Peter and Duncan

SpongeBob’s Secret Valentine

2008-02-13T22:07:00.000-08:00

Title: SpongeBob’s Secret Valentine
Authors: Nicole and Tarabeth
Couple: Peter and Duncan

Peter entered the living room and sat on the couch. "I hope one of those is for me," he said as he leaned in to kiss Duncan. Duncan sat on the floor watching television and using the coffee table for a desk while he signed and addressed SpongeBob Square Pants valentines.

Duncan tilted his head up toward Peter, but he didn't take his eyes off the television as he shoved another valentine into an envelope and sealed it. "SpongeBob says 'Yours is already done.' And I say, 'no snooping for it.'"

Peter gave a look of shock. "Me? Snoop? Never. What are you watching that could possibly be more exciting than kissing me?"

Duncan laughed, turning around and kissing him back. "American Idol. You can wait for a commercial. Simon's comments wait for no man."

Peter groaned. "Has another season started already?" he asked, dreading having to live through another season of smoopy pop music.

"Already? It's been forever." Duncan shoved the last valentine into an envelope and let out a whoop. "Finished!"

"Good, come have a cuddle then." Peter took hold of Duncan's hand to help him onto the couch. "I didn't realize you had so many lovers on the side," Peter said, smiling and motioning towards all of Duncan's finished valentines.

"You never asked." Duncan shrugged, settling down on the couch next to Peter and snuggling in. "Besides, you're my favorite." He grinned.

"Oh, thank goodness." Peter over dramatically gripped his heart. "I was worried. But seriously Dunc, who are all those valentines for?"

"Everybody at work. I even have one for Shirley," he said with a bit of a grimace. "So she wouldn't feel left out."

"Well that is great, Duncan, I know you two have had a rough year. I am proud of you for taking the high road," Peter said pulling Duncan in close to kiss his cheek.

Duncan smiled and nodded, leaning further into him. His eyes glazed over as he watched the screen. When Peter nudged him up to bed, he shuffled up the stairs, forgetting all about the bigger, frilly valentine he'd hidden under the others with nothing but, "From Your Secret Admirer" written on the front.

Peter stayed downstairs to close the house up for the evening. He smiled as he saw Duncan's Valentines in a messy pile on the coffee table. Peter picked up the pile of cards and began to shuffle them together, but there was one valentine that was much larger than the rest, a beautiful hand made valentine. Red, pink and white construction paper hearts layered on top of fancy white and foil doilies and written in Duncan's beautiful calligraphy the words, "From Your Secret Admirer." Peter's heart filled with love for his handsome partner. He knew he shouldn't, but he opened the card to read Duncan's inscription: "Meet me for lunch at The Garden Terrace Restaurant at 12:30. I will have a lavender rose so that you can recognize me."

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Duncan woke up early the next day, before the sun was up. He dressed quietly, and before he left, took a different valentine than the one Peter had discovered the night before, elaborately hand-made, on Peter's chest. He kissed his forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day! I love you." He then swept up the other valentines and headed off to work. He had a bit of planning to do before everyone got there.

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Peter awoke and reached towards Duncan, hoping for a little early morning Valentine's Day love making, only to find no Duncan and a beautiful handmade valentine lying on his chest. The only problem was this wasn't the valentine he had spied last night. He read this valentine: "Peter you have stolen my heart. I never thought I would fall for a criminal. With all my love, Duncan." Peter got out of bed, smiling to himself thinking that Duncan must be up to one of his tricks and figured he would discover the lunch invitation at another point in the morning. He made the bed and removed the elaborately wrapped box from the closet packing it in his briefcase, so it would be available to present to Duncan at lunch.

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Duncan got to his office before everyone else, delivering valentines around the building. He made sure the frilly valentine was in a very auspicious place on Shirley's desk. Over the course of the morning, he collected a bunch of valentines of his own, and grinned to himself as he saw the spring in Shirley's step. It was just too good. He left a little early for lunch as well, driving over to the Garden Terrace. There, he set up a vase with a lavender rose in it, and another valentine underneath. This one said "Gotcha!" on the inside. When he was done, he found a place to hide and watch.

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Peter continued through his morning classes; he asked Nick to cover the afternoon classes, anticipating the arrival of the valentine. But when the lunch bell rang at 11:55 and there was still no sign of the valentine, Peter got worried and decided he should leave for the restaurant to ensure he was on time.

Peter arrived at the restaurant and headed towards the table with the single lavender rose. He smiled looking around for Duncan as he slid the valentine out from under the vase. He glimpsed down at the valentine and looked up in confusion to see a panic stricken Duncan.

Duncan snatched up the valentine. "That isn't for you! What are you doing here?"

Peter sensed that something was very wrong. Giving Duncan a very stern look, he said, "What are you doing here?"

Duncan slipped the valentine behind his back and thought about how to answer that question. "I.... Um." Think quick, Black.... "I asked you first."

"Duncan," Peter growled.

"You wouldn't even have known to be here if you hadn't been -snooping-!" Duncan snapped, stamping his foot.

"Duncan Thomas Black, answer my question," Peter demanded.

Duncan scowled at him, but he realized that he wouldn't be getting away without answering. "That valentine was for Shirley. I was going to trick her into coming here and having to eat alone."

Peter sadly removed the wrapped package from his pocket and set it on the table. Glancing at his watch he realized it was almost 12:30, "Duncan, I expect you to sit here and have a pleasant lunch with Shirley. You will apologize for your part in the difficult relationship the two of you have had and you will offer to make friends. You will return to work, finish your day, and then come directly home so that we can discuss this."

Duncan sighed and sat down at the table, pulling the rose in front of him to wait for Shirley. This day was going to be the worse Valentine's Day ever! Not only was he now going to be forced into having lunch with Shirley, but he knew what Peter meant by 'discussing this.' "You have to go before Shirley gets here," he said petulantly.

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Peter used the rest of his afternoon off to calm down and prepare for his discussion with Duncan.

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Duncan didn't have to wait long before Shirley came. Though he rushed them a bit through lunch, he -did- apologize for being a pest, and once they got past that, it wasn't terrible. Not that he'd choose to have lunch with her again. The rest of the afternoon passed far too quickly, and before he knew it, he was walking in the house.

Peter looked up at Duncan as he entered the house. "Hi," he said.

Duncan sat down his briefcase and stood there, trying not to look like he wanted to be anywhere else. "Hi."

Peter reached out his hand, offering it to Duncan. “Come here baby.”

"I'd rather not. Look, I'm sorry about what happened today. But I don't think we need to talk about it." Duncan headed for the stairs to go change.

Peter got up off of the couch and followed Duncan upstairs. He entered the bedroom as Duncan was changing. "I think there are several things we need to talk about. I am sorry I snooped. I jumped to a wrong conclusion and got my feelings hurt. I realize that is my own fault."

Duncan looked him, a flash of anger in his eyes. "You're right! You shouldn't have been snooping. This is all your fault."

Peter sighed. "Duncan, I have acknowledged my fault in this situation. The trick you intended to play on Shirley was mean and cruel. Why would you do that to someone?"

"For the same reason she never gives me credit for the stuff I do, and the way she chooses other people to do special projects, and never me," Duncan snapped.

Peter spoke with a kind voice, hoping it might start to calm Duncan. "I am not condoning any of the things she has done, but what you were going to do today would have seriously hurt her and it could have cost you your job."

"So what?" Duncan muttered, mildly calmed by Peter's change in tone. "Then I wouldn't have to work for her anymore."

Peter slowly moved over towards Duncan, and pulled him into a hug. "Honey, if you don't want to work for her, you don't have to. You can quit, but it isn't okay for you to damage your career by seeking revenge against her."

Duncan sighed, leaning into the hug. "Fine. I said I was sorry. And she didn't even find out. She thought it was nice I would treat her to lunch.

Peter led Duncan over to the bed. They both sat down. "Yes Duncan, I am glad it worked out positively, but what would have happened if I hadn't shown up."

"No one knows that, Peter. But it didn't. Can't we just let it go?" Duncan looked at him pleadingly.

"Honey, that's not how our relationship works," Peter said, helping Duncan to stand up. "You need to be able to go to work tomorrow with a clean slate."

Duncan really felt like he could do that anyway, but he knew he had to honor the bounds of their relationship. He sighed, letting Peter take the reins.

Peter unfastened Duncan's slacks and lowered them along with Duncan's briefs to his to his knees. He carefully guided Duncan over his lap and asked, "Why are you getting this spanking?"

“Because you think I need a spanking to have a clean conscience,” Duncan replied.

Peter sighed, stood Duncan up, pulled up his briefs and slacks. “I really don’t want to spank you on Valentine’s Day, if that is what you think, we’re not doing this,” Peter stated, and got up and left the room.

Duncan sat on the bed, wondering where this day had gone wrong. His vision of this evening had been for Peter to come home from work to find a trail of Duncan’s clothes leading from the front door to a naked Duncan lying on a bed full of rose petals. He had composed a little note for each item of clothing, each one describing something he loved best about Peter and something he wanted Peter to do to him when he reached the bedroom. A tear rolled down his cheek and he decided he needed to go find Peter.

Duncan entered the study to find Peter sitting and staring out the window. “I am sorry Peter, I didn’t mean to ruin our day,” Duncan said through his tears. “I had special plans for this evening.”

Peter pulled Duncan onto his lap. “I know, we can have a romantic evening another time.”

They stayed cuddled together for a while, until Duncan stood up and began to take down his slacks and briefs. “I know why you are spanking me. I was planning to be mean to Shirley. I risked my professional reputation, but most importantly I hurt your feelings.”

Peter nodded, helping him over his lap. "Thank you, Love."

The End.

Duncan's Donut

2007-10-30T22:50:00.000-07:00

Title: Duncan’s Donut
Couple: Peter and Duncan
Author: Tarabeth & Nicole
Words and Music: Sheb Wooley
Implements: Hand

Duncan bumped down the stairs, dressed like a giant Starbuck’s cup of coffee at the sound of the door opening. His grin melted into a shocked frown when he saw Peter on crutches. "What happened to you?"

Peter let out a long sigh, "I sprained my ankle demonstrating proper hurdling technique to the seventh graders."

Duncan wrinkled his nose. "I'll bring you a sandwich, then, while you get dressed and practice walking on those in your costume."

"Duncan, sweetie, I am so sorry, but I can't go to the party. These crutches are killing me and I have got to get my foot up and on ice."

"But you promised! And a cup of coffee's not going to make any sense if you're not coming as 'Duncan's Donut.'"

"I know I did. I'm sorry love, come here, come sit with me," Peter motioned to Duncan to come join him on the sofa. Duncan waddled to the sofa and started to sit, but found he was unable to bend at the waist.

"Fuck!" Duncan looked at his costume, then at the couch and tried a different tactic, falling back onto the couch, but the costume bent in strange places, and it was uncomfortable. So he pushed himself up with a scowl and a kick at the couch. "Stupid costume!"

"Duncan, honey, breathe," Peter tried to calm his partner before he worked himself into a major huff.

Duncan glared at Peter but took a couple of deep breaths. "Well it is a stupid costume, especially if you're not coming." He gave him a beseeching look.

"It isn't stupid, and you love costume parties. All our friends will be there, you should go. I’m sure you will still have a good time without me," Peter said, hoping to reassure his brat. But his reassurances didn't seem to be doing any good as Duncan continued to stand before him with his arms resting on the sides of the cup right about where his hips should be.

"You're seriously not coming?" Duncan scowled, then turned toward the door. "Fine. If you really want to spend Halloween all by yourself, I'm leaving."

"Duncan Thomas Black you get your little caffeinated self back here now," Peter called him with a very stern tone, "I may be injured, but my spanking arm is just fine.”

Duncan sighed and turned back around, waddling a little closer to Peter. "I don't want to be late."

"You didn't want to go a minute ago, so I think you can handle being a little late," Peter said, as he reached out and gently took hold of Duncan's hand. "Duncan, baby, I am so sorry I spoiled our plans," Peter began to softly stroke the palm of Duncan's hand with his thumb, "but, I don't want you going to the party angry."

Duncan calmed a little at the touch. "I'm not angry. I just want you to go with me. Why can't you just try the crutches?"

"Honey, my ankle is swollen and sore, I really need to sit down and ice it."

"So you do want to spend Halloween by yourself," Duncan said flatly. "Can I go now?"

"In a minute," Peter said calmly, unwilling to add fire to Duncan's tantrum, "what time are you going to be home?"

"Maybe around one, one thirty. I'll be quiet when I come in."

Peter slowly counted to five, he knew he was the cause of Duncan's unhappiness, but he was in pain, tired and at the end of his patience, and he did not appreciate being pushed. "What time do you have to be at work in the morning."

"I'll just go to bed a little early tomorrow night, Peter. It'll be fine."

Peter’s voice began to show that his patience was running low, "That was not what I asked. Please answer my question."

"I have to be there by 8:30." Duncan was beginning to sound a little impatient himself.

"So, don't you think maybe you should come home a little earlier than one-thirtyish?" Peter asked.

"Why don't you just tell me when you want me here?" Duncan grumbled.

"Fine, I would like you home at 11:00 pm."

"That's so early! The party will only be half over by then."

"You asked and I set a time," Peter said, giving Duncan a stern look, "Please ask Nick and Marty to walk you home after the party."

Duncan sighed. "Yes sir. Now can I go?"

"I'd like a kiss," Peter requested.

Duncan leaned over and shook his head. "I can't reach." He puckered up, pushing his head toward the edge of his costume, but Peter was going to have to come get it.

Peter shook his head with sheer frustration and blew Duncan a kiss, “Have a good time, brat.”

"Bye Peter." Duncan blew a kiss back and headed to the party.

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The party was in high gear when Duncan arrived. The first thing he noticed was how all the couples were pared out in their complimentary costumes, and there he stood a lone boring cup of coffee.

Duncan noticed Nick and Marty standing by the bar. He couldn’t make out what they were dressed as. Marty had kept it top secret. Marty’s was leaning up against the bar and looked like he was wearing a very unflattering black dress. Nick was facing the bar; he was wearing black slacks, a black shirt, and what looked like a white mini skirt and white scarf.

Marty noticed Duncan and waved him over to the bar. Duncan arrived at the bar and immediately asked the bartender for a shot of Tequila. He had already quickly downed the shot before Nick asked about Peter. Duncan sighed and ordered another shot. After downing the second shot, he replied, “Couldn’t make it. What the fuck are you two supposed to be anyway?”

Nick and Marty each turned around, so that Nick was now facing Duncan and Marty was facing the bar. Nick stood before him with a very large electrical plug fit snug around his waist. Marty bent forward and shook his butt, which had a big electric socket on it. Duncan started to double over with laughter, but only made a half bend as his costume prevented any bending at the waist.

“Fuck! I hate this damn costume,” Duncan exclaimed.

Duncan’s mood slowly began to improve as the evening wore on; it was greatly aided by continued shots of Tequila.

It was 12:30, when Duncan realized that guests were beginning to say their goodbyes. ‘Fuck,’ Duncan thought, ’12:30 a.m., when did that happen? Peter is going to kill me,’ Duncan waved goodbye to his friends and waddled home as quickly as he could.

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Peter heard Duncan struggling to get his keys into the lock, and let out a sigh saying, “Thanks Nick, he’s home…ya…I’ll talk to you later, bye,” and turned the phone off, giving Duncan an exasperated look as his partner made his way through the front door, “Why are you so late, and where the hell have you been?”

Duncan giggled, he wasn’t so drunk any more, but he still had a very nice buzz going, “Well I saw the thing comin' out of the sky, it had the one long horn, one big eye. It was a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater.”

Peter shook his head, and questioned, “One-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater?”

Duncan continued with his giggles, “Yepp, a one-eyed, one-horned, flyin' purple people eater.”

“That sure would look strange to me,” Peter commented, and again shaking his head, ‘One eye?’ He thought, oh, Duncan could come up with the best excuses. Peter snapped his fingers and motioned for Duncan to come over to the couch.

Duncan waddled over to Peter and before he knew what was happening, he was laying across Peter’s lap. ‘Crap,’ Duncan thought, ‘even injured, he can move fast.’

Peter looked down and realized that Duncan’s butt was protected by his large costume; he let out a sigh, and tried to figure out how he was going spank Duncan through the large coffee cup.

Duncan looked back over his shoulder, and noticed that his costume made it virtually impossible for Peter to spank him, ‘This is the best costume ever he thought!’ Duncan was elated to find himself in this position with his costume providing protection, he smiled, started to hum, and then continued on with the tale of his lateness, “Well he came down to earth and he lit in a tree, I said, ‘Mr. Purple People Eater, don't eat me.’ I heard him say in a voice so gruff, ‘I wouldn't eat you cuz you're so tough,’”

Duncan was just starting in on another verse, “It was a one-eyed, one-horned,” when he quickly felt his costume sliding beneath him, his shorts and boxers being yanked down, and a very firm swat landing on his bottom. Duncan let out a yelp, which echoed off the walls of his costume.

Peter continued to land a furry of swats.

Duncan’s yelps turned to cries, and having to listen to the echoes of his crying seemed to only worsen his embarrassment, fear and pain, all of which only made his cry harder.

After having turned Duncan’s bottom a shade closely resembling purple, Peter turned Duncan over, lifted the large coffee cup over his head and off, and cradled his partner in his arms, “It’s okay Dunc, we’re all done,” he cooed into Duncan’s ear while he gently rubbed Duncan’s back.

Duncan’s cries soon transitioned to long and hiccupped breaths.

Peter continued to rub Duncan’s back, “So, again I’ll ask, why were you late, and where did that story come from?”

Duncan had a simple answer, “Tequila.”
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Coming Soon

2007-10-19T18:37:00.000-07:00

Peter and Duncan are on their way...and should be around to meet you soon.