♡StarStruck♡ Duncan X Male!OC

Sick Day

^!No smut just Fluff!^

*Damien*

Light flitted into the room and over your eyes. When you opened your eyes you found yourself laying on Duncan's chest. Your heart picked up and you rolled away gently to face the other wall, only in part to block out the sun. You heard Duncan shift and arms pull you back against his chest. "admit it already. I know you like me." He hummed in your ear. You blushed and turned to look at him. You were met with a smug smile and gentle but mischievious eyes.

You blushed hard and looked away. "Aww c'mon, don't hide those pretty eyes from me." Duncan purred. You groaned and rolled off the bed and almost onto the floor. Duncan caught your before you could fall. "Hey! Save the falling on the floor for when your not sick." He exclained, pulling you back into the addictively warm bed. "Duncaaan.." You growled. "I need a shower! Lemme go!" Duncan let you go on the far end of the bed so you couldn't roll off. You blew raspberries at Duncan, sat up and slid out of bed, slowly pulling off your tee before you disappeared behind the locked bathroom door.

You turned on the shower and stepped into the confortably broiling water. You listened to the water plinking off of the tiles and Duncan attepting to pick the bathroom lock. "Duncan!" You shouted. "Knock it off! I'll be out in a minute!" The picking stopped and you were able to enjoy a quick shower. You stepped out from behind the curtain and in to the steamy air. Clothes had been set on the counter and the mirror had been wiped. So Duncan had gotten in. At least he had left again instead of staying.

You blowdried and brushed your hair before taking a pair of scissors and clipping it back down to about your shoulders.

You dressed, quickly covering the many scars that rippled across your toned chest. When you stepped out of the bathroom Duncan was waiting paitently on the bed. You smiled a little and got your guitar out of the closet before sitting down to practice. "I completely forgot you played guitar." Duncan laid on his back while you played, humming to whatever tune you strummed. Duncan kept starring at you before you remembered that you'd cut your hair. You flicked a strand out of your eyes and looked back at Duncan. "What?" You asked already knowing what he would say. "You cut your hair." "It'll grow back. It was about time for a trim anyway."

"I liked it long.." Duncan says a little hurt. "The longer my hair grows out, the longer my fur grows. If I were to shave my head I'd have super short fur. If it grows out, I'd have a mane like a lion." Duncan grinned at the thought of your fur looking like a mane. "No," You smiled, knowing what he was thinking. "I tried that style already, and I'm not growing my hair that long again. Too many tangles." Duncan laughed. "But it would look so cool! I like this new cut though. It looks good on you." You smiled and continued playing your little tune.

Duncan hummed along and sang a little bit of a verse. "You know Cavetown?" You asked, a little astonished. "Yeah, a little bit. He's pretty chill and his music's good for relaxing." You continued playing and tried to sing the song as smoothly as you could, trading and high notes for mid or low notes if they fit properly into the melody. Duncan hummed with you, hitting the alto notes perfectly.

Duncan was easing himself over to you as you played and sang. When he was right next to you he bagan to gently kiss your neck. You squirmed, ticklish. Duncan pulled away. "You okay?" You nodded, embarrassed. "I'm just.. ticklish.." You mumbled. Duncan laughed at you. "Really? So your not uncomfortable or something? Just ticklish?" You began to laugh with him. "It's not funny!" But it was. It was funny. You stopped laughing long enough to set your guitar down, before laughing again. Duncan pulled you down with him and you laid next to him on the bed laughing. Duncan finally calmed down and so did you. Duncan rolled on his side and laid, looking at you. "What?" You asked, suddenly self-consious. "I know you like me." He said finally.

"I do.." You said, blushing. "So why havn't you kissed me yet?" Ducan asked, smiling gently. You asked yourself the same thing. Why hadn't you kissed him yet?

So you leaned over slowly and sat face to face with Duncan. Gently you pressed your lips to his. Duncan kissed back, gently at first than deeply, as if he'd been waiting for years to do so. Duncan wrapped his arms around your waist and you wrapped your arms around his back. When you pulled away Duncan was smiling like a fool. "Your such an ass.." You mumbled, blushing. "You kissed me, knucklehead." Duncan said playfully. "Aww crud." You realized something that made you feel like a total jerk. "I'm sick, and just kissed you." Duncan scoffed. "Like whatever you had could kill me. So far the only thing I've seen you do that even realativly close to sick is coughing, sore throat, and a bloody nose, and I'm pretty sure all of that could be from allergies or some wolfy sickness I'm sure you could get."

Sore throat, coughing, bloody nose...
"Did I cough up blood at all while I was asleep?" You demanded. "I dunno, maybe? There's been blood on your pillow twice since the day before yesterday. It's a possibility I suppose." You groaned and flopped back on the bed. "Great." You hid under your pillow. "Barking cough again.."

"The heck is barking cough?" Duncan asked. "It's the aftermath of some respritory infections." You started up a bark-like cough and Duncan rubbed your back soothingly. "alright, well your not leaving the house until this cough goes away, or at the very least calms down." You groaned, and prepared yourself for a very boring weekend.