|After the Dock of Shame
Author: sKetchdiva PM
After Duncan was eliminated from Total Drama Island, he left for the resort. But what happened when he was reunited with Courtney? Was it awkward? Uncomfortable? Or Simply indescribable?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Duncan & Courtney - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,622 - Reviews: 31 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 03-07-10 - Published: 01-26-10 - id: 5698390
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Title sucks. I couldn't think of a better one. Might be pushing the T rating...blah, blah blah. I DO NOT own TDI, or ANY TDI characters. Just the plot.
"So…" Duncan poked at a bobblehead sitting on Courtney's dresser. He didn't know who it was a bobblehead of, but all he knew was that it looked like someone smart. "This is some place, huh?"
"Yeah, and the food is amazing," Court murmured, flipping through a Teen Vogue magazine.
Duncan plopped lazily down on the bed next to her, wrinkling his nose. "I thought you hated crap like that." He gestured to the magazine she was holding.
Courtney frowned halfway and set the magazine in her lap. "Well, kinda. I hate all the blond bimbos posing in these ads. I mean, look at her." Court pointed to a skankily dressed size zero chick with too much eyeliner, draped over an equally skanky guy. "But I really like all the skin care tips and money-saving ideas."
"Aww, you don't need to fix up your skin." Duncan got on his hands and knees and leaned forward, skimming her cheek with the tip of his bh. "It's soft as a baby's ass."
Courtney snorted and faux rolled her eyes. "Gee, thanks." She looked around the room, dropping Teen Vogue on her night stand. "So what do you wanna do now?" They'd been just hanging around, talking, for, like, three hours now. They'd talked about what happened on the island after she left, what the worst thing Chris had ever made them do was, and about their everyday-lives back home.
Duncan shrugged. "Oh, I dunno. We could go swimming, make out, grab lunch, make out, take a hot shower together, make out, play strip-poker, make out, go skinny-dipping, make out... Oh, did I say 'make out'?"
She stared at him with a small smirk. "God, you're a pervert."
"And isn't that what you love about me?" He held his arms out like C'mon, you know I'm right.
"Well," Courtney breathed. She stood and sexily – Duncan thought – walked over to her dresser, rifling through a large, middle drawer. "One thing you didn't suggest was the hot tub. Meet you there?"
Duncan's eyes went wide, and he smiled crookedly. "Ten minutes?"
"Yes." He jumped up and ran for the door, pecking her on the head and also giving himself a knuckle-touch in the mirror as he passed. When he got out into the hallway and she started closing her door, he turned around and stuck his foot back into her room. "Wait."
She cocked her head at him curiously.
"Don't I get to watch you change?"
Duncan chuckled, just glad he'd moved his foot out of the way. The boys' wing was on the third floor, so he took an elevator, someone stopping it just as it was about to start up.
Duncan smiled sinisterly when the door reopened and Harold was standing in the hallway.
"Oh," Harold squeaked. "I'll take the next one."
"No, no," Duncan cooed, reaching forward and grabbing Harold by the waistband of his poofy shorts. He pulled him inside. "I. Insist." The elevator dinged, and the doors closed.
When Duncan happily strode out of the elevator on the third floor, he passed Geoff and Bridgette, who were making out enthusiastically by the railing that looked out over the pool.
"Hey, Dunan," Geoff mumbled against Bridgette's face. "Hev you sheen Hard 'ound?"
Duncan frowned, squinting at his buddy. "What?"
Geoff broke away from Bridgette and gasped. "Hey, Duncan, have you seen Harold around?"
Duncan scratched his goatee. "Why?"
"'Cause Tyler and I just thought of this awesome prank!" Geoff held up a smoothie. "It's loaded with laxatives, so he'll be practically shitting himself!"
"Aw, dude that's awesome!" Duncan crowed, giving him a high-five. "But, uh, I think there's a little wrinkle in your plan."
Harold wadded out of the elevator, his underwear and shorts up to his armpits. His glasses were skewed. "I'm not taking any smoothie from you," he wheezed.
"Damn it, he heard!" Geoff stomped his foot. But then he looked back at Harold and grinned. "Atomic Wedgie!" Punching Duncan in the arm playfully, he grabbed hold of Bridgette and strolled off.
"Better watch your back, nerd," Duncan said to Harold, pushing open his room door. "You're number one on my Hit List." He closed the door, then suddenly felt like an idiot when he saw himself in the mirror – he was already wearing his trunks from earlier. "I'm so stupid," he muttered.
Courtney was waiting for him in the hot tub when he got there a few minutes later.
"Well, hello, Princess," he said, slipping into the water.
Her faced glowed from the lights at the bottom of the tub, making the water and her skin sparkle – but not the vampire-y way. She raised a brow at him. "Did you get lost?"
Duncan scoffed, glancing away. "Of course I didn't." That's Yes in Duncan-speak. The sun was setting, but it was still right past the top of the mountains, shining in his eyes. He scooted to the left more towards Courtney.
She rolled her eyes. "Are you already trying to make moves on me?"
"Maybe," he said, putting an arm around her.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest.
Alright, Duncan thought. Sweet skin-to-skin contact, finally! He swept his fingers through her hair softly.
"So, how much did you miss me?" Court asked quietly.
"Ugh, God, lots." He shook his head. "During challenges and stuff when I had to focus, your face'd just pop into my head and I'd blank. I thought about you, like, nonstop, just…"
"Same here," she said, snuggling closer to him.
Then he hooked a finger under her chin, pulling her lips close to his. Their mouths met, and they relaxed in to each other. Duncan didn't remember her kisses feeling…this good. He put a hand at her waist, the other on the small of her back. They kissed for, well…pfff, a long time.
Courtney got on her knees on the bench they were sitting on under the water, wrapping both arms tight around Duncan's neck. She moaned softly when his tongue slid inside her mouth. She pulled away and puffed out her chest. "Take my top off."
Duncan stared at her for a moment. "What now?"
She narrowed her eyes. "I said, take my top off."
Believe me, the only thing Duncan wanted right now was to slip his hands under the edge of her tankini top, pull it off over her head and… "Well…why?" he heard himself asking. "I mean…" He looked around the secluded deck separate from the pool's. No one was here, if you didn't count the loon perched on the third-story railing. He smirked. "Okay." He crushed his face to Courtney's as he reached around, gripped the edge of her top and–
"Wait," she said against his lips, sounding debating and frustrated. "Don't."
Duncan leaned back. "I thought you just told me to."
"I know," she sighed. Then she pulled herself out of the water, grabbing a towel off a nearby table.
"Hey, where're you going?" Duncan asked.
"I can't…" She got a faraway look on her face, seeming to consider her words carefully. "I…I feel like I want to give you everything."
He tilted his head at her. What the hell was she talking about?
"I don't know, I…" She gave him an apologetic half-smile. "It's hard to explain."
"Well believe it or not, Court," he said, "I'm not as dumb as you think. I can process it all."
Her shoulders slumped, and she dropped her towel, sitting at the edge of the tub and dipping her feet in. "I feel…different about you."
He nodded. "Different…how?"
"Different like…" She thought for a second. "…like love, I guess."
He stared at her wordlessly for a few long seconds. Then he reached over and grabbed a bottle of water from the bottom of the towel rack, took a swig, and spit it out forcefully like a spit-take. "Love?" he squawked. "Are you saying you love me?" What the fuck was he gonna say, now?
"No, no," Courtney assured him quickly, then caught sight of the disappointed look on Duncan's face and said, "I mean…I'm not sure if it's love. Errh!" She pressed her fists to her eyes. "I'm sorry – this is coming out all wrong."
Duncan pursed his lips. "So what you're saying is…you don't just like me, but you're not exactly sure if you love me?"
She clapped once and held a hand out toward him. "That's it! See…" She brushed the hair off her face. "Other boys are just blah." Smiling, she leaned forward and pressed her forehead to his. "But you're different. You…make me feel better about myself, you…seem to care about me more than other jerks have. There's some kind of spark when I see you. Even when I'm watching you compete on TV."
"But what does this have to do with me taking your top off?"
"That's the thing. Because I feel differently about you, I kind of want to give you everything I have."
"Meeeeaniiiiiiing…," Duncan dragged out, "…your boobs."
She glanced away, nodding. "Seems like it."
Duncan sniffed. Well…he certainly hadn't planned on spending his evening like this.
"But, maybe we should take it slow," Courtney said, gazing at him. "That's okay, right?"
"Uh-huh," he lied. Now he felt bad about not saying he thought he might love her, too. Why do girls have to go around talking about their feelings?I mean, it is kinda early, telling them they love each other. They kissed, like, what, one other time? Okay, a few…cough…dozen…cough…more times than that. They'd made out a lot the day she got voted off. Well, what some of you don't know is that they'd been hanging out off-screen for about a week, and Courtney got voted out the day after they kissed after stealing Chef's food. Makes sense.
When she stood up to leave, Duncan grabbed her wrist. "Y'know, to hell with slow." He got out with her and led her to the elevator and up to the third floor.
Duncan had a big, goofy smile spread across his face, poking at his food absentmindedly.
"Hey, Duncan," Geoff said, sliding a plate onto the table in front of Duncan. "Guess what? Bridge had a Wii and a few games shipped here from eBay! Wanna have a Guitar Hero battle later?"
Duncan set his chin in his hand. "Whatever," he murmured, still lost. He was thinking about Courtney, actually.
Geoff waved a hand in front of Duncan face, frowning. "Shit, you're not drunk, are you? The one time I'm not, you are."
Duncan blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Oh, sorry, man. I just had an awesome night with–"
"I know." Geoff leaned forward and raised his brows knowingly at Duncan. "I heard."
It took a few seconds for that to register. Duncan gaped. "You son of a bitch."
Geoff shrugged. "I can't help that my room's next to yours."
"So you heard…everything?" Duncan's voice raised an octave, and he cleared his throat, like that could stop him from being weirded-out.
Geoff smirked. "Should I tell you what kind of protection you used?" he teased.
Duncan covered his face with his hands, humiliated.
"'I don't wanna take a pill, Duncan,'" Geoff said in a girlie tone, trying to copy Courtney's voice unsuccessfully. "'Stop being a baby and wear the damn condom.'"
"Shut up," Duncan hissed, glancing around like everyone had just heard and was staring at him. But everybody sat at their tables, happily nom nom nomming on their breakfast, oblivious.
"So how big are her boobs?" Geoff put a finger to his chin. "Oh wait, I already know. 'Damn, Court, nice D's.'"
Duncan reached across the table and smacked him upside the head. He hated that Geoff remembered every frikkin' detail of what he and Courtney did last night. "You're such a mofo."
"So was that your first time?" Geoff leaned over his untouched plate and widened his eyes, like they were gossiping like a couple of girls. "Was it? Huh? Huh? Tell me."
Duncan scowled at him. "Yeah."
"Aw, haw, no way." Putting a fist to his mouth, Geoff snickered. "Me and Bridge do it all over the place."
"Oh, come on." Duncan spread his arms in some kind of shrug. "It's not like we're adults. You and I are seventeen, and the girls are sixteen. It's not like a freakin' requirement…or…just because we can, it doesn't mean we have to."
Geoff laughed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Duncan ground his teeth together. Maybe he should find a new best friend. One who isn't a sex-maniac. Duncan might be a badass, but he respects girls – especially Courtney. He's sure Geoff does too, but it's like he and Bridgette have nothing better to do.