Dandruff

Nervousness made Jacob fidgety. He was seated on Russell’s king-size bed, waiting for the other boy to finish getting Miranda ready for bed and then tucking her in. What was he thinking coming up here? This room didn’t even constitute as a bedroom; it was more like a lair. The walls were painted a deep red, plastered with posters of bands whose members looked like the undead; pin-ups of scantily clad, gothic girls; old newspaper clippings featuring stories of serial killers and depressing accidents. Not to mention the box of animal bones on the desk next to a surely human skull and a laptop. Jacob didn’t even want to know where Russell got such an extensive collection of bones from. Dark clothing and school uniforms peeked out from the slightly ajar closet door. There were quite a few belts on the floor, most of them studded, as well as chokers and a thick book on taxidermy. In a past life, he figured Russell must’ve been an executioner or something. He gripped the dark purple sheets so hard that his knuckles whitened; he was growing increasingly uncomfortable. It was no wonder Trent didn’t like Russell; the guy was fucking weird. But what did that say about Tori? Why did she even like Russell? It was obvious they’d never even had a conversation, and it appeared the brooding bastard didn’t fancy her in the least. Huh.

The longer he waited, the more it seemed like a bad idea to be there. The painting above the door of a rather demented looking doll was freaking him the fuck out. It seemed to be staring at him, grinning like a loon at his uneasiness. Ugh. He stood. He needed to go home. Miranda was in bed and that meant his shift was over. His resolve crumbled when Russell sauntered into the room, closing the door behind him.

“Sorry about the long wait. Miranda threw a tantrum because I wouldn’t read her a story.”

“You don’t have to be such a dick to her. She’s just a kid,” Jacob plopped himself back onto the bed.

Russell took a seat next to him, chuckling wryly. “That seems a little hypocritical coming from you. You tried to feed her two week old corned beef and Funyons.”

“I’m the babysitter. I’m supposed to be responsible for traumatic experiences, not you. You’re her brother!”

“Half brother,” Russell corrected him.

“That’s no reason to be a dick to her.”

Russell leaned closer, causing Jacob to lean away in response. “See, this is one of the things I like about you. You’re not afraid to tell people what you really think. You’re blunt and passionate. I like that a lot.”

“So you HAVE been stalking me!” Jacob exclaimed as he hopped to his feet.

“You’re being ridiculous. I haven’t been stalking you. We go to a small school. You see me all the time, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah! But we’re not even in the same grade! I don’t know anything about you!”

“I’ll endeavour to change that then. The fact that you’re even here shows me that you’ve got to be interested on some level.”

“You scared me into submission,” Jacob deadpanned, occupying his seat on the bed once more. He had no idea why he didn’t just tell Russell to fuck himself and go home. It should’ve been a crime to be this desperate for attention. But really, his self esteem could use a little boost with the way Phoenix made him feel.

“I highly doubt you’re afraid of me.”

“Don’t act like it’s so unbelievable; you do look like a vampire.”

“Like you’re any better? You look like you’ve never seen the sun, but you don’t see me complaining.”

“… A fucking Goth just called me pale. This is not how my Saturday night was supposed to go.”

“Hey, I didn’t say it was a bad thing. In fact, your skin is what caught my attention in the first place,” when the other boy stared at him dubiously instead of saying something, he continued, “but I can make your night better if you’d let me…”

“What kind of girl do you take me for?” Jacob feigned shock before settling on an irritated scowl. “Really, I’m not going to put out just because you’re being nice to me.”

Russell sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t just want sex from you, Jacob.”

“Huh?” as sad as it sounded, no one had ever wanted more than sex from him. They didn’t even have to pretend to; he spread like extra creamy peanut butter. Call it a flaw, but he simply wasn’t that complicated. Sure he’d had rather short-lived relationships; however they were based on little more than fleeting infatuation and of course, lust.

“I want you to be my… god… this is going to sound so cheesy, but I want you to be my boyfriend. I’d say significant other or partner or something, but that sounds like a politically correct, old person thing… You’re not seeing anyone, are you?”

“Uh…no, I’m not,” technically, that wasn’t a lie. Phoenix made it pretty clear he didn’t see him as anything other than a pest/cum receptacle.

A small smile lit up Russell’s captivating face. “Great. I was hoping you weren’t; you and that drugged out redhead kid are always together. I was afraid you were dating.”

“Ha. Not fucking likely. His girlfriend would kill me.”

“Will you give me a chance then?” Russell’s tone was hopeful, his pale eyes almost pleading.

For a moment, Jacob was speechless. What the hell was he supposed to say? He was certain that this was a breach of Phoenix’s stupid rules. Actually, who gave a damn? Maybe this would be the wakeup call Phoenix needed to realise Jacob didn’t have to take his psychotic bullshit. Or at the very least his feelings for Phoenix could be transferred onto Russell over time. A healthy relationship had to be better than being someone’s sex toy… However, this was a double-edged sword. Tori was head over heels for Russell. It would be pretty lowdown to hook up with the guy behind her back when he knew how she felt. He opened his mouth to say ‘no’, but Russell had the audacity to look unrealistically gorgeous at the most inopportune time. This was all Tori’s fault. He would’ve most likely never have given Russell two glances if it weren’t for her brainwashing, and now here he was thinking the guy was one of the most perfect men he’d ever seen, second only to his aggravating guardian. Russell’s sharp features, incredible eyes, and that wide, tempting mouth made it really hard to find him ugly, even if he did look like Dracula’s stepson and have a really creepy bedroom.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot,” he finally said.

“Your enthusiasm warms my heart,” Russell quipped sarcastically even though he looked thrilled. Well, as thrilled as someone who barely showed emotion could look.

An awkward silence settled over the pair. Jacob wasn’t exactly certain what was supposed to happen next. In movies, this was where the couple usually took their cue to get naked and have amazing, simulated sex while proclaiming declarations of love. He tore his eyes off the floorboards and over to Russell, who was busy picking at his black nail polish. Eh. He never thought he’d date a guy who wore eyeliner or any other womanish product… At least Russell didn’t look remotely feminine. This was so weird. He cleared his throat unnecessarily loud, hoping some conversation would fall onto his lap.

Instead of conversation, he got a kiss. And not just any kiss; a surprisingly aggressive kiss that was sure to bruise his lips. He let out a startled gasp as he was pushed onto his back. Russell didn’t miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into the vulnerable mouth. Despite his shock, Jacob returned the kiss with just as much vigour; his hands tangled the long, straight, raven hair. Long hair was surprisingly handy in these kinds of situations. An involuntary shudder rocked his body when Russell started to grind against his rapidly growing erection. Fuck. Russell was a keeper. The arm that had been bracing Russell’s weight next to his head shifted, and a few seconds later he felt it under his shirts, caressing the smooth skin languidly as it glided up his torso. He moaned desperately into the kiss as that slightly calloused hand teased his nipples until they were just as hard as his prick.

Their contact was broken by Russell. Jacob was about to complain about the evil, in his opinion, interruption when Russell pulled his black shirt over his head, revealing his pale, lean, nicely muscled abdomen. The interruption was very much worth it now. God, the way things were going, Russell could tell him to bend over and he’d ask how he wanted him to push his ass up. This was ridiculous.

“We’re moving too fast,” he reluctantly averted his gaze from the older male’s body to that damn, spooky painting over the door. Talk about boner-killer.

“We don’t have to go all the way,” Russell sighed dejectedly.

“You know how hard it is to stop when things are getting steamy. I don’t know about you, but I sure as fuck don’t have that kind of control,” his actions seemed contradictory to his words seeing as how he was unbuttoning his flannel shirt. His body temperature was soaring; he had to get cool somehow.

“Cool band.”

“Huh?”

“You’re wearing a Nirvana shirt.”

Jacob looked down, and sure as rain there it was. “Oh. Yeah… my mom bought this shirt way back in the 90’s. She actually saw them live. She even said she blew Kurt Cobain. I think she was lying about that part, though…”

“Your mother sounds like she was interesting.”

“She was... different, I guess. I kind of miss her sometimes. I don’t know why; she never did anything to help me.”

“How’d she die?”

“Drug overdose. How did your mom die?”

“She had a cerebral aneurysm when I was ten.”

“Oh. That sucks. Were you guys close?”

Russell sat back on the bed. “Yeah, we did almost everything together. My father wanted me to be a doctor like him from before I was even born… but she always encouraged me to focus on my art. I keep painting so she’ll know her memory’s always with me.”

“So you’re an artist? I guess Tori wasn’t just talking shit when she said you have, and I quote, long, artistic fingers.”

“I painted the piece above the door,” Russell pointed, clearly unaware that it had been bothering his guest for a while now.

“It’s…disturbing.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m sure your mom would be really proud of what a freak you’ve become,” Jacob attempted to lighten the slightly depressing mood that was beginning to settle.

“She probably wouldn’t nag me about everything like my father does. I can’t do anything right in his eyes. It’s always, ‘Russell, cut your hair and stop dying it’, ‘Russell, you should be aiming for Harvard’, ‘Russell, why on earth would you pierce your cock?’, ‘Russell, art is not going to get you anywhere’…”

“…You pierced your cock?”
Hey, ‘cock’ was one of those words which automatically made you turn your head. Don’t act like your attention wasn’t piqued by it.

“Yup, I also got a tattoo. I wanted to do something crazy for my eighteenth birthday. I told my dad about it just to piss him off.”

“Were the eyebrow studs a birthday gift, too?” Jacob honestly didn’t care; he was just trying not to sound like a whore by asking Russell to drop his pants so he could see the piercing.

“Nah, I did them myself when I was in fourteen. I was trying to impress a chick that worked at a tattoo place… even though she was way older than me.”

“A girl, huh? God, why is every guy I get caught up with bisexual?”

“I’m pansexual, actually.”

“Doesn’t that just mean you’d fuck anything?”

“It means I really want to fuck you.”

“Russell…”

“I know, I know. I’m not rushing. However, I really want to give you a blowjob. I’ve jacked off thinking about that for a while now.”

“…Oh?” and just like that he was at full mast again. Who would’ve thought Russell was so… sexual? It was surprising; the guy looked so unapproachable, not to mention the fact that he was so damn antisocial.

Russell’s now trademarked, sexy smirk was back. “That’s not moving too fast for you, is it?”

“I—” he was cut off by lips meshing against his own in a rather sloppy but utterly sensual way. He was disappointed when Russell pulled away.

“Well?”

“Fuck. Do whatever you want.”

In the blink of an eye, Jacob’s pants were a crumpled, forgotten mess on the floor. Their owner sat on the edge of the bed, his legs shamelessly spread. Russell knelt between them, licking along the sides of the throbbing shaft. Jacob moaned softly as he watched Russell take him fully into his mouth, working his tongue around him deftly. He wanted to let Russell have control, but his hips thrust on their own volition. The pleasure was blinding. He wasn’t on the receiving end of oral sex too often so whenever he was, it was like Christmas twice a year. And Russell was damn good at it, too. His whole world was centred on the warm, wet heat surrounding him, the tight cavern slick with saliva and a flexible tongue working miracles on the responsive flesh beneath his cock head.

“Shit…” he panted breathily when Russell started to fondle his tightening balls. His hips had taken on a mind of their own and he found himself viciously fucking Russell’s red, full lips, his fingers hanging on to the inky locks for dear life. His cock hit the back of the other boy’s throat, triggering a spasm so that the muscles contracted violently around his sensitive organ. And now he understood why Phoenix liked choking him when he was giving head. Of course that led him to thinking about the lawyer. Why couldn’t he get him out of his head? This was positively maddening.

Phoenix’s hair was almost as dark as Russell’s; it wasn’t hard to imagine it was him doing this. Phoenix would probably never suck his dick, so that made the idea even hotter. Now his mind was busy running away with that fantasy. He could just imagine Phoenix’s blue eyes narrowed spitefully at the surely smug grin that would be on Jacob’s face as he went down on him.

He bit his bottom lip, no longer trusting himself not to cry out the wrong name. His fantasy of Phoenix had pushed him even nearer to the brink of an orgasm. He tried to force the debauched images of the attorney out of his head, but they stubbornly stayed put. He grunted wordlessly as a finger rubbed against his entrance, cum instantaneously rocketing out of his dick and down Russell’s throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, white starbursts dancing beneath his eyelids as his body trembled. Jesus fucking CHRIST. There was no way Phoenix should’ve had such a great effect on him. He couldn’t even enjoy an amazing blowjob without wishing it was Phoenix doing it to him… well, at least it had made the blowjob even more enjoyable. He was practically glowing with satisfaction.

“You should see your face when you orgasm. It’s beautiful,” Russell brought him back to reality.

Coming down from his natural high, he felt guilty about thinking of someone else. Boy, his life had sure managed to take the form of a soap opera. Russell got back up, the force this created causing his pants to slide lower on his narrow hips. Just above his pants, a black mark stood out in stark contrast.

“Is that your tattoo?” Jacob enquired; pleased to discover that his voice was back to normal, save for a bit husky.

“Yes, it is. Want to see it?” Russell unzipped the tight, black, polyester pants without waiting for a response.
Stretching from hipbone to hipbone was a crow with its wings spread, hanging right above his trimmed, dark brown pubes. Jacob wasn’t really looking at that tattoo anymore, though. His eyes were instead locked on the impressive erection jutting out from between Russell’s legs. It was above far above average, not ridiculously so, thankfully, and a nice, thick girth. What was most captivating was the Prince Albert piercing in the pink, mushroom head. The barbell glistened in the dim light as if trying its hardest to get his attention. And it was succeeding, too. Wow. He’d never seen pierced genitals in person, and now one was right in front of his face. His hard-on sprung back to life.

“That… that had to hurt,” he commented stupidly.

“It was worth it. You’ll think so, too, eventually.”

“You know, it wouldn’t be fair not to return the favour…” he smirked seductively, his eyes locking with Russell’s as he gave the head a trying lick.

“God, I’m so glad you’re finally mine.”

“Yours?” Jacob echoed. Phoenix would certainly disagree with that. Why did men always try to ‘own’ him anyway? “Ha, don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I play for keeps and I never lose,” Russell’s eyes darkened dangerously. There was the creepy, psychotic glower we all knew and loved! Jacob knew it would return eventually from its brief vacation…

A knock on the bedroom door cut through the tension.

“Russell, I can’t sleep!” Miranda cried from the other side.

“I don’t care! Just go to bed!” Russell shouted back.

More incessant knocks followed. “Please let me in! There’s something scary in my closet!”

“She ran to your room to get away from something scary? Is this an episode of the Addams Family or what?” Jacob snorted as he got up to get his pants. “You should let her in. It’s about time I get home anyway.”

“Fine…”

After making themselves decent, Russell let his sister in where she was ecstatic to find Jacob still there. In her pink, Disney princess nightgown she ran over to Jacob and clutched his waist desperately, babbling on about how she missed him.

“Do you wanna watch more movies with me?” she bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly. “We can have a slumber party!”

“It’s past your bedtime, Miranda,” her brother rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to forgive the nuisance for cock-blocking him any time soon.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Russell!” she snapped.

Jacob snickered at Russell’s annoyed scowl. “As much as it would delight me to have a choice in saying ‘no’, I’m going home now.”

“Aw! Do you have to?” she pouted.

“Yes, he does,” Russell interjected. “Go back to bed, I’m walking him home.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jacob felt his cheeks warm up. He blushed at the strangest things…

“I want to.”

“I’m coming, too!” Miranda piped in.

“No, you’re not. You’re going back to bed before you really piss me off.”

“Nuh uh! Mommy and Daddy said you’re not supposed to leave me home alone! I’m telling!”

The Goth let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry about this, Jacob.”

He smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay.”

A few minutes later, they were walking down the sidewalk, their path illuminated by the full moon and the streetlights. Miranda wore a fluffy, purple and pink robe over her nightgown and a pair of bunny slippers. She put up quite a fight when Russell tried to get her to put on real clothes, so a compromise was made. She held her brother’s left hand while Jacob held his right. She was too young to even wonder why they were doing that. She was too busy trying not to step on the cracks in the sidewalk; she didn’t want to break her mom’s back.

Jacob couldn’t deny that it felt nice holding Russell’s hand. This was as close to a normal relationship he had ever gotten. Russell was weird and probably crazy, but he was really beginning to warm up to him. He treated him like an equal AND he had no qualms about giving him blowjobs. Why couldn’t Phoenix be like that? Ugh. His brain cells seemed to be programmed to think about the lawyer every three minutes. Here he was with a sweet, slightly frightening boy and he was thinking about that jerk. He would get over Phoenix Scofield if it was the last thing he did!

…Hopefully.


They finally reached the gates of his house. A look through the bars revealed that Phoenix and Felicity were still out.

“Now I know where you live,” Russell winked.

“You can invite me over! We can play!” Miranda chirped.

“Let’s keep our relationship professional, mmkay?” Jacob patted her on the head patronisingly. “God, it’s chilly tonight. I should get going before I freeze my balls off.”

“We wouldn’t want that,” Russell gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I’ll call you later.”

“You don’t have to go yet… My guardians aren’t home…”

“What about Miranda?”

“I’m still here you know!” she tugged on his arm petulantly.

“Tie her to a tree or something. She’ll be fine for a few minutes.”

Before an evil plan could be hatched, headlights bathed them in white light. Jacob could’ve strangled someone. Why did Phoenix have to come home now?! How fucking annoying! The Range Rover turned into the driveway, the only indication that they’d spotted him was Felicity rolling her window down and waving.

“I guess we’ll have to try that some other time,” Russell said quietly.

“Damn it…” Jacob exhaled heavily in disappointment. What the hell did a guy have to do around here for some cock? FUCKFUCKFUCK. He was going to die of blue balls. DIE.

“That’s a bad word,” Miranda pointed out uselessly.

“We’ve been swearing around you all day and you now decide to say that?” Jacob blinked bemusedly.

“She’s an idiot,” Russell clamped his hand over her mouth before she could voice her offence. “I had a good time with you tonight.”

“Surprisingly, I did, too.”

“I guess I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Yeah, I guess so…”

The awkward silence returned, this time accompanied by the frustrated, muffled complaints from Miranda which where smothered by Russell’s hand. This would have been the perfect moment for a goodnight kiss if it weren’t for the six year old and the fact that he wasn’t sure if Phoenix was watching.

“Well, get home safely. I’m gonna go now,” he said as he made his way over to the open gate. Russell just tipped his head and led Miranda back down the sidewalk.

His mind was a whirlpool of various thoughts as he hiked up the sloped driveway. Was he doing the right thing by leading Russell on? The guy seemed the type to cage you in a basement and laugh maniacally while whispering “mine” over and over again as he rocked back and forth. Not to mention that he was also scary as hell. However, he couldn’t deny that he was attracted to him. He definitely was. Russell was hot and so far they got along pretty well. There was obviously some chemistry between them. Plus he had to take a ride on that pierced cock at least once… Maybe Russell was what he needed to distract him from his strange predicament with Phoenix.

The front door was unlocked when he turned it. Felicity must’ve left it open for him; he was pretty sure Phoenix would want to change locks without telling him instead of such a friendly gesture. He locked the door behind him and walked through the foyer. The clock in the dining room read 10:30. It was still pretty early for a Saturday night. As much as he wanted to throw himself into bed after a vicious masturbation session, he was hungry and too much energy was coursing through his veins.

Both Felicity and Phoenix were in the kitchen when he sauntered in. Phoenix was pouring himself a cup of coffee. Why would you drink coffee late at night? Phoenix had such a caffeine addiction. Felicity was busy cutting slices from a rather scrumptious looking cheesecake.

“You want a slice?” she smiled at him.

“Uh yeah, thanks. How was your date?” Jacob took a seat at the kitchen table.

“It was really sweet. We had dinner on the yacht and then we sailed all evening,” she sent her husband a lovesick glance. Gross.

“And you didn’t even invite me?”

“You had work to do,” Felicity placed his cake in front of him before taking a seat with her own. “How did it go?”

“I thought it would’ve been way worse than it was. Miranda’s the weirdest kid I’ve ever met, but she’s cool…I can’t complain, though; I got a blo—I mean, I had a bloody good time.”

She giggled amusedly. “You’re British now?”

“We… watched Harry Potter. The accent is stuck in my head.”

Phoenix was observing him like a hawk from his perch, leaning casually against the counter as he sipped his coffee, not saying a word. The unwavering gaze made him nervous and aroused all at the same time.

“Okay, I said I wouldn’t do this but, who’s the tall, Goth guy you were with? I swore I saw him kiss you!” Felicity gushed.

Jacob choked on his mouthful of cake.

If Felicity saw, that must’ve meant Phoenix saw, too. And if he didn’t, then he did now. Goddamn it.

When the coughing and spluttering abated he spoke. “That’s Miranda’s brother, Russell.”

“Jeez, I always forget Dr. Laird had a child from his previous marriage. He doesn’t talk about him much. It’s always Miranda who has piano recitals and ballet classes.”

“Russell said they don’t get along.”

“I feel so bad for gossiping about my co-workers…but what else did he say?” she grinned wickedly as she shoved another forkful of cake into her mouth. “I heard that Dr. Laird needs Viagra already.”

“Felicity, would I really be discussing his father’s penile health with him?”

“I don’t know what you kids talk about these days!” she shrugged. “Why doesn’t Russell babysit Miranda anyway?”

“He doesn’t like her. I think it’s because they have different mothers. Personally, I think he does care about her. He just has issues.”

“I didn’t know you two were friends.”

“We weren’t before tonight. We go to school together but we’ve never spoken…” he chose to leave out the secret admirer thing. “He’s in the grade above me.”

“He’s cute from what I can see.”

“Paedophile.”

“He’s legal, isn’t he?” she stuck her tongue out. “You two looked awfully close tonight.”

“Stop beating around the bush.”

“Alright, fine. Do you have a crush on him?”

“I don’t know,” Jacob replied honestly. “He’s a nice guy and I know for sure that he likes me… We’ll have to see what happens.”

“I’m glad to see you’ve finally set your sights on someone to go steady with. Invite him over sometime! I wanna meet him!”

“He’s a little weird. I dunno if you’d like him.”

“I don’t mind that he’s gothic, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’ve done photo shoots with that sort of theme, and I’ve met some really cool people in that subculture. I mean sure I’m preppy or whatever, but I’m open minded!”

“He’s got his cock pierced.”

The sound of something shattering splintered the quiet, night air. They turned to look at Phoenix, who wore an expression of indifference on his face, his coffee creating a dark puddle on the floor between the shards that used to be a mug.

“And how do you know that?” Phoenix asked evenly.

Jacob shrugged. “He showed it to me because I asked to see his tattoo, which is in the same area. He wasn’t wearing underwear.”

Felicity’s face was flushed. “…He certainly sounds…friendly.”

“That’s one way to put it. Anyway, I think I’m going to bed now. Night.”

As expected, Phoenix said nothing.

“See you tomorrow,” Felicity blew him a kiss which he made a face at.

Once he was out of earshot, she turned to Phoenix. “You’re going to have to clean that mess up, you know. It’d be unfair to leave that for Juanita to clean up in the morning.”

“I know.”

“I’m glad Jacob seems to be settling down. Even if Russell sounds a little strange, it looks like he makes Jacob happy.”

Phoenix just grunted to acknowledge that he’d heard her. He was too pissed off to do anything else. He was going to have a serious chat with his insolent ward when Felicity left for work at midnight. The stupid boy had no idea they were going to be alone together so soon; a friend had called Felicity in desperation to work the night shift for her because she was ill. Oh, tonight was going to be such fun. After the boring sex and fake romance he was forced to endure on the yacht, he had lots of steam to release on his favourite toy.


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Wow, this story has 300 votes. I’m blown away. I honestly didn’t think anyone would read this when I started out. You guys are amazing.
So, my friend and I were talking, and she brought up the most random (in my opinion) pairing of Trent and Jacob. My other friend also likes Phoenix/Brett. It makes me wonder, do you guys have any strange pairings in your head?

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