A/N: I know I said I was getting this chapter out before the end of the year, but hey, school hasn't started yet so I still count it. In this chapter we get to see a glimpse of the peanut butter stealing camper we all love and some smut towards the end.
I do not own Total Drama, all rights reserved to the respective owners.
After a big toast from the owner, honoring the retired man, and two smaller toasts, we were two thirds in to the meals. Duncan and I had walked back into the ballroom together, near enough to feel the presence of the other, the backs of our hands brushing against each other.
Luckily for us, one of the seats at our table was empty - something about a sick wife -, providing Duncan with a place to sit near people he knew; well, the person he knew.
We had politely asked if anyone objected his presence or if he was free to enjoy the food like the rest of the guests. My mom had glanced at us with a deep frown, curious as to who this newcomer really was.
I don't know if Heather had noticed the transformed punk now occupying the chair next to me, her attention seemed to be stuck on checking the time and ordering new drinks from the poor, young guy at the bar.
Her parents sat three tables away from us, throwing an eye on their daughter every now and then, and I thanked the universe for not assigning her family to the same table as mine. I knew that if I'd had to lie my way through the entire night I would've cracked, and therefor crumbling any chances the company had with getting Mr. Phan as an investor; and the more than likely scenario of enduring jabs from Heather would only have increased that possibility.
She managed to slip out before the appetizer was brought out, however, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched her slender frame disappear around the corner.
The banquet was long and boring, it dragged out more than I thought it would. Duncan would occasionally lean in, his hand on my thigh, and whisper blunt comments about the other guests that made me chuckle - and even choke on my water once.
The conversations around the table had drifted from the off-key cello being played on stage to checking out potential investors, and practicing reeling them in, to talks about studies and work. I had been asked about my debate teams recent win and what university I had set my eyes on. Duncan was also prodded about his life with similar school-centered questions as I had gotten. It wasn't until he told the occupants vague plans about going in to the family business that they left him alone. I had held his hand laying in his lap, stroking my thumb over his skin comfortingly as the questions struck sensitive nerves within him.
"So", I hummed, stretching out the word until Duncan turned to look at me. My parents were deep in conversation with three of the occupants about the most interesting cases they've ever had and I made sure my voice was low enough for the other three not to hear. "You want to be a cop?"
Duncan chuckled and shook his head. "No, my uncle's a mechanic. I worked for him this summer and, well", he shrugged, "I was quite good."
"I bet you were", I said with a smile. What with how affectionate he was with his motorcycle I had no problem imagining him fixing everything on it himself. "But I thought your 'family business' was law enforcement." Both his parents were cops, his oldest brother training to be one, and even his aunt and some of his cousins worked at different stations across the state.
"Uncles are part of family too", Duncan mused and nudged my shoulder with his, making a giggle escape my lips. "Besides, he offered me a job after graduation", he continued, more serious than before, and it left me confused and speechless.
I knew that Duncan had so many skills. Skills he could interpret into making something with meaning rather than breaking rules; and I had always thought he would follow DJ or Geoff to study something artistic. When we had music class together a few years ago, Duncan had outshone everyone when playing the guitar, and his notebooks were all full of sketches; don't mind you that it's mostly skulls and daggers and flames.
Before I could answer, however, I was cut off by the clinking of a glass indicating a fourth speech and everyone cheered as the retiree stepped up onto the stage. "I want to start with thanking all of you for coming", he started, speaking too close to the microphone.
"Hey", Duncan whispered, his breath hitting the sensitive skin right underneath my ear, "come home with me tonight." His hand was on my thigh, slowly running up and down, and I could feel the hairs at the back of my neck stand up.
"I can't", I whispered back, leaning my head against his shoulder. Everyone else at our table had their focus turned to the stage, no one even noticed our display of affection and it made me relax.
"Why not?" he all but whined and I couldn't contain the giggle rising in my chest. Having the hardened, 'tough guy' Duncan whine when faced with the fact that I would not be spending the night with him was flattering, but oh so amusing.
"My parents will notice if I don't come home." Duncan's hand rose higher on my thigh, his thumb massaging my skin through the thin fabric.
"So go home with them and then sneak out with me", he said with a shrug, like the proposition wasn't a big deal, like it was something we'd done a hundred times before.
"I-I-I can't just sneak out." I rose my head from his shoulder to look at him and as my eyes met his I saw the deep want and lust in them, and knowing his plans for the night made it that much harder to decline the offer. I bit my lip and furrowed my brows as I listed all the ways it could go wrong, and all the ways it could oh so right.
The guests in the ballroom burst out in applause as the toast ended and the retiree declared the banquet over. My parents were already putting on their coats and pushing the chairs back in under the table.
"Say goodbye to your friend now, it's time to leave", my dad said and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him with a smile, nodding an 'okay'. "I'm going to get the car from the valet." And with that he locked arms with my mom and exited the ballroom. Many of the guests had already left or were in the process of leaving.
I turned back to Duncan, taking his hand in mine, "Maybe."
"I'll take it", he answered with a smirk and squeezed my hand before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He tasted sweet, like the drinks being served, and I whimpered into his mouth as I felt my own lust rise.
I reluctantly pulled away and I could feel a smile form on my lips as our eyes met once more. "I have to go", I said and kissed his cheek before standing up from my seat.
The ride home was quiet, awkward. You could feel the unasked questions hang in the air along with the accusations. And when we got home they let me go to bed without trouble, even though we were all well aware of their curiosity.
I turned my stereo on, letting the low music fill the air in my bedroom, as I flung myself backwards onto my bed. I could feel my chest bubble with excitement at the idea of sneaking out. It was a new feeling, though not an unwelcome one. The possible repercussions of getting caught only made my adrenaline pump harder and the thought that we could get away with it almost made me burst at the seams.
I stood up abruptly from my bed, walking over to the window to see if Duncan really was serious in his offer to sneak me out for the first time. I saw him almost immediately in the light from the streetlamp on the other side of the road a few houses down; far enough away for my parents to not notice an unaccustomed vehicle near their home. He was leaning against his motorcycle, smoking a cigarette and forming rings out of the smoke as he waited.
I don't know if he saw me, in particular, but his face was turned to my house and I took a chance that he would see me wave. And when he waved back with a big smile on his lips, I knew; I no longer treaded back and forth between the alternatives.
I held up my finger, signaling for him to wait a few minutes, before turning around to my room. My backpack stood at the end of my bed and I shoved some clothes into, wanting - and needing - a change of clothes for tomorrow. I snook my toothbrush out of the bathroom and packed it in the bag along with the charger for my phone; if I was to get caught, I atleast needed a way of communicating my excuses.
I let the last song on the stereo play out before turning it off completely and exiting my house as quietly as possible.
"Wow", Duncan said as I came into view, sounding flabbergasted.
"What?" I asked, looking down at the red fabric that was still wrapped around my figure. "You've already seen it."
"It's even hotter on you when you break the rules in it", he said through his teeth, like a low growl, grabbing the small of my back to press me close to him. I giggled as he took one last drag from his cigarette and descended my lips onto his before he could breathe out the smoke. "Well, well, well", he said once we parted and I exhaled the smoke I'd gathered during the kiss, "aren't you a bad girl tonight."
"Should I stop?" I asked with an over exaggerated pout, knowing very well that he enjoyed this new feeling - and what it did to me - just as much as I did.
"God no", Duncan chuckled and kissed me again. The sweet taste from before was still present but it stood no chance to the overpowering nicotine.
I heard him flick the cigarette away before taking his now free hand to hold the back of my neck, letting his fingers wove themselves through the locks of my hair and before I could react I was pressed against the motorcycle. I scraped my nails up his back as he leaned his head down to plant kisses along my collarbone.
"Am I finally going to see your room?" I asked breathlessly.
"Patience, honey", he answered, biting down on my skin before laying a softening kiss on it, "patience."
"I can't have patience when you - oh - when you do that." I felt Duncan's lips curl up in a smirk as I writhed underneath him and if it wasn't for the pleasure I felt thanks to him I would've smacked the back of his head for gloating.
"Okay", Duncan said and kissed my lips one last time, smacking my butt as he let me go, "let's go."
I had seen Duncan's house before, having played in the garden together as kids, but I couldn't recall ever stepping a foot inside. I remember his backyard had a swing and a tree perfect for climbing in and a glassdoor leading straight to the kitchen, but as we sneaked quietly through it I noticed the drastic difference a few years could make. The swingset had been replaced with an outdoor dining table, a parasol stuck in a hole in the middle of it, and a few rose bushes were planted along the high, wooden fence. The tree was still there, but it had grown a lot since I last saw it; I remembered as a kid I could just barely reach the first few branches, and now, ten years later and at least half a meter taller, the lowest hanging branch was still out of my reach.
"It's the first door on the left", Duncan whispered as he shut the glassdoor behind us, pointing at one of the two ways out of the kitchen.
"Wait", I said, grabbing the hem of his shirt jacket as he passed me, "where are you going?"
"I'll be right in, don't worry." He slipped easily through my grip and I watched nervously as he rounded the corner out of the kitchen. If someone walked in here they wouldn't open up a conversation and ask why I was there; this was a household of police men that all knew how to defend themselves against an alleged burglar.
I shook my head before my thoughts could spiral any further and walked quietly away from the door, in the direction of his vague instructions. The kitchen opened up in a small corridor with three doors, and even with the knowledge of which door was Duncan's it was hard to miss. A big 'keep out' sign was hung on the door and I recognised the doodles on the wood from his notebook.
"Where have you been?" I froze instantly at the stern, harsh voice, not knowing who had spoken or to whom the question was directed.
"Out with a friend", I heard Duncan reply and I realised he must've gone to talk to his father. Even though I knew I was in the clear - for now - I couldn't convince my body to move.
"At this hour? Do you have any idea how worried your mother and Max have been?"
"Ma, huh?" Duncan questioned, noticing how his father had left himself off of the short list.
"I let you back into my home and this is how you honor it, by skipping dinner and coming home at unearthly hours", the stern voice continued, as if Duncan had not spoken.
"I said I was with a friend."
"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before."
"I forgot the time", Duncan tried again. You could hear the pleading in his voice, the fear of being kicked out again, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. If it wasn't for the banquet, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have been yelled at.
"Uh huh", his dad sighed, "get out of my sight." I snapped out of the paralysation and swiftly opened the door to Duncan's room. It wasn't too big, but enough room for the essentials; a double bed, a desk, a bookcase full of anything but books, and even an electric guitar and amplifiers to go with it. I could imagine Duncan sitting on his bed, playing on the guitar and humming along and the image made me smile.
I plopped my backpack near the end of the bed and sat down on it. It was soft and the cover felt fluffy, I imagined it would feel like sleeping on a cloud.
I looked up as Duncan walked in to the room, sitting beside me on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, walking on my knees to come and sit behind him, holding him comfortingly and leaning my head on his shoulder.
"No", he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "Yes. I don't know."
"Is he always like that? Angry, I mean."
"Most of the time", Duncan answered and I got mad just thinking about it. Even with Duncan's disregard for authority and law, he wasn't a bad person, he deserved better than to feel bad about himself. But I knew that sympathy was the one thing he needed right now, not someone to fight for him.
"That must be tough", I whispered, the atmosphere of the room feeling more like a library or a doctor's office than a free space.
Duncan shrugged, but didn't answer.
"My parents are passive aggressive, using every petty way they have of pissing the other person off", I said, rubbing his arms, trying my best to calm and comfort him. "But I guess that beats aggressive aggressive." It was more of a thought for myself, but the words escaped my mouth before I could stop them.
"Did you just swear?" Duncan asked, quirking his head to the side to look at me and raising his eyebrows in surprise.
"What? No", I insisted, shaking my head. "Piss off is not cursing."
"I have defiled the pure princess", he mocked, throwing his hands up in the air like begging God for forgiveness.
"Oh, shut up", I said and pushed him, but he used the momentum of the shove to swing back, tackling me down on the mattress. I could feel my heart beat hard against my chest in anticipation.
"Do it again." Duncan's eyes gleamed with excitement and pride, making me smile wide.
"Fuck you."
"Fuck me?" He raised one brow as he inched his face closer to mine, our breaths mixing and our hearts beating in rhythm. The previous tension that had occupied the room had been replaced with lightheartedness and excitement.
"Yes, fuck you", I laughed and bit my lip in anticipation.
"Okay", he laughed back and kissed me deeply while letting his hands roam up my body. The skirt of my dress had rode high up on my thighs and the material of his pants rubbed against my skin.
I let my own hands get tangled in his hair, feeling the stiff locks created by the hairspray, moving my body in rhythm with his. The nights buildup was paying out as we both moaned into each others mouths, laughing following soon after.
Duncan let his hands drag my dress even further up as he dipped his head down to kiss my collarbones, leaving purple marks at the most sensitive spots before he kept going lower. He kissed his way down to my thighs and I had to suppress a scream when he bit my skin. He grinned up at me before pushing the fabric aside and dragging his tongue across my core, making me melt into the bed.
"Mm", I let out with a smile, closing my eyes as Duncan's tongue worked its way over any and every sensitive spot while his hands wandered up my body, gripping my hips, caressing my stomach, massaging my breasts. He let two fingers inside, prodding and curling to find the right spot that made me writhe in the bed, throwing my head side to side and arching my back. His other hand came up to lay over my mouth, muffling my sounds as I felt myself getting closer and closer to release.
Duncan took my underwear off with a proud smile as I basked in the afterglow of his treatment, running my fingers through his hair and biting my lip. He let his hands glide over my skin, gathering the dress as he went, before pulling it over my head and throwing it to the floor.
He opened his mouth to say something but I crashed my lips on his before he could. I dragged my nails down his back before coming back around, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders. I could feel him smile against my lips as I put my hands under his shirt, spreading my fingers on his stomach, following the lines of his muscles.
I grabbed the hem and pulled the shirt up over his head, only breaking our kiss to let the fabric pass between us before continuing it again. He was warm and smooth and it felt familiar and I wanted - needed - to feel more.
"I want you", I murmured against his lips.
"Who's stopping you?" Duncan said back, his hands on the small of my back as I straddled him, and it was all I needed to hear. I let my mouth wander down his jawline, down his neck, kissing, sucking and licking the spots I knew would make him crumble underneath me, while I unbuttoned his pants.
We both moaned as I slid his pants down, rubbing myself on the bulge in his boxers. I could feel the warmth coming from him and it only made my own arousal grow.
Duncan flipped me over, steadying himself between my legs as he kicked away both his pants and underwear to the floor and when his eyes met mine I smiled, caressing his cheek with my hand.
"You are so beautiful", I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, opposite my hand.
"You too", he said back, letting his fingers play with my hair.
In that moment, everything else faded away. Every thought of Heather, school, the debate club, my home life, his home life; it all faded away.
We both gasped and moaned as he entered me and we rocked back and forth to the beating of our hearts, kissing each other as my hands gripped his back in pleasure and his the sheets of the bed. Duncan and I had had sex many times before. But that night was the first time we made love.