𝟕 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬
this IS a dunhar fic
CW: fighting, they beat each other up, choking, they make out
Harold didn’t even know how he was dragged into this stupid game anyways, maybe it was because of how lonely he was after him and leshawna broke up, but still, he didn’t really have any interest in anyone in the circle.
Heather looked at her phone and got up to knock on the closet doors, which had both Alejandro and Tyler inside.
“Times up” she said, her tone pretty bored
The two boys walked out (of the closet, happy pride month) Alejandro showing off a nonchalant attitude while Tyler’s face was flushed
Harold thought at first that Alejandro had rejected Tyler, but he noticed a closer detail, seeing the two holding hands
He was paying such close attention that he didn’t even notice it was his turn. Eventually he heard Cody next to him whisper “dude it’s your turn”
Embarrassed, harold spun the bottle, his heart racing just a bit. If it landed on Duncan, he was dead for sure.
He watched the bottle spin anxiously until it slowly and eventually came to a stop. He forced his eyes up from the bottle to see…
…Duncan.
He saw Duncan scowl. which, to be fair, Harold didn’t want to do this just as much as he did. but the people in the circle surrounding them seemed intrigued.
“Can I respin?” Harold asked, fidgeting with his hands
“No.” Heather said, so both Duncan and Harold walked to the closet
Harold walked slowly and nervously, his head down. They both reached for the door, their hands accidentally touching. They both pulled away immediately.
god I hope I never have to touch him again.
Once inside, both Duncan and Harold sat down. Harold took off his glasses, “when you beat me up, just try not to break these, they were around 300$, okay?” Harold said and put the glasses on a shelf in the closet.
Duncan’s response to this was to pick them up and snap them in half.
“Gosh!” Harold protested, but before an argument could be made, Duncan used the broken end of the glasses to hit Harold across the face, leaving a cut. Duncan dropped the glasses and used his fist this time, punching the ginger haired boy across the face, then the stomach, to which Harold crouched forward. Duncan pushed him on his back, knocking the breath out of him. Duncan sat on top of his legs and pulled his hair back.
Then Duncan leaned towards Harold’s face, “you said you wanted this didn’t you?”
“No I fucking didn’t!” Harold defended, “but I expect something like this from you!” He glared at Duncan as Duncan continued to smile.
“Well would you expect something like…this?” He said, but before Harold could react,
Duncan leaned in and kissed him.
Harold’s eyes grew wide in shock. He would never imagine, Duncan of all people to kiss him, he saw this as an opportunity though.
His hands traced up behind Duncan’s neck, earning a hum from Duncan. he proceeded to undo the choker he was wearing and grabbed it, carefully. Then he pushed Duncan off of him, giving him a good couple of punches before pinning him against the closet wall. He flipped the choker to the spiky side, and pressed it against Duncan’s neck, proceeding to choke him.
Duncan struggled for air but Harold could tell, he was enjoying this. His cheek grew red as he saw Duncan smirk, to which Harold leaned in, ultimately pressing the choker harder against the other boy’s neck, and kissed him again.
They stayed like that for a while, pulling away a couple times for breath before going back. Duncan grabbed Harold’s waist and pulled him closer, Harold then wrapped his arms around Duncan, and for some reason..he never wanted to let go.
It wasn’t that he liked Duncan or anything maybe he was just lonely tonight.
Or maybe he did, maybe he liked switching between kissing and fighting, maybe he just wanted a nice blend of Duncan’s lips and fists…
..right?
