Dandruff

The low rumble of the dryer melded with the pitter-patter of the light rain outside. Phoenix had held true to his promise of forcing Jacob to wash the soiled bed sheet. The boy sat pouting atop the washing machine, cursing his rotten luck. He’d put up a good fight to get out of laundry duty, however a few unsettling threats and well-aimed punches were enough to make him compliant. Fucking violent bastard… At least he got somewhat even by dousing the red sheet with bleach while it was going through the spin cycle in the washing machine. There were going to be large, white spots he couldn’t explain to Felicity very easily all over the expensive linen. It was the little victories in life that made it feel worthwhile.

It’d been about an hour since he’d last seen Phoenix. The lawyer had abruptly exited the bedroom and disappeared once he was done ‘basking in his afterglow’. That was fine anyway; Jacob’s sore ass and bruised ego needed time to recover. His stomach growled loudly. He was starving. He really did lose track of time, but he knew it had been a long while since he had lunch… Juanita was conveniently missing in action, so what was there to eat for dinner? As if on cue, Phoenix sauntered into the laundry room, fully dressed in a plain white T-shirt and jeans. He propped himself against the doorway, eyeing the boy indifferently.

“Hey, you,” he said. “I bought Chinese. If you have a problem with that, I don’t want to hear it.”

“Perfect timing; I’m hungry as hell,” Jacob slid off the appliance, wincing a bit at the pain that shot through his lower back and behind as he did so. “What did you get me?”

“You’re not even going to thank me?” mock hurt tainted the usually smooth baritone. Great, now Phoenix was in one of his scary, ‘playful’ moods. Just what the doctor ordered.

“Uh, thank you?”

Obviously, that was not the response Phoenix was looking for, because he refused to stop blocking the exit. It would’ve been naïve for Jacob to have been surprised. After all, nothing was simple with his dear guardian. He now stood directly in front of the man, so close that all that was in his line of vision was a broad chest. He cleared his throat impatiently. Phoenix hadn’t budged an inch. His eyes grudgingly flickered up to the other’s amused face.

“You’re in my way.”

“You still haven’t thanked me properly.”

“But it’s your duty to feed me…”

“A little gratitude goes a long way.”

“Phoenix, I’m really fucking hungry. Can we do this later?”

“I already ate, so I’m not the one who’s suffering while you waste time.”

“I said thanks, didn’t I?” to say Jacob was beginning to get pissed off was an understatement.

“You’re right,” those were words no one would’ve ever expected Phoenix to say to Jacob. “Let me make it up to you.”

“What?” the teenager was dumbfounded, blinking slowly, his mouth agape. Who was this alien and what had he done with the real Phoenix Scofield?

It was all made clear when the distinct reverberation of a zipper being undone rang out. Green eyes darted downwards in time to see the obscenely large erection being whipped out of the man’s jeans.

Phoenix shook it at him lewdly. “There should be a thick mouthful of cream in here just for you if you wrap that pretty mouth of yours around it.”

“...Consider shock therapy. Really, you need help.”

“Aw, but I’m spoiling you rotten, letting you have dessert before dinner…”

Jacob’s stomach cramped, reminding him that he needed to eat something immediately, and preferably not semen. “But that might ruin my appetite,” he played along in this twisted game, hoping to wrangle his way out of this predicament.

“That’s fine; it’s a good source of protein.”

“Stop being a cunt,” so much for playing along.

“You know what you have to do.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“A certain whore should stop talking to his superior like that or he’s going to end up with broken limbs. Just because you performed decently today doesn’t mean I’m above hurting you for real. Personally, I think bandages can be sexy…”

No one should be able to go from playful to menacing in a matter of seconds like that. Then again, Phoenix was always menacing. The younger male took a step back, not liking the dangerous glint in those narrowed, blue eyes.

“But I’m a fair man,” the attorney continued, the furious aura abating as soon as it appeared. “I know your throat must be killing you from all the screaming you did earlier… So I think I’ll make your suffering worth something, because my dick is going in your mouth one way or another. Blow me and I’ll buy you that iPod you want.”

There was a stunned silence before Jacob erupted.

“Do I look like some cheap whore to you?!”
It didn’t matter that he’d blown Craig for one lousy joint. Hypocrisy wasn’t illegal and he was okay with that.

“I’ve seen cheaper. But to answer your question, yes.”

“…Bite me.”

“Tell you what; I’ll even throw in some extra cash since I’m feeling particularly generous today. You could buy yourself a giant vibrator so you won’t be so pissy when I’m not fucking you. Think of it as an early Christmas present.”

“Sans that vibrator suggestion, make it an iPhone and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“No. Your atrocious blowjobs aren’t worth that much. Unless you can prove me wrong…”

“Atrocious blowjobs?! You’re the one trying to choke me, you sicko!”

“I told you, you need to learn how to take all of me. Practice makes perfect, no?”

“I hate you.”

“Come on. Don’t you want that iPhone? Impress me.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”
Morality; a social hindrance.

Within seconds Jacob was on his knees, grasping the thick cock ardently, his tongue teasing the sensitive underside of the head. He peered up into Phoenix’s smug eyes challengingly. He ran the flat of his tongue from the root to the tip, sucking here and there with such enthusiasm that one would think he was in love with a damn penis. One hand slithered down Phoenix’s pants to fondle his balls. Yes, he was going all out. It was for a worthy cause.

He pulled away for a second, much to the man’s chagrin, in order to yank the jeans down those muscular thighs. Before Phoenix could complain, he sucked one testicle into his mouth and then did the same to the other.

“Hmm… not bad. You do remember you have to suck me off, though. That’s the deal. You’re stalling.”

Grumbling curses under his breath, Jacob shifted so that his mouth hovered directly over the dripping erection. The lawyer had a very valid point when he said Jacob was stalling. He was. After the way the man rammed it down his throat the last time, he was rightfully reluctant to try it again. Suffocating on a dick was just not his idea of a good time. And the bastard had to have some strange asphyxiation fetish, which meant it was very likely he was going to try to block his air passage again. Maybe this deal wasn’t worth an accidental death. Accidental was such a strong word… For all he knew Phoenix could be trying to assassinate him in a fairly original manner...

“Any time today would be nice,” Phoenix grasped his cock and slapped the boy’s cheek with it. “Come on.”

Taking a deep breath, Jacob finally took as much as the turgid member into his mouth as he could, which was barely even most of it. His cheeks hollowed with the force of his sucking, a hand stroking the remainder outside of his mouth. Phoenix let him do his own thing for a bit until demanding fingers grasped his hair in order to control his movements and hips brutally worked like pistons as the man brutally fucked his mouth. Occasionally his nose would collide with a hard abdomen. At least he wasn’t being choked. Yet.

An utterly boring and generic ringtone startled the pair. Vibrating then occurred in Phoenix’s pocket. Jacob tried to pull away; the sound was nearly deafening him since the pocket of the partially-fallen jeans was right next to his ear. However, Phoenix’s grip on his hair kept him firmly in place. What was it with that man and using his hair as a reign? If that kept up he was surely going to bald prematurely. Not missing a beat, Phoenix bent his torso slightly and retrieved the Blackberry from his pants pocket.

“Hey, baby. How was your flight?” Felicity was obviously on the other line. The barrister smirked at the alarmed widening of Jacob’s eyes. Jacob tried to rear his head back, but that only led to Phoenix forcing his head further down, his gag reflex starting to kick in. It appeared Phoenix thought talking to his wife on the phone while someone gave him head was a turn-on if the increase of his thrusts was anything to go by.

“Oh yeah, the brat’s fine. He’s in his room right now… probably sleeping or something…”
The ease with which Phoenix lied was admirable. Jacob would’ve marvelled at that if it wasn’t for the fact that he was gagging like mad, panic overtaking his body. Somewhere along the line, he’d taken Phoenix to the hilt, his nose smashed against the man’s pelvis and tears were running down his flushed face. Saliva trickled from his stretched mouth and down his chin. His throat felt like it was being torn apart. This was even worse than the last time! He tried to voice his panic, but all that did was send pleasurable vibrations along the meaty appendage.

Fingers gripped his hair so hard that he was afraid it would be ripped out. He dug his nails into the man’s thighs, hoping he would relent in his aggressiveness. He could feel the muscles beneath the tanned skin twitching with excitement. Phoenix was so twisted it was frightening. The spasms of the retching throat must have been driving him mad. Jacob dared to look up at the lawyer’s aroused countenance. Phoenix mouthed ‘relax’ to him as he continued conversing with Felicity like nothing was happening.

“We’re getting along just fine… No, he isn’t giving any trouble. He’s smart enough to stay out of my way… Of course I fed him,” he flashed Jacob a devilish smirk as he said that. “I miss you, too… You sound tired; get some rest. I’ll call you back later. Bye.”

A low groan was the only warning prior to Phoenix’s orgasm. Jacob hadn’t even tasted his ejaculate; it just shot straight down his throat, adding to the distress his body seemed to be going through. He felt lightheaded, almost oxygen deprived. The man lazy thrust into his mouth until his hard-on abated. And then he pushed Jacob onto the ground like a worthless ragdoll. The boy just lied there, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m almost impressed. You actually took it all this time. Too bad you almost passed out… You should be happy you didn’t throw up. I would’ve made you eat that instead.”

“I… want… my fucking iPhone, you vile prick!” Jacob rasped as he sat up.

“iPhone? Oh no, sweetheart. That blowjob wasn’t that good. Your teeth scraped me too much.”

“WHAT?!”

“Stop being such a baby. You shouldn’t make deals you can’t win. Consider this a lesson learnt. By the way, you’re still trying out for that babysitter job when Felicity comes back. Thanks for the effort, though. I give it a B+,” Phoenix pulled his pants and underwear back over his hips. He pocketed the Blackberry which he has been holding in his right hand.

Jacob could’ve exploded into homicidal rage when the familiar face of Abraham Lincoln drifted down onto his mouth. That cunt gave him a FUCKING FIVE DOLLAR BILL. Have you ever experienced rage so great that you couldn’t even move? You just stood still, trembling and trying not to do something you’d regret and to stifle enraged screams? Yeah, that was exactly what the teenager was feeling.


==

The rainclouds had drifted away by Sunday morning. It was slightly overcast, but the bubbly weatherman said it wasn’t very likely that there would be rain. Translation: don’t make any plans. Jacob had no plans to make anyway. He was lying around on the couch downstairs, texting Danica as he’d been doing for the past hour. He hadn’t made any progress today. He went outside to right the overturned poolside furniture to avoid any questions from Felicity; Lord knows he felt guilty enough as is about the realisation that it had been a titillating thrill getting ‘caught’, especially since the poor woman had no idea what was really going on in her own house. That didn’t make sense, because he definitely did not enjoy what Phoenix had done to him… His mind was a mess. After cleaning up out back, he’d had an extravagant breakfast of Fruit Loops, and that was followed by running out of things to do on the internet.

From the time he’d woken up, Phoenix had barricaded himself in the study, his typical behaviour on Sundays. The only indicator that he was even home was the Range Rover parked in the driveway. Oh well, Jacob couldn’t say he wasn’t happy for some time alone anyway; he still wanted to wring the lawyer’s neck, or rather die trying, just as much as he’d wanted to last night. Just the very thought of it made him mad. His throat still ached when he swallowed and felt generally agitated because of that insensitive dolt! The only reason he was texting Danica in the first place was to give his poor throat a rest. He sighed disappointedly when Danica texted him saying she had chores to do.

How was he going to pass the time now? He sighed irritably and dragged his ass off the couch, letting his feet lead the way through the backdoor, and down the lawn, past the fountain, down the driveway, and for some reason, through the gate. He had no idea where he was going or what he was planning to accomplish by doing so. He just needed to clear his head. Yet he also wanted to stop thinking about Phoenix, because whenever he did, he got pissed off. And when Jacob was pissed off, he did irrational things that would later come back to bite him in the ass.

He strolled down the sidewalk at an unhurried pace, hands buried in his pockets. It was slightly chilly out, but he’d survive. He wasn’t in the mood to turn back for a jacket. Green eyes flickered around in wonder at the surrounding mansions. He’d never really looked in such great detail; it was hard to do that when you were in a car. It was so strange thinking about where he’d come from compared to where he was. He was actually beginning to think communism wasn’t all that illogical. Imagine Phoenix living like a normal person… The man would probably lose what was left of his mind. Wearing normal clothes, driving a second hand car, working in a cramped cubicle… He’d probably kill himself without his fancy hair products. Cruel fate would probably have it that he’d still be just as malicious and tragically hot regardless of his social standing.

Damn it! Why was he thinking about that douche bag again?! He probably hadn’t even noticed he was gone yet! What did it take to get that man’s attention outside of degrading himself? He shouldn’t want his attention anyway. He was nothing but horrible to him. Why did he have to fall for a jackass?!

Wait, what?

Fall for?

As in… love?

It was official. He’d lost his mind.

“Fuck!” he cried angrily, picking up a crushed 7 Up can some lazy member of the bourgeoisie dropped right in front of a shiny, aluminium trash can with a Neighbourhood Watch poster on it. He chucked it into the sky, hoping it hit a bird or something. His wrath had to be acknowledged by the universe somehow.

What he hadn’t expected was a little girl on a pink bicycle, wearing a matching helmet and protective gear to wobble down the road at a fairly fast speed, the can smacking her straight in the face. She tumbled to the ground.

“Oh shit…”
He quickly made his way to the fallen child, wincing at the red imprint on her nose. He had no idea he used so much force. In a way, he was proud. He helped the trembling girl up. Tears were brimming in her startlingly pretty dark green eyes, which appeared owlish in her now lopsided glasses. A few freckles peppered the bridge of her nose and chestnut bangs were in disarray. Jacob swore she was going to bawl at any second, but instead she just stared at him with wide eyes. If he didn’t know better, he’d think the kid was in love with him.

“Are you okay?” he asked as gently as he could, trying to keep the imminent tantrum at bay.

“Are you a prince?” the girl enquired in a tiny voice. He noticed her two front teeth were missing.

“Uh…”

“Miranda! There you are!” a woman jogged up to them. She slowed to a stop as she took the scene in. “Who are you?”

“Who me?” Jacob blinked dumbly.

“He’s a prince, Mommy!” Miranda bounced excitedly. “Like the prince in Snow White! He saved me!”

“You kissed her?!” the older brunette grabbed her daughter who was continuing to send the confused teenager googly eyes.

“No!” Jacob flailed his arms desperately. Could this day get any weirder?! “She fell and all I did was help her up and then she asked me if I was a prince and then you came! Honest! I don’t even like girls!”

An awkward silence settled in. The woman just stared at Jacob as her daughter smiled at him sweetly and toothlessly.

“I’m sorry… It’s just that I’ve never seen you around here before. I’m Carol Laird,” she outstretched her hand. Jacob shook it nervously. This must’ve been the family looking for a babysitter Felicity had been talking about.

“I’m Jacob Reid. I live with the Scofield’s… I’m kind of new here,” it’d been a while since he’d had to give an introduction. Describing himself as new seemed unnatural now that he was acclimatised.

“You must be a really nice, young man… Miranda is always so shy around adults and older kids. She hasn’t even taken to our son too well, and he’s about the same age as you are; a teenager,” Carol beamed at him. He could see where Miranda got her smile from now, only with teeth this time around. “We’ve been looking for a babysitter for a while now. We get Miranda in on the process because she should be comfortable around a sitter. She gets really out of control when she doesn’t like someone… How would you feel about taking that job? I know you probably don’t need it and this is short notice, but her father and I, we’re surgeons at the hospital and we’re going to be very busy soon. And she really does seem to like you. She’s never this calm.”

“I’m not a baby!” Miranda pouted. “But I like Jacob! He’s pretty like a prince! I bet he has unicorns!”

Jacob stared at the hyper child. This kid was WEIRD. “You said she has a brother my age… Why doesn’t he babysit?”

“…Let’s just say he’s not good at it. You’ll be paid $10 and hour…” Carol could probably get her way with her husband all the time if her puppy eyes even melted Jacob’s fickle heart.

He didn’t like children at all… But Miranda seemed, interesting at the very least. And he was going to be paid pretty well… He still wanted that iPod. And thinking about iPods made him think about the iPhone. There he was thinking about Phoenix all over again and he found that familiar fury brewing deep in his chest. Isn’t that what got him into this in the first place? Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise; an excuse to be away from the deranged attorney and a source of income to do whatever he pleased.

“Yeah, I’ll help you out.”

“Great. I’ll call Felicity and make arrangements on Monday.”

“Yay!” Miranda cheered, running out of her mother’s and embraced Jacob’s waist. Her head was barely higher than navel. Carol was watching expectantly. Awkwardly, Jacob patted the girl’s helmeted head.

And then his eyes snapped wide open.


…Did Miranda just grab his ass?




==

“I see someone got lucky this weekend,” Tori snickered as she and Jacob made their way down the hall of the main building during lunch on Monday. He’d gotten to school late thanks to Felicity oversleeping so he hadn’t seen anyone outside of classes yet. And now he was beginning to wish it’d stayed that way.

“What are you talking about?” Jacob rolled his eyes snippily. He’d been in a bad mood since Saturday night. He’d made a concerted effort to give Phoenix the cold shoulder and the stupid bastard didn’t even acknowledge the fact that he was being ignored. That made Jacob even more disagreeable to the general public.

“You’re walking weird. And I saw those bruises on your neck… And your lips are all puffy. Trust me; I know what someone looks like after getting the shit fucked out of them,” she winked at him playfully.

“And how would you know? No one wants to go near the vacuous hole you call a vagina.”

“I thought getting laid was supposed to make people happier. Bitchy, aren’t we, Captain Sore Cheeks?”

“Don’t you have someone else to annoy?”

“God, you’re more unpleasant than usual,” she sped up her strides, standing directly in front of him now, determination evident in her greenish blue eyes. “So did you have a lovers’ spat?”

“Go away.”

“You can at least tell me who it was. Do I know him? Oh my god, is it Mafia? I wouldn’t be surprised!” ‘Mafia’ was Tori’s nickname for Garry, based on nothing more than the fact that he was Italian.

“Tori, I have no issues with hitting women.”

“Yeah, most white trash never does,” she countered.

For what seemed like the umpteenth time that day, Jacob rolled his eyes. He sidestepped around the girl and approached his locker to offload the heavy Mathematics text book in his backpack. The first thing that caught his eye inside the narrow compartment was a lilac envelope. His brows creased in confusion as he picked up the curious item. There was nothing on it other than his name written in neat cursive.

“What’s that?” Trent popped up randomly, almost giving Jacob a heart attack.

“Ah! Where the hell did you come from?” the shorter boy snapped at the redhead.

“P.E ran late,” Trent replied. “So, what’s that?”

Tori was now peeking over the brunet’s shoulder. “What’s what? Oh, a letter! Open it!”

“Haven’t you two ever heard of privacy?” Jacob deadpanned.

He was met with blank stares.

“Maybe it’s an invitation to a party! That handwriting looks like some prissy bitch wrote it. Maybe it’s from Claudia!” Tori tried to snatch it away.

“You’re going to regret being such a bitter skank when you’re middle aged and the only friends you’ll have are your cats,” Trent said coolly.

“Ha! Owned!” Jacob snorted. “Since Trent’s so cool, I think he deserves to see what’s in here. I guess you can see it, too.”

“Fuck you both,” the blonde intoned.

Tactlessly, Jacob tore the envelope open and a card with a teddy bear on the front with the caption ‘Thinking of You’ was revealed.

“Is that from the guy you fucked this weekend?” Tori jabbed him in his side. “Looks like he wants to make back up!”

Frowning, he opened it and chose to ignore Tori’s retarded comments. Phoenix would never send him anything. Inside the card, there was a rather crude stick figure drawing, the two subjects engaged in rather rigorous, doggy-style sex if the speed lines and scrappily written sound effects were anything to go by. There was an arrow indicating the stick man on the receiving end was Jacob and the other was ‘your secret admirer’.


“Holy shit!” Trent cried.

He and Tori erupted into a fit of boisterous laughter as they watched Jacob rip the card to shreds.


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