Note - Okay this chapter is the reason this story is rated M... let me know if you think it could still be T because I don't really know. I am really nervous about posting this chapter haha :/ so I hope y'all like it!
Chapter Eleven – Have You Ever
After Chris announces that dinner is over, the teenagers are lead over to the campfire for their bonding session, all except Courtney and Duncan who are dragged to the fish cabin where the door is bolted shut behind them. Courtney immediately turns on Duncan, who suddenly feels like maybe leaving the two of them alone together may end up in his untimely death.
"Ooh, I can't believe you got me thrown in here!" Courtney yells.
"Technically it was your own fault. You were the one beating me to a pulp," Duncan points out.
"I was only giving you what you deserved, you horrible, disgusting, immature creep!" Courtney spits. Duncan shrugs.
"I've been called worse," he says carelessly. He kicks over an empty bucket, turning it upside down to use as a seat. Courtney gives a cry of frustration and kicks the door. "So…" Duncan starts.
"Don't speak to me," Courtney snaps.
"Aw, come on. I don't see what the big deal is! It was just a joke and it was just underwear. You're such a prude," Duncan scowls.
"I am not!" Courtney says hotly. "I just don't appreciate repulsive criminals going through my things and putting their dirty hands all over my private possessions!"
"Wow, I'm so sorry I contaminated your perfectly pristine panties, which go on your butt," Duncan rolls his eyes.
"For your information I hadn't even worn that pair yet!" Courtney retorts. Duncan raises an eyebrow at her and she seems to realise she's given him too much information so she continues on her rant to cover up the last statement. "And anyway, it's not even just about the underwear! It's about the fact that you can never take responsibility for your actions, you're rude and you're incapable of following rules! And it's all your fault that I'm in the fish cabin instead of out by the campfire having a bonding session with people I actually like!"
"You can't tell me you actually want to bond with those idiots," Duncan scoffs. "Besides I know you don't actually like anyone."
"I do so like people!" Courtney protests.
"Oh really?" Duncan stands up and walks towards her slowly. "Name one person you really like," he challenges.
"I like… Heather," Courtney says.
"No you don't. You secretly hate the fact that she thinks she's the leader of the group and that she never really listens to you or cares what you think," Duncan refutes. He leans against the door of the fish cabin and faces her. Courtney gives him a dirty look, annoyed that he's right. She leans her shoulder against the door and tries to think of someone she likes.
"Fine. I like Lindsay and Gwen," Courtney declares. Duncan laughs.
"You think Lindsay is a total idiot and that Gwen is a judgemental bitch," he says knowingly.
"How do you know all this?" Courtney wonders.
"I see right through you," Duncan smirks.
"Hmph," says Courtney, folding her arms and turning so her back is leaning on the door.
"I like Bridgette and Sierra," she says. Duncan studies her for a moment.
"You know, I think you might actually be telling the truth," he says, surprised. "So you do like someone." Courtney nods, satisfied. She glances at Duncan out the corner of her eye to see him still staring at her with that smug look on his face.
"What?" she asks shortly.
"Nothing," Duncan shrugs. "You know if you're really upset about missing out on the bonding session, we could just have our own," he suggests.
"No," Courtney refuses immediately.
"Why not?" Duncan asks. Because you already know too much about me, Courtney thinks. She stays silent, not being able to think of a real reason not to. "Afraid?" Duncan mocks.
"I'm not afraid of anything," Courtney avers.
"Come on then," Duncan says. He walks back over to the bucket he'd been sitting on before. He finds a crate and drags it over next to his bucket and gestures for Courtney to join him. She sighs in surrender and walks over to him and sits on the crate. Duncan grins and sits on the bucket.
"So… how do we do this?" Courtney asks.
"Not used to bonding with people, huh?" Duncan grins. Courtney rolls her eyes and looks at him expectantly. "We could play have you ever," Duncan proposes. Courtney looks at him questioningly.
"This is starting to sound like a thirteen year olds slumber party," she says.
"Very funny. Do you want to play or not?" Duncan asks curtly.
"Fine." Courtney agrees, despite the fact she's sure she'll regret it later. Duncan looks pleased with this development and quickly comes up with a question to ask her.
"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Duncan asks. "A guy I mean, not your mom," he clarifies. Courtney gives him a look of contempt before answering. She sincerely hopes the questions don't get any more personal than this.
"Of course I have," she replies.
"Who?"
"I believe it's my turn," Courtney says. Duncan rolls his eyes but nods. "Have you ever…" she begins. What do I ask? She wonders. Something personal? "Have you ever gotten a good grade?" she asks, chickening out. Duncan looks at her disdainfully.
"Really? Is that best you've got? Come on, dollface, I know you want to ask something more interesting than that," he chuckles. Courtney rolls her eyes.
"Ugh, fine. Have you ever… had sex?" she asks, cringing as the words come out of her mouth. Duncan grins lewdly.
"Sure have, babe," he answers. "Who'd you kiss?" he asks.
"This is 'have you ever' not 'ask whatever you want and expect me to answer'," Courtney says haughtily.
"Alright then, have it your way. Have you ever wanted to kiss me?" he asks.
"I don't want to play this game anymore," Courtney says.
"I'll take that as a yes," Duncan laughs. Courtney huffs in annoyance.
"Have you ever done something nice for someone else?" she shoots harshly.
"Yes, actually," Duncan affirms.
"Oh really? What was it then?" Courtney questions.
"This isn't 'ask whatever you want and expect me to answer'," Duncan reminds her. Courtney sticks her tongue out childishly. "Now who's the immature one?" Duncan says. "Have you ever had a dirty dream about me?" he asks devilishly.
"Absolutely not!" Courtney denies, blushing profusely.
"You have!" Duncan says, gleefully. Courtney blushes some more and he can't help but think how adorable she is when she's blushing.
"What about you, have you ever had one about me?" she asks, fully expecting him to say no, more just asking to get the attention away from herself.
"Of course," he answers, "you're hot stuff, babe. I bet every guy on this camp has." He doesn't, of course, admit that she's the only girl he's dreamed about, dirty or not, in quite some time. Courtney blushes again at his last remark. He's quite pleased with how he can evoke that reaction from her, as previously he thought maybe she was immune to such human emotions as embarrassment. She quickly recovers, however, and is back to rolling her eyes as if she's above such petty matters as sexual attraction.
"This game is ridiculous," she scoffs.
"Alright, well let's play 'ask whatever you want and expect me to answer'," Duncan suggests patronisingly, expecting her to refuse.
"Okay, let's," she agrees.
"Really?" Duncan asks, taken aback.
"Only if you think you can handle it," she challenges.
"I know I can, I'm just worried you can't," Duncan retorts.
"Sweet of you," Courtney says sarcastically. "I'll start," she says. Duncan looks at her warily.
"What did you go to juvie for?" she asks. Duncan laughs.
"Figures you'd want to know that. I stole drugs from the hospital and tried to sell them because my dad cut off my pocket money," he says. "He said I was a no good punk. I sure showed him." He shakes his head and chuckles at the memory.
"You've never actually taken illicit drugs, have you?" Courtney asks worriedly.
"Despite the fact that it's my turn to ask a question I will answer you. I've never done anything worse than smoke pot," he assures her. Courtney seems relieved.
"Okay, your turn to ask," she says.
"Who'd you kiss?" he asks.
"Are we still on that? I don't know why you care so much. It was that idiot Scott in the year below us," Courtney reveals nonchalantly.
"The red headed kid who eats dirt?" Duncan laughs.
"He wasn't eating dirt the day I kissed him!" Courtney defends.
"So you only kissed him one time?" Duncan questions, not entirely sure why he cares.
"Yes. And it was terrible," Courtney admits. Duncan vows to himself that he'll show her what a real kiss feels like before the night is through. "My turn. Who did you have sex with?" Courtney asks.
"My brother's friend Georgia, an exchange student from France and my ex-girlfriend, Ally," Duncan lists.
"Like one time each or…?" Courtney presses.
"A few times each…" Duncan says, raising an eyebrow.
"So I guess you're quite experienced then?" Courtney asks nervously, before wondering what possessed her to say that.
"Yeah, I guess…" Duncan says, wondering something along the same lines.
"Okay. Ask your question." Courtney snaps.
"Why did you bring such fancy underwear to a school camp?" Duncan asks.
"Why are you so obsessed with my underwear?"
"You have to answer first," Duncan says.
"I only own nice underwear!" Courtney informs him. "Now answer mine."
"I'm not obsessed with your underwear, but I won't deny that I like the thought of you wearing nothing else," Duncan smiles provocatively.
"Well… uh… hmph," Courtney stammers, trying not to blush again.
"So… what's the black pair for? Are you saving them for something?" Duncan asks suggestively. Oh god, Courtney thinks, how can he know the exact questions I don't want to answer? She can't control the deep blush that comes over her face this time.
"Urgh," is all she can say as she puts her head in her hands, mortified. Duncan chuckles.
"Are they for Justin?" he asks. Courtney looks up from her hands and stares at him in confusion.
"Justin? Why would you think that?" she asks, bewildered.
"Isn't he the one Heather's trying to set you up with? You know 'cause he's like the last "popular" guy or whatever," Duncan clarifies. Is it Courtney's imagination or does seem a little bitter about it?
"Duncan. Never in a million years would I want to be with Justin. He's the most conceited, boring meathead of a man I've ever met. Plus I recently found out that he's gay," Courtney divulges.
"Huh. I'm not that surprised actually." Duncan shrugs. "So why'd you bring them on camp then?" Duncan asks.
"Can we just drop it now?" Courtney begs. She stands up and walks away. Duncan however will not drop it and also stands up and follows her. As much as it frustrates him that she wants someone else, he feels he has to know who it is.
"Is it really that embarrassing? Oh my god, it's not Harold is it?" Duncan screws up his face. Courtney groans as Duncan grabs her and forces her to face him. She looks up at him, her eyes pleading for him to let it go. Duncan looks at her questioningly and then the penny finally drops. His hand drops to her hip where he slowly lowers the waistband of her pants to reveal a peek of black lace. A lump forms in his throat as he realises they're for him.
Duncan tries to cover his stunned reaction with his trademark smirk.
"So what were you planning on doing tonight, princess?" he asks suggestively. Courtney glares at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Like you said, it's just underwear," she claims, although it's a little late now and she knows he sees right through her.
"We both know that's not true," Duncan responds.
"Oh, so what? It's not like you hadn't already figured out I'm attracted to you. But if you think it means I actually like you, you've got another think coming," Courtney says scornfully.
"Back at you, babe. You're still the most conceited little know-it-all I've ever met," Duncan rolls his eyes.
"Good. Well, I'm glad we got that sorted." Courtney says uncertainly. She realises in that moment that all she really wants in that moment is for him to kiss her and tell her he didn't mean any of the things he said to the guys. But obviously he did mean them, she thinks sadly. God, why do I even care? They look at each other for a moment, trying to work out what the other is thinking.
"We should get some sleep." Duncan finally says. He turns away from her and starts to walk away, taking his shirt off in the process.
"What are you doing?" Courtney asks, dismayed.
"It's hot in here," Duncan states.
"That doesn't mean you have to get naked!" Courtney reprimands. She's mostly just annoyed because it is hot in here and him taking his shirt off only makes her feel hotter. She notices the tattoo Sierra mentioned on the side of his ribcage. Trust no one, it reads. Ugh, why do I find that so sexy? Courtney asks herself.
"I can't sleep if I wear a shirt," Duncan explains. Courtney rolls her eyes. He knows how much I want him right now and he's enjoying teasing me, she thinks. But truthfully Duncan is thinking nothing of the sort, and is just wondering how the hell he managed not to grab her and have his wicked way with her after he'd figured out she actually wanted him. But she doesn't really want you, he reminds himself, not in the way you want her. Besides, we're in a fish cabin.
"We should get some sleep," Duncan says again. Courtney nods and turns off the light and lies down.
Duncan, you're an idiot, Duncan thinks, lying on the hard floor of the fish cabin. That was the perfect opportunity for you to kiss her and you blew it and now you've missed your chance.
They lie there in silence for a few minutes until Duncan breaks it. "Courtney?" he whispers, his voice thick. Courtney thrills at the sound of her name coming from his mouth. He hardly ever uses her name, and honestly it just sounds so lovely off his lips.
"Mmm?" she responds. Duncan doesn't say anything for a while, trying to work up the courage to say something. Screw it, he thinks.
"Turn the light back on," he says finally.
"Why?" she replies, slightly confused.
"Just do it," Duncan tells her. She stands up and goes to feel for the light switch, slightly annoyed at being bossed around. Duncan is already standing by the time she finds it and turns on the light, and she feels her annoyance leave her, seeing the look on his face. He walks towards her determinedly, and she watches him with wide eyes, suddenly nervous.
He finally comes to stand in front of her, as close as possible without actually touching her. She licks her lips in anticipation, knowing what's coming next. Her heart thumps vociferously as he brings his hand to her face and brushes a strand of hair away. The heat from his fingers leaves her skin tingling and her breath catches in her throat as she feels him lean in. She closes her eyes and parts her lips as his come down on hers. She whimpers slightly as their lips touch, sparks flying from the simple contact.
Duncan means it to be light and romantic but as soon as their lips meet the butterflies that had been fluttering in his stomach turn to electricity and he kisses her urgently, his tongue finding its way into her mouth. Courtney is filled with the same need and she pulls him closer to her, crushing his bare chest to hers, her hands running through his hair. He pushes her against the cabin door, one hand running up her thigh to rest on her ass and the other one grabbing her hand and entwining his fingers with hears.
Courtney traces a finger along Duncan's tattoo as he starts kissing down her neck and collarbone. He gets to his knees and pulls her down with him, taking the breath out of her for a moment. She pushes him to the ground and pulls herself on top of him, straddling him. She pulls off her sweater and starts unbuttoning her top.
"Aren't you eager?" he chuckles.
"I still hate your guts," she responds. Duncan laughs as his hands run over her stomach where he finds something rather surprising.
"You have your belly button pierced?" he asks incredulously, fiddling with the piercing. Courtney smirks as she throws her top away. "Why did I not notice this earlier?"
"I take it out to go swimming and when I sleep," Courtney replies.
"Oh god, that is so hot," Duncan chokes out. This is must be a dream, he thinks, there is no way something this good could be happening to me.
Courtney smiles and drops her lips to his mouth and he moans as she bites his lip. He runs his hands from her hips to her breasts where he unclips her bra and throws it somewhere. Sitting up he takes one of her nipples into his mouth and she gasps grinding her hips against his growing arousal. He growls at the movement, responding with his own thrusts, sending thrills through Courtney's entire body. She throws her head back in ecstasy, letting out a high pitched moan.
"Ohh, Duncan," she cries as his erection hits her in the exact right spot through her clothing. The friction between them is electrifying but they both need more.
Duncan lays Courtney down and hovers above her, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them off to reveal the black lace panties they'd talked about so much. Duncan stops for a moment to admire the view of her lying there in just her underwear, wedge sandals and the wire bracelet.
"Damn, they look even better than in my imagination!" he observes.
"Duncan!" Courtney growls impatiently. Duncan quickly gets back to business, nuzzling her neck and trailing kisses down and across her collarbone. He takes her nipple into his mouth again while one of his hands glides up her thigh to rest over her damp underwear. She whimpers as he moves his finger in tiny circles. He moves his mouth back to hers to kiss her as his hand finds his way into her panties. She spreads her legs wider, almost involuntarily, as his thumb grazes her sensitive clit. She gasps, raking her nails down his back, his finger delving inside her. He pulls her back up against him so he's sitting on his knees and her legs are wrapped around him. Courtney cries out in pleasure with each thrust of his finger and she reaches out to undo his jeans.
"Duncan, I need you," she cries. That's when a horrible notion comes to him.
"Courtney?" he whispers hoarsely, hating himself intensely.
"What is it?" she asks breathlessly.
"We can't do that," he says.
"Why?" Courtney asks, miffed.
"I don't have a condom," Duncan tells her. Courtney lets out a moan of frustration, but Duncan just kisses her and continues his hand movements, which had previously been at varied tempos but now he pumps urgently, knowing she's close to orgasming. She thrusts her hips against him, wanting release, and he soon gives it to her, giving her clit a final pinch to send her over the edge. She screams out in pleasure and he lays her back down to let her recover. After her breathing returns to normal she sits up slowly, looking very satisfied, although a little apologetic.
"I'm sorry we couldn't… you know. Maybe I could…" she glances down at the bulge in Duncan's jeans.
"Have you ever…?" he asks. She shakes her head nervously. Duncan considers letting her do it, but eventually decides against it. You can't even tell her how you really feel, and yet you'd let her blow you in a fish cabin? He shakes his head at himself. You really are pathetic.
"It's all good, princess. But next time I'll be prepared," he wraps his arm around her and pulls her in to him and they lie on the hard ground, Courtney's hand resting on his chest. She closes her eyes and absentmindedly traces her fingers across his chest.
"Court?" Duncan whispers. Courtney decides she likes him calling her Court even more than Courtney.
"Mmm?" she replies.
"Can you not do that?" Duncan asks softly. She immediately stops her hand movements, feeling embarrassed.
"Sorry, is it annoying?" she asks.
"No, I like it a lot… but a little too much if you catch my drift," Duncan chuckles. Courtney does catch his drift and she smiles to herself as she falls asleep.