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"I'm not doing that. That's fucking gay."
Way to state the obvious. Duncan rolls his eyes, unimpressed with this arbitrary hangup. He'd kind of assumed he wasn't straight in the first place, but the more he talks to the guy the less that seems to be the case.
"You know what's even gayer?" he starts, smirking something wicked "Wearing a tank top every single day of your life. You're not fooling anyone, man."
"Oh fuck you, juvie hall." Scott snaps as he pulls a hipflask out of his back pocket "If you're looking for a fight you're well on your way to one. And we both know I'm not gonna lose to some stupid little prison bitch who dyes his hair."
He says it like it's a winning insult, smug and confident as he takes a swig of what Duncan can only assume is some kind of sketchy moonshine. The punk snorts in response "Yeah, sure, tough guy. Y'know the fact you can't even kiss a guy for revenge just screams 'in the closet'. Seriously, if you were straight it wouldn't be that big a deal."
The redhead narrows his eyes as he lowers the flask. He's got a mean look about him but Duncan's not worried, he's handled people a lot meaner than this fool. Hell, he's had girlfriends meaner than him. One of them is sitting right over there on the other side of the pool.
Courtney is sat on a lounger under an umbrella that shades her from the evening sun, huddled close with Gwen and enthusiastically discussing something that she's showing the goth girl on her PDA. It had taken all of about five minutes after All Stars ended for them to reconcile, and by 'reconcile' he means make dramatic heart felt confessions to each other and make out in the middle of the playa for everyone to see. He hasn't said as much out loud but he's extremely butthurt about it. Like, come on, that's both his exes.
The All Stars after party doesn't amount to much. It's just a few decorations thrown up in the plaza, in the same hotel the losers have been staying in for weeks now. At least the Playa Des Losers has decent facilities. It kind of sucks though, because some of the contestants are still only eighteen so they're stuck at this party with no booze and no entertainment. It was when Duncan went to go spike the punch that he found Scott already spiking the punch, and the idea struck him.
Make out with Courtney's latest ex. Publicly, just like she did with Gwen. It's only fair- Weird and petty, yeah, but revenge is revenge and it's sure to make her at least a little jealous. The plan is only halted by Scotts lack of willingness to participate.
"Shut it, mohawk, I'm not looking for revenge. This is your problem."
"Oh, come on," Duncan throws a thumb over his shoulder to where the two girls are cuddled up on the lounger "That doesn't piss you off? She dumped you for a chick."
"Yeah, a chick she already told me she was into. Like, seriously, you're the only one out of the loop here."
The punk stands a little straigher, but it's not easy to come across as intimidating when he still can't match Scott's height. Being short sucks "What, so the girl you like ditches you for someone else and you're not even a little bothered by it?"
"I'm not invested in this like you are." The redhead shrugs, done with this conversation that's going nowhere "I dated Court for like, two days. I get a little handsy one time and suddenly it's all, oh no, sorry, I think I'm a lesbian. Like, what, was I supposed to be mad at her in the middle of an identity crisis? That'd be shitty. I actually like her, y'know?"
Duncan tries not to think about the fact that Courtney would let this asshole 'get handsy' with her in the first place. He doesn't understand what she saw in him. Was it just the badboy thing? It's not like he's handsome. Duncan is of the opinion that he's way better looking than this ginger schmuck, even if he is annoyingly tall. Even worse he can literally smell the guy standing two feet away, and the idea that Courtney was willing to get up close and personal with him is just insulting.
"Oh, what, so you stepped back and talked her through her lesbian awakening?" he demands "As if you're friends or something?"
"We are friends." Scott defends, getting annoyed now.
"Dude." Duncan scowls at him "That girl kissed you and was so put off that she realised she doesn't even like guys. You have to be mad about that."
"Nah, you got it wrong." Scott sniffs derisively "I'm just man enough that she knew straight off the bat that men weren't for her." and then he smirks "Not like you. She dated you for like a year and never even realised. Goes to show how man you are, might as well be a girl. Even lesbians can't tell the difference."
Duncan gapes at him, can't beleive the backwards bullshit logic he just pulled out of his ass "Fuck you, freckles. I'm more man than you are."
"Oh really?" Scott leans over him, grinning something nasty now "Cause to me you look like a prissy little jailbird who puts way too much effort into dressing like an emo."
"It's called punk, asshole."
"Uh huh. Whatever. Someone not get enough attention back home? Had to dye your hair and stick metal through your face just to get someone to look at you?"
"Fuck off." Duncan snaps, enraged "You don't know my life."
"And I don't want to. Later, loser."
He turns to walk away, all too smug. Duncan realises only now that he's been talked in a circle, the original point of this conversation forgotten in the midst of petty insults, and it's infuriating. He's seen this guy compete in two seasons now and has come to the conclusion that Scott is in fact an idiot, and he'll be damned if he loses an argument to him.
"You think you're such a man, huh?" Duncan stops him with a hand on his arm, pulls him violently back round to face him "Some man you are- Not even comfortable enough in your own skin to kiss a guy. I'll bet you won't do it cause you know you'll like it."
Scott steadies himself with a scowl, snatches the hand off his arm with a tight grip around his wrist "Can it, shortass. I'm not helping you piss off your ex."
"Our ex."
"Whatever. Quit tryna bait me into kissing you, or I'm gonna start thinking you're actually into me."
Duncan rolls his eyes. As if. He's been into plenty of guys in his time, but even out of the limited options on this stupid show going for Scott would really be scraping the bottom of the barrel. It makes it all the more annoying that Courtney would disagree. But hey, if the guy needs an ego boost to get on board with his plan then he can work that angle. It's not like they're ever going to be in the same room again after this anyway.
"Maybe I am." he purrs with half lidded eyes, but immediately breaks character when he can't help but laugh at Scotts reaction.
The redhead drops his wrist like it burned him and takes a full step back, face screwed up in a mix of discomfort and uncertainty. God, he's either painfully straight or tragically closeted. It's honestly hard to tell.
"Wow, you're really that insecure, aren't you?" the punk grins at him.
"I'm not insecure." he snaps back "You're just- Fucking- Don't be a creep, man."
Duncan laughs again. It's such a weak comeback, and the bead of nervous sweat that runs down his forehead makes it just that much funnier.
"Relax, country boy, I'm not interested. Just do me this solid and I'll leave you alone forever, promise."
"If you're not interested then why are you pushing so hard to get me to kiss you?"
"To piss off Courtney."
"I don't want to piss of Courtney. This is your thing." Scott throws his hands up, exasperated. Duncan comes up with a new angle.
"You're just scared I'm gonna turn you gay." he taunts, crossing his arms over his chest "So you're gonna have to do it, to prove that you're not."
The redhead narrows his eyes "That's stupid. I don't have to prove anything to you."
"Then prove it to yourself. C'mon, just the one kiss, doesn't even have to be with tongue."
If he's being perfectly honest with himself Duncan isn't sure why he's so insistant on making this happen at this point. Realistically he could just go ask Alejandro, who'd probably be a little more willing and is actually kind of his friend, but that wouldn't be a direct parallel. If both his exes get to make out then it should be both of Courtney's exes too.
His thoughts are inturrupted by a fist clenched in the front of his shirt "Anyone ever tell you you're really annoying?"
Scott's gritting his teeth and looks about ready to hit him and Duncan is expecting him to make good on his threat of a fight, but he doesn't cower. It's not in his nature. Instead he chooses to grin up at him with a snarky "All the time."
It happens too quickly- The redhead pulls him forward by the collar of his shirt and leans down into what is decidedly a very forceful, tense and not at all pleasant kiss. He smells worse up close. It's so startling that Duncan doesn't even think to close his eyes, doesn't try to stop him, endures a good five seconds of lips mashed into his own until he finally backs off. He's still wide-eyed and just slightly nauseous when Scott pulls away.
"Huh." the redhead looks down at him like he's contemplating something and releases his grip on his shirt "I thought the facial hair would be more off-putting."
Duncan stares at him for a moment, slack-jawed before shaking his head in an attempt to clear it "Dude. What the fuck was that?"
"What the fuck was what?" Scott demands, defensive "I did the stupid thing you asked me to do."
"No you didn't." Duncan argues "Nobody was even looking. Courtney didn't see it. What actually happened just now is that you kissed me for no reason."
"I-" he pauses, and for a moment his expression goes completely blank. And then he goes so unbelievably red in the face Duncan thinks he might actually explode "Fuck."
The punk nearly falls over laughing. He'd endure a hundred equally bad kisses just to see that look on his face again. There are tears in his eyes when he asks "Did- Did you at least find out if you're gay?"
"Fuck off."
"Oh- Oh my god." Duncan rights himself, hysterical "You totally just realised you like dudes, didn't you?"
"No." he says quickly, still blushing like crazy "Shut up, or I'll make you shut up."
"How? You gonna kiss me again?" he mocks. That fist goes straight back into his shirt and he's pulled forward threateningly once more "Jeez, that wasn't an offer."
"Oh for- I wasn't-" the redhead lets him go and covers his face with his palms, a groan of defeat escaping him "I'm not gay."
"Ever heard the term bisexual?"
"Fuck you."
"You wish."
"Jesus fuck." Scott snarls and steps forwards into his space "Will you just shut the fuck up?"
"Nah." Duncan folds his arms across his chest, smirking in triumph "But I'll quit Bugs Bunny-ing you if you help me out. Y'know, with the thing I actually asked for."
The redhead eyes him wearily, like he thinks there's another joke at his expense ready and waiting to go. Duncan isn't patient enough to wait the million years it's apparently going to take for him to respond "You already kissed a guy, what have you got to lose?" he smirks "Besides, if you don't help me out I'll tell everyone you kissed me anyway. Might as well have that one spilled on your own terms."
Scott sighs through his nose, looks like he may as well be being faced with a guillotine "God, fine." he folds his arms over his chest "But if Courtney's actually mad about it I'm telling her it was your idea."
"Wow. Never met someone so pussywhipped by pussy he wasn't even getting."
"Will you just fucking-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll shut up. C'mon, loverboy, it's showtime."
Scott follows him reluctantly to a more open area, in direct view of the two girls on the lounger, as well as the majority of the other partygoers. There's an awkward pause where they're just standing there looking at each other until Duncan breaks the silence.
"Well? Go on then." the punk leans up against the wall surrounding the pool area.
"Just how much of a show are you looking for here?" the redhead asks, gearing himself up for whatever the hell this is supposed to be.
Duncan shrugs in response "However much of a show you've got in you. Can't be any worse than the last kiss."
"Oh shut-"
"Yeah yeah, I know, shut up. You've said it like a million times already, so why don't you go head and make me-"
The third time that fist comes for him it doesn't go for his shirt, instead wraps itself firmly in his mohawk, tilting his head back in a way that definitely shuts him up this time. Scott's a weridly built guy, sinewy and lean and stronger than he appears, would probably be bigger if he didn't have that malnourished sort of look to him. And he's looking at Duncan like he's going to hurt him, and for a moment the punk wonders just what the hell he's asked for here.
He comes in slower this time, and maybe the anticipation is a part of it but it's nowhere near as offensive as the first kiss. Maybe it's because Duncan had an idea of what to expect, and that that expectation is thrown out the window because this time it's actually kind of good. It's slow and hot and he sort of likes the way Scott's pulling on his hair, and he still smells terrible but when he pushes Duncan up against the wall behind him and slides his tongue just past his lips he can't help the little noise of surprise that escapes him, and opens his mouth willingly.
It breifly crosses his mind that this is super weird. He's coerced this guy into his petty revenge and, sure, the whole point was to make out in public, but now he's being frenched by someone that he can count the number of times he's spoken to on one hand, and there's a tongue in his mouth and an arm slipping round his waist and he doesn't even care how weird it is anymore because it's kind of nice. He's been more than a little worked up since Gwen dumped him at the start of the season, and hey, attention is attention.
Duncan throws his grudge about the guys height out the window, reaches up a little to wrap both arms around his neck to pull him in closer, and Scott licks into his mouth in a way that makes him moan. He's very much backed up into the wall, getting worked over by someone he doesn't even like as a friend, and he knows they're making quite the spectacle but it doesn't matter because it's getting hot and heavy and christ there's no way Scott's straight. No chance at all. Straight men don't kiss men like this, even under duress. The redhead seems to be getting really into it and he wonders if there's a chance this is going to go somehwere else later. Hell, they're both single, what's the harm?
When a knee slips between his legs he knows he makes the most embarassing noise- It's not his fault, he wasn't expecting it, but apparently his vocal enthusiasm is a step too far because the show ends then and there. The redhead breaks them apart, a decidedly indecent trail of spit hanging between them that the taller of the two wipes away with a smirk. Duncan is just a little bit dazed and it takes him a moment to recollect himself and do the same.
"Good enough for you?" Scott asks, tone playful.
Duncan blinks at him, remembers exactly why they were doing this, and glances over to where the two girls the whole show was for are still sat on the lounger. Gwen is giggling something feirce behind a pale hand, practically falling over herself, and Courtney-
Courtney is staring at them, mouth agape, one eyebrow raised. It's not an expression that screames jealousy, exactly, but he thinks she got the message. Maybe too many people got the message, because there are actually a lot of eyes on them right now, and jeez isn't this awkward.
Duncan does his best to play it cool "Uh huh. Where was that energy the first time?" he teases, and Scott goes just a little red in the face again. It's kind of endearing. Okay, so it's not like he's bad looking, and he turned out to be a pretty good kisser- He wouldn't even mind going another round, and from the heat behind that encounter he reckons the feeling's mutual.
"Eh, I didn't know if I could. Um. Yknow, with a guy." he cuts himself off, looking away and Duncan laughs.
"Dude, you are so gay."
"Ever heard the term bisexual?"
It's even funnier having his own line thrown back at him. The punk loses his air of awkwardness, no longer caring that there are people still staring at them "Whatever. Glad I could help out with your gay awakening." he smirks something devilish, decides to shoot his shot "Feel like doing a little more experimenting? Y'know, somewhere else?"
Scott pauses for a second, and then busts out laughing right in his face "Oh man, no way." he chokes out through giggles "You're not my type."
Duncan straightens up with a scowl "Excuse me?" he demands, offended "You've been bisexual for all of three seconds and you already have a type?"
"Yeah." the redhead says plainly, completely casual about the whole thing "And you don't cut it."
"What's wrong with me?" the punk asks, and he can't help that little bit of insecurity that sneaks into his voice.
Scott snickers at him, counting off points on his fingers "Well you're short, and ugly, and your hair is stupid-"
"Hey, fuck you, freckles. You're not exactly a prize yourself."
"Quit trying to get with me then." he grins, all sharp teeth and smug energy "Now if you're done I've gotta go tell some guy I hate that he has a nice ass. Psyche him out, y'know?"
And with that he strides away, leaving Duncan standing slack jawed and deeply confused. What the fuck was that?
He glances over to where Courtney is still staring, and Gwen is still laughing, and he's so angry that for a second he completely forgets he's not on speaking terms with his most notorious ex. The punk storms over to ask-
"What the hell did you see in him?"
And Courtney must be in enough shock that she also forgets they aren't speaking to each other, because in return she asks with an expression that can only be described as abject disgust "What did you see in him?"
Duncan flounders, because that is not what this is about "Nothing! That wasn't- I dont like him, Court."
"Could've fooled me." Gwen interjects "Seriously, both of you went for the guy that doesn't shower? What does that say about me?"
"It was a lapse of judgement." Courtney reassures her girlfriend "And he's really not so bad once you get to know him."
"Yeah, agree to disagree." Duncan growls "There's something wrong with him. Like, what the fuck is his problem?"
The three glance over to where there's suddenly a huge splash in the pool. Mike surfaces, wet and fully clothed and furious, and grabs a laughing Scott by the leg of his jeans to pull him in with him. The ensuing fight isn't pretty.
"Hmm. Couldn't tell you if I tried, but he's a good friend." Courtney shrugs noncommittally.
"Should someone step in? I'm pretty sure they're trying to drown each other." the goth beside her notes apathetically.
"Good." Duncan scowls at the boys in the water "I hope that ginger halfwit fucking dies."
"I think someone's jealous." Courtney leans back on the lounger, done with this conversation "And it sure isn't me. Nice stunt, Duncan. Hope you got at least something out of it."
The punk glances between the two girls, realising that this had not at all gone to plan. Nobody cared. All that happened is that he made out with a guy he would never look twice at in any other context and then got rejected to boot. How needlessly embarrassing.
"Y'know what? Fuck you too. I don't need this crap." he declares, and stalks off back into the shadows of the party. At least he's got the spiked punch to comfort him.