I shook the memory away along with the strange feeling that had suddenly struck my gut.
The walk home was nothing out of the ordinary; I passed the same houses, had the same cars drive by me, heard the same birds and met the same dog that always jumped up the fence to beg for petting whenever someone walked by the yard.
I stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the gate to my house. Our fence was a little taller than myself, my dad could rest his chin on it, but if I stood up on my toes and reached for the edge I could peek over it. I don't know why the motion was executed, just as I don't know why I started walking back the same way I came when I saw the still empty driveway.
I passed the same houses, except in reverse order this time, and I still heard the birds that occupied the trees.
"I'm just going to check on him", I told myself once I reached the unfenced yard Duncan had cut across seven days prior. "Yeah, I'm going to check on him", I repeated to myself quietly and took the first step onto the grass.
It was rather difficult to navigate the woods without Duncan, I tried hard to remember the path he had taken but found myself frustrated since all the trees looked the same. No out-of-place bush, no weird bending tree trunk, no actual trail on the ground. I eventually felt the tingling sensation of smoke in my nose and followed the outdoorsy smell.
The campsite was not any fresher than last time and I could clearly see he Duncan favored one of the tents over the other. The zip to one of the camouflage green berths was opened and, what I assumed was, Duncan's duffel bag stuck out between the two flaps.
Duncan himself sat on the bench, carving some chunk of wood into god knows what. He hadn't seen me yet from where I was standing, maybe thirty or so metres from his right side. He sat slouched over with his elbows resting on his knees and legs spread wide, with his gaze solely focused on the edge of the blade.
I walked up to him, stopping just short of the bench, and hoped at least some of my figure would make it into his peripheral vision. The carving stopped and his head turned my way.
"Princess!" Duncan lit up and looked at me with a smile, his voice sounded both surprised and mocking. "What brings you to my humble abodes?" He got up from the bench and contemporaneously dropped both his pocketknife and the piece of wood he had previously held.
"Well I couldn't leave you out here all alone with good conscience", I answered and rolled my eyes.
"I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me", Duncan chuckled and took a step closer to me, our bodies almost touching.
"In your dreams", I huffed but dropped my bag beside the two of us on the ground.
"You know it, babe", he winked and boldly closed the space between us, his hands cupping the sides of my face. His lips were almost touching mine, our breaths mixing as he slowly looked between my lips and my eyes. I watched intently as he licked his lower lip before finally leaning into a kiss. It was soft and smooth, not like our previous kisses that were full of frustration, stress and a strange passion mixed together. This kiss felt warm and loving, like the fluffy, white blanket I wrap myself in when I feel sick, like some sort of comfort.
"Duncan", I began mumbling against his lips as he bit down gently on my lower lip. I wanted to explain myself, tell him why I was there; there was no need in creating unreal ideas in his head.
"No need to explain", Duncan mumbled back, his hands wandered from the sides of my face to the arch of my lower back, holding my sides gently.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss, deepening it. He separated my lips by opening his own, mine simply following his lead, before lightly licking over my lower lip. I hugged his neck tight and pushed my own tongue against his, they swirled around each other softly, not like the usual battle for dominance.
Duncan stroke my back with one hand, letting it wander from its previous resting place up to my hair. He tangled his fingers in my straightened cut and ruffled the strands around, making the half-hour long styling I did this morning come undone; though I didn't mind.
I moaned in content and pleasure as Duncan's mouth made it's way down my neck. The markings he had left on Monday had faded away, which meant I could wear tank tops and blouses again, leaving the sensitive area open for his lips to explore once more.
Duncan left a trail of small kisses down my throat before reaching the crook of my neck where he kissed my skin hard, making me gasp in satisfaction. The cold metal of his tongue piercing made me shiver with every touch and the passionate kisses he planted made my knees weak. My arms squeezed around his neck and my hands made their way to his gelled up mohawk, tangling themselves in his hair just like his had.
Duncan kissed my skin hard one last time, leaving a small purple mark, before pulling his lips away to look at me. I breathed heavily and leaned my forehead against his.
"Thank you", Duncan whispered softly, his one hand still caressing my hair while the other held me close.
"For what?" I asked confused and furrowed my brows. He rarely ever showed gratefulness, and when he did it was to Geoff in an unsentimental way for hooking him up with alcohol or other substances.
Duncan didn't answer my question, instead he pressed our lips together again in a hot, consuming kiss. I decided to start walking forward while our tongues found each other in another dance of theirs, causing Duncan to follow clumsily as he took his steps backwards, making our way over to the tent I assumed he had been favoring.
His tongue massaged mine and the odd yet enjoyable feeling of his piercing traveling around my mouth made me moan against his lips. We stumbled into the tent uncoordinatedly, making Duncan fall on his back all while ferociously stroking and gripping at the others body and clothes. My tongue brushed against his lower lip before traveling up his jawline to his ear. Duncan moaned as my mouth made its way over his skin.
"I want to make you feel good", I whispered seductively and sucked lightly on his earlobe, my tongue playing with the jewelry that hung from it.
"God", Duncan gasped and flung an arm over his eyes, his lips curled up in a smile. I smirked proudly to myself and kissed down his jawline, making a quick stop at his lips for a few heated kisses, before traveling down his neck and eventually settling at his collarbones. My lips wandered from his left to his right, up the shoulders, down to the beginning of his pecks and up to the crook of his neck. I nuzzled at the warm spot before sucking on the skin, creating a deep purple mark.
My hands stroked down Duncan's torso, their only goal was to get his t-shirt off. I continued kissing his neck and creating marks all over, even going so far as to bite down lightly on his skin. My hands found the edge of his t-shirt and started pushing it upward. Duncan helped me get the fabric off of him before he attacked my mouth with his own.
"You too", he murmured against my lips as he started unbuttoning my blouse. I let him undress my upper body, leaving my torso as exposed as his. His hands stroked down my back and pressed me closer to him; his skin was warm and I could feel the quickening beats of his heart against my chest.
We indulged in one last, heated kiss before I parted our lips to explore his body with my mouth. Duncan threw an arm over his eyes again and let out soft moans as I kissed and licked my way down his stomach to his defined v line. I dragged my fingers lightly across the indentations and he shivered under my touch, I could see the forming of goosebumps along both his arms and smirked to myself; never had I felt more powerful and more wanted. With swift fingers I unbuttoned the loose jeans covering his legs, kissing around the waistline as I dragged them down.
I massaged his erection without taking off his boxers but instead gaining help and friction from the gray fabric, the tip of his penis stuck out of the edge and greeted the cool air around us. Duncan bit his lip and started moving his hips with my rhythm, I knew he was getting inpatient from all the teasing but he had enough brains to not state his irritation.
I squeezed my hand harder around his shaft and moved it up and down slowly, his tip getting covered and uncovered by the fabric with each stroke. He half moaned half whispered out something incoherent and I laid myself beside him after the words came out his mouth, still satisfying him with one hand. Duncan uncovered his face and looked at me with foggy eyes before kissing my lips hard, slipping his tongue in not-so-sneakily; it felt cold against mine. The moans and grunts he expressed against my lips made my cheeks warm and if he wasn't so flustered himself he would've made fun of my complexion.
"Oh, babe", Duncan breathed into my mouth, something about the lust overfilling his voice and the softness in his speech made me eager for more; more control, more giving, more of Duncan. I opened my eyes and parted our mouths from their dancing and licking, instead moving my lips down the length of his neck, making a short and delicate stop at the soft crook of his neck, kissing the spot that I had noticed earned the loudest moans from him when taken cared of. I could feel Duncan's head relaxing backward onto the ground as I gently kissed his skin.
I loosened my grip on his shaft, stopping the up-and-down motion for the moment, and my lips moved swiftly down the length of his neck, down his chest, back to the defined v line, all while barely touching his skin. Duncan squirmed as my lips wandered over his pale complexion. I let my tongue glide over the indentations near his underwear before dragging my nails softly along the length of his chest. I looked up at the not-so-tough-now guy and smirked slightly to myself before slowly dragging the gray fabric off of him. He sucked a quick breath in between his teeth as the cool air replaced the warm fabric that had been caging in his erection.
I gave Duncan's face one last look from under my lashes before slowly licking the entirety of his shaft. I retook the slight grip I formerly had on his member as I continued licking the length of it up and down. My tongue danced over the veins and circled around the edge to his tip, all while my hand assumed its previous up-and-down rhythm.
"Fuck", Duncan hissed low as I planted my lips around his tip, sucking slightly while still exploring his member with my tongue. I started bobbing my head to the same rhythm as my hand moved. Duncan's noises grew from low hisses and groans to full out moans as I picked up the speed of the treatment I was performing. I tried to fit as much of him as I could into my mouth while at the same time not risking any unfortunate reactions on my part. A hand started searching around in my hair, gripping lightly at random parts, I met his hand with my own and immediately our fingers locked around each others. With my other hand I picked up the pace, earning more moans from Duncan, and trying hard to make my mouth keep up the same speed; not wanting to accidentally hit myself in the face.
Duncan gripped my hand tighter, and moaned more and louder, as his back curled up. Knowing he was close to release I sped up the motion of my mouth and hand, not caring about the drool that escaped the corners of my mouth.
"Oh, Courtney", Duncan breathed and squeezed my hand harder, almost hurting my fingers as they were pressed closely together. The salty taste of sweet release was shot down the back of my throat and I centered my attention to the tip of his member, sucking and licking on it until he writhed in pleasure underneath me.
"Okay-okay", Duncan chuckled exhausted and released the hard grip of my hand, instead lifting my head up from his member, forcing me to let go of his length with a sudden pop. Our eyes met and I wiped any excess off of my mouth.
"Babe", he started with a fascinated tone and waved me up to his side, "did you just swallow?"
"Well… yeah", I shrugged and crawled up to eye-level, "are you not supposed to?" I asked and furrowed my brows in confusion. Duncan chuckled once again and snaked an arm under my neck, making my head rest comfortably near his chest.
"You can do whatever you want, darling."