Duncan x Male OC Fanfic
23 contestants partake in a sadistic reality tv show aired internationally competing for $100,000 at a crappy summer camp. With a slightly unfair contract signed, Zane is the 23rd camper. An antisocial boy who doesn't exactly...
Duncan awoke in the morning to find his partner wasn't by his side, he assumed he was in the bathroom.
Time went on throughout the morning and Duncan had yet to see Zane. He had asked the guys about it but they didn't know either.
While the contestants started the challenge Zane sat in front of the producers.
"We're all for fan service but you really need to stop doing that stuff in front of the cameras," One producer huffed. "Not my fault you put them everywhere, horny teens do what horny teens do. What'd you expect?" Zane smirked. "You sure changed since the last meeting," Another producer commented.
"Yeah dating a delinquent will do that," Zane giggled.
"So what was I called here for besides the accidental porn?" Zane asked.
"You need to stir up more drama, the Courtney thing was good for ratings but unfortunately she sued for wrongful termination. Luckily we won due to the evidence that despite Harold's tampering Duncan, Geoff, you, and Bridgette voted for her so she would've left either way," the leading producer said.
"Oh? More drama? Okay," Zane shrugged.
"No complaining? That's odd, you got a plan already?" someone asked.
"Yeah," Zane replied. "What you got?" another asked.
"It's not really drama but I'm sure the viewers will love it," Zane smirked.
~Time Skip~
"Where were you today?" Duncan huffed holding Zane close and they got in bed. "Ah, just the producers telling me to knock it off with the sexy stuff when the cameras are around," Zane sighed. "Damn, and here I was hoping to fuck right now," Duncan playfully sighed.
(I'm so sorry, I didn't write all day cause I slept in cause my neighbour down the street thinks sitting in his truck every night for an hour listening to heavy bass-boosted music for an hour is a good idea. He's been doing it for over a year now, like I get life sucks but like invest in some headphones dude. He's seriously triggering my misophonia and overwhelming me every night and I'm tempted to just yank his stereo but I ain't got the money for property damages. You might think I'm overreacting but his music is so loud our floor literally vibrates and when it's 11:30 pm and you're sick and all you wanna do is sleep and suddenly you hear thumping and you can feel everything shaking you'd think about doing petty shit too.)
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===Love y'all, I'm gonna sleep now. I'm dizzy and nauseous rn and it sucks.===
