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“You know what they say, Duncan,” Courtney rests an engagement ring clad hand on her fiancé's chest. “The bride and groom can't be together the night before the wedding.”
Duncan rolls his eyes. “Court, you've got to be kidding me,” he crosses his arms. “I thought you were joking.”
“We talked about this. My parents didn't see each other until my mom walked down the aisle, and that's the way we're gonna do it too!” Courtney stomps her foot down to validate her point.
“You're cute when you're angry,” he smirks. At this response, she groans and promptly turns to leave their cozy gathering at one of the nooks at the charming hotel they had been hosting their wedding party.
Duncan grabs his fiancée's waist and pulls her close to him before she can make it far. He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and sighs. “Alright, you win. We won't see each other until tomorrow.”
Courtney breaks out into a sweet smile. “Thank you,” she kisses his cheek.
“Hold up! I'm gonna need more than just a cheek kiss if I don't get to see you until tomorrow, sweetheart,” Duncan protests, raising his eyebrows.
“We still have the rest of dinner tonight,” she holds his face in her hands, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.
“We can't make out at the dining table!” Duncan pouts.
“You have the libido of a 14-year-old boy!“ Courtney rolls her eyes in disgust. “Don't worry. You'll get your kiss after dinner. Don't look forward to it too much.” With that, she walks off to return to the hotel’s restaurant, where their friends were having dinner. Duncan sighs in desperation, but still follows her out.
After dinner, Geoff, DJ, Courtney, Duncan, and Bridgette all stand around in the hotel lobby, talking before they had to head up to their rooms for bed. “Hey, are you and Courtney sleeping together tonight?” Geoff nudges Duncan.
“What do you mean? Of course, we sleep together every night,” Duncan smirks at his own childish sexual innuendo.
“Cut it out!” Courtney smacks the side of his head and rolls her eyes. “No, Geoff, we are not sleeping together tonight.”
“Courtney,” her mother comes up to the group as they’re all laughing. “I need to borrow you and Duncan. We still don't have sleeping arrangements for the both of you.”
They wave goodbye to their friends, since this was probably the last time they’d be seeing each other until the wedding tomorrow. “Duncan, you'll be sleeping with Drew and Dean. That's okay, right?” She asks as they step into the elevator. She hits the button for the ninth floor, where most of their guests were residing.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” he suppresses a frown. Great. He wouldn't be able to sleep with his fiancée, but the alternative was that he sleeps with his two younger brothers? It didn’t work out with anybody else? He would have been way happier with his older brothers.
Drew and Dean were both still in college, and both still very immature. As much as he denounced it, for the most part, Duncan was a civilized adult. He had an apartment, a stable job, and a fiancée. He wasn't the same punk he was before, and hanging out with his annoying younger brothers really brought out the juvenile in him.
“Courtney,” her mother begins again. “You can sleep in the room that you and Duncan stayed in last night.”
Duncan’s eyes widen. “How come Princess over here gets to sleep alone and I have to sleep with my brothers?”
His fiancée elbows him in the rib. “Well, these hotel rooms are registered under my name, so it’s only fair that I get our room,” Courtney states, matter-of-factly.
Courtney’s mother shrugs and the elevator doors open. “Courtney, you’re still in room 916. Duncan, your brothers’ room is five doors down. Well, I'm off,” she kisses her daughter's forehead and walks away. “Goodnight!”
Courtney turns to Duncan and grabs his hand. “Walk me to my room?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“If you want your kiss, then no,” she purses her lips.
“916, was it? This way,” he immediately drags her out of the elevator and into the hallway.
“Don't get too eager!” Courtney giggles. They arrive at their room, and she reaches to pull the key card out from the back pocket of her pants, but Duncan has already swiped it off of her. “It’s scary how good of a pickpocket you’d be.”
“I was,” he chuckles and dangles it in front of her face in victory before using it to unlock the door. She swings it open, revealing their disheveled mess from the night before. He lets her walk in front of him, ushering her in as he closes the heavy door.
“So... this is it, I guess,” she nervously shifts her balance from one foot to the other.
“The next time I see you, you'll be wearing a white dress…” Duncan says.
“You’ll be wearing a suit!” Courtney beams.
“Are you sure I can’t wear my Chucks?” Duncan teases. Her jaw goes slack and she punches him slightly in the arm, only for him to pull her close to him with inhuman speed.
She breathes timidly, locking her arms around his neck. He stares into her lustful eyes, feeling the exact same hunger that he knew she was feeling. Duncan lowers his lips onto hers slowly, delicately holding her face in his hands, as if it was porcelain.
Suddenly, their tension bubbles to the surface. Despite trying to remain modest with her kiss, Courtney quickly loses control and kisses him maddeningly in realization that she wouldn't be seeing him again until tomorrow. Duncan grins through their eager kisses and swiftly breaks away from her, leaving his fiancée distraught.
“Duncan…” Courtney whimpers softly, in an attempt to get close to him once again. He almost loses his mind.
“Your rules, Princess. The bride and groom can't be together the night of the wedding,” he flashes her a wicked smirk.
“Can we have a quickie?” Her voice stays low as her fingers travel down his torso. “Please?”
Hearing the strain in her voice was unfortunately making him even harder than he already was, but he wanted to prove a point, and he wasn't going to just give up because Courtney was horny. “I’m afraid I can't help today, baby doll.”
Courtney frowns, shoving him away. “Ugh! What kind of guy refuses some action? Get out of my room!” She pushes him out the door and back into the hallway.
Duncan gathers himself and makes it ten steps before he’s questioning if he made the right decision, as if the hardness in his jeans wasn’t making it obvious enough. He looks back to the closed door. It was tempting him like a briefcase with a million dollars in it.
There was just no way.
He turns around and walks back to their room, using his own key card to open the door. Courtney pokes her head out of the bathroom, where she was removing her makeup. “Duncan? Is that you?”
He closes the door behind him and meets her gaze, letting his eyes rake over her body. In the time that he had walked away, she had changed into her pajamas.
Her tight, two-piece, silk sleep set. It wasn’t helping the situation in his pants one bit.
“I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, Princess,” Duncan marches up to her and grabs her waist. “I need you,” he latches onto her lips again, without asking.
Courtney instantly pushes him away, her breathing heavy and uneven. “Sorry,” she snickers as she backs him up against the wall. “I’m afraid I can’t help today, baby doll,” she mocks what he had said to her earlier.
“Oh, come on, Courtney! I’m sorry. Please?” Duncan pleads. He traces hearts on her bare shoulder, hoping the intimate touching helps his case.
She shrugs his touch away and crosses her arms, steadfast in her choice. “You had your chance, Duncan. You’ll get some tomorrow night, after we get married.”
Duncan groans. “I can’t believe you’re making me go sleep with my brothers while I’m in this condition,” he gestures to his pants. Courtney can barely contain her laughter as her eyes travel down to the bulge in his jeans.
“You’ll survive,” she walks over to her suitcase to pull out her skincare bag. “Bye now, honey.”
He sighs and slowly places his hand on the door handle, just in case she had a change of heart after watching him leave.
“Duncan, wait.”
There it was.
He promptly turns around, and Courtney is already leaping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso as she runs her fingers through his hair.
Duncan hardens his grip on her backside and kisses her passionately, once again. He walks them over to their unmade bed, and drops her onto the mattress. She pulls him on top of her by the collar of his shirt, before suddenly detaching their lips.
“No,” she scoots up on the bed, distancing herself from him. “We shouldn’t, Duncan.”
He sighs. A tryst just wasn’t in the cards tonight for them. “Yeah, you’re probably right, Princess.” He meets her eyes, dark with discordant desires. He could usually see right through her, but she was an enigma today.
“Fuck it, I need you,” she lets go of all resistance and meets his mouth again, straddling him on the bed. When their tongues meet, he knows that they’re too far gone for any more interruptions, and that they’d be consummating their marriage a night early.
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“Princess, I need to get to my brothers’ room,” Duncan softly nudges the girl resting on his bare chest. Their quickie had turned into an hour of brash sex, and Duncan knew he was running out of time.
“No, don’t go,” Courtney tightens her hold on him. “Stay with me.”
He glances at the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly midnight. If he didn’t show up soon, his brothers would surely do something stupid, like tell Ma. If Ma found out, she’d tell Courtney’s mom, and that was just additional drama that Duncan did not want on his wedding day.
“I wish I could stay,” he uses his index finger to pull her chin towards his face. He plants one last doting kiss on her lips. “You’re perfect. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow. I love you,” He shuffles out of bed.
Courtney blushes profusely as she walks him over to the door. “I love you, too. I’ll see you tomorrow, Duncan,” she waves bashfully before closing the door for the last time. She neglects to mention the lipstick smeared all over his face.
Duncan smiles to himself, satisfied with their encounter. He makes his way to his brothers’ room and knocks on the door politely once he’s five doors down.
Drew opens the door. “Hey man, heard about the sitch – what the fuck is on your face?”
“What?” Duncan asks.
Dean peeks out from his bed, where he'd been playing some video game, and immediately bursts into laughter.
“What is it?” Duncan shouts as he files into the bathroom, only for the mirror to reveal his face coated in Courtney's lipstick. He quickly wipes it off with the back of his hand. “Nothing to see here, guys.”
“Just wait until we tell Ma!” Drew sneers.
“Shut up before I rip your head off! Nothing happened, you asshole. I just kissed her goodnight,” Duncan lies through his teeth.
“That's quite the goodnight kiss,” Dean comments. Duncan can practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
“You’re dead if you mention anything to Ma,” Duncan threatens.
Drew clears his throat to avoid any further conflict between the brothers. “Dean and I are taking the beds, so you have to sleep on the pull-out, Duncan.”
“You can't be serious! I'm getting married tomorrow!”
“Not our problem,“ Drew snickers, walking back to his bed.
Duncan sighs in defeat as he begins to disassemble the pull-out couch. He glances at his watch. It was now past midnight. “Great start to my wedding day,” he mutters under his breath.