Dandruff

Felicity pecked Phoenix on the cheek before she headed out to her car, wishing she could’ve stayed snuggled up with her husband all night instead of working. Well, she could have but it would be unfair to let a sick co-worker struggle when she was perfectly capable of helping out. Sometimes she wondered if she wasn’t too nice. As she reversed down the driveway, a small smile lit up her face when she saw Phoenix waving her off at the door. What did she do to deserve such an amazing guy? Sure, he had his nasty moments but no one was perfect. All that mattered was that he’d never hurt her. She just wished he wasn’t quite so busy all the time. Then again, they were both very busy people. Shaking the mushy thoughts out of her head, she turned the radio on and sped down the quiet street.

Phoenix stood in the porch for a few minutes, the chilly air nipping at his bare torso and causing his unstyled hair to brush annoyingly against his forehead. He was in one of his notoriously foul moods. As usual the root of his problems was Jacob. That child was driving him insane. After all, that’s what Jacob was: a child. He wasn’t even legal yet. Phoenix should’ve felt horrible about being in such a disgraceful relationship, but quite frankly, he didn’t give a fuck. Jacob asked for it. Jacob always asked for it; he wanted attention; the typical slut with Daddy Issues. The boy acted out whenever he saw an opportunity to, even when he was behaving himself the sharp attorney didn’t miss any of the longing glances those green eyes sent his way. At first it made him feel smug, the power he had over Jacob. Hell, it was still just as intoxicating. The problem was that Jacob was also getting to him in ways he shouldn’t have been. He thought of Jacob when he jacked off, he thought of Jacob when he had sex with other people, for fuck’s sake, sometimes he had to think of the cretin just to stay hard through the usual missionary-with-no-blowjob sex with Felicity. And saving the worst for last, he thought of Jacob much more often than he had any right to. He should’ve been bored of him by now. This was abnormal. God, there he was thinking about the fucking nuisance yet again. He needed a drink. There was a bottle of Absolut in the kitchen’s wine cooler with his name on it.

He padded into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and bottle before sitting at the kitchen table. He poured the transparent liquid until it threatened to spill over the rim of the glass, wondering if he should’ve perhaps mixed it with something. Nah. The worse the burn, the better he felt. And he continued like that until he lost count of how many glasses he’d drunk and the bottle was ten times lighter. Not surprisingly his mood wasn’t any better, so naturally it was the perfect time to play with his ward.

Three loud knocks in quick succession roused Jacob from his surprisingly deep sleep. Rubbing his eyes angrily, he glared at the clock which obnoxiously read 1:23AM. Why would someone need him at such an ungodly hour? Fully prepared to ignore the inconsiderate asshole, he pulled the pillow over his head and tried his best to go back to sleep. However, his visitor had other plans. Another round of knocks followed. Finally having enough of this bullshit, Jacob ripped the sheet off his tangled limbs and stomped over to the door, armed with a poorly thought out but very angry tirade on the tip of his tongue.

He unlocked the door and swung it open only to find himself face to face with Phoenix. At first he was surprised, but then again why should he have been. Who else would be so blasted unreasonable? If Felicity needed him, she would’ve at least been polite about it. The lawyer was clad in nothing but a pair of black, silky pyjama bottoms which implied he had gone to bed sometime between now and when Jacob saw him last.

“What the FUCK do you want? I had a hard day! Is sleep one of those privileges I’m not allowed now?!” the teenager stomped his foot angrily. And that action in itself was frightening; it was such a Miranda thing to do.

Phoenix appeared unfazed by his outburst. “You had a hard day? You get off your lazy ass for a few hours and the world is supposed to feel sorry for you? Give me a break.”

“I know. I’m a waste of semen and oxygen and pancake batter. Now if you’ll excuse me, the Land of Nod awaits,” he moved to close the door, but Phoenix had other plans. The man shoved his way into the messy bedroom and switched on the light, frowning at the clothes strewn carelessly on the floor. “This room is disgusting.”

With a frustrated sigh, Jacob closed the door behind him. “Juanita will fix it in the morning.”

“Do you take responsibility for anything you do?” Phoenix took a seat on the untidy bed.

“Mrs. O’Reilly said I’m a product of my environment. Can I go back to sleep now?” Jacob crawled back into bed, quite miserable that he subconsciously wished Phoenix would cuddle with him. CUDDLE! Since when did that word even exist in his vocabulary?! He was fine a minute ago, why did these stupid lovesick thoughts have to return? Maybe by ‘cuddle’ he meant ‘fuck’. Yes, he wanted to fuck. He always wanted to fuck. That was much more in-character than cuddling. It was easier to believe that all he felt towards Phoenix was lust.

He reached for the sheet to cover himself, the remainder of it that wasn’t being wasted under Phoenix’s ass, that is. He let out a startled gasp when a large, warm hand gripped his wrist. His heart was in his throat as his eyes drifted up to meet Phoenix’s. They stayed in that strange moment for a good while and Jacob couldn’t stop himself from wondering what was going through Phoenix’s head. How could someone who was clearly a rich, spoilt bastard be so complicated?

“Where’s Felicity?” he broke the silence.

“At work,” Phoenix replied tersely. Jacob could smell a hint of alcohol in the man’s minty breath. Great, the fucker was probably drunk. Somehow Phoenix didn’t seem like one of those happy drunks.

“Oh… I didn’t know she was working tonight…”

“Please fill me in on what it is you did while you were supposed to be babysitting,” Phoenix suddenly demanded.

Dread coiled in Jacob’s stomach. He knew that ‘cock piercing’ comment would come back to bite him in the ass. It seemed so funny at the time… “I didn’t do anything. Yeah, I hung out with Russell after Miranda went to bed but that’s it. I just told Felicity that to keep her from suspecting anything strange between us.”

“What reason would she have to suspect anything?” Phoenix seemed unimpressed with his admittedly pathetic alibi.

“It doesn’t hurt to be safe. Why wait until she thinks something’s up? If I have a boyfriend she won’t think we’re fucking.”

“How well thought out. I must admit; I’m impressed with the rate at which your lies are improving.”

“I’m not lying!” Jacob wrenched his arm away from Phoenix’s grasp.

“You must be leading him on if he’s showing you his dick.”

“Does it matter? We didn’t do anything and we’re not going to. It’s just a front.”

“He’s a horny teenager; he’s going to want sex. You already know that is absolutely out of the question.”

“I told him I want to take things slow…”

“Jacob, in case you forgot, you have no self control. You’re asking for trouble. The idea of this is making me angry.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him! God, you’re being such a cunt right now!”

Jacob could not say he was surprised when he was backhanded; Phoenix had a thing for smacking him whenever he deemed his behaviour out of line. Why did he crave for the affections of an abusive psychopath again? He winced as he touched his sore, probably bruised cheek. Motherfucker. Phoenix hit even harder when he had alcohol in his system.

“How do I know you haven’t already fucked him anyway? Every time I turn my back it’s like your thighs become unglued.”

“Because I told you he hasn’t! What are you going to do? Check me for semen CSI-style?” it was so grating how people chose not to believe him on the rare occasions where he was being honest.

After observing him sceptically for a few moments, Phoenix bluntly said, “Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“Stop talking and do what I tell you.”

Squinting dubiously, Jacob sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. Seeing as how he was dressed for bed, he wasn’t wearing much; just a T-shirt and boxers. It didn’t take long before he was naked, blushing despite the fact that Phoenix had seen him in much more vulnerable states. The silence was terribly suffocating to him as those blue eyes raked over his bared flesh. He flinched as a hand gripped his chin, forcing his neck into an awkward angle. It was as if Phoenix was inspecting him like livestock.

And then it clicked. The man was looking for signs of infidelity on his skin.

“I told you I didn’t do anything. You’re wasting time.”

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” was the gruff response.

Phoenix roughly released his chin and pushed him onto his back. Jacob wanted to protest this harsh treatment, but of course opening his big mouth would just get him in more trouble. Besides, it was strangely arousing when Phoenix treated him like dirt in bed. Then again, Phoenix treated him like dirt all the time. Almost immediately, he felt the weight of the other’s body over his, crushing him into the mattress. Warm, soft lips brushed against a sensitive spot on his neck, a slick tongue tasting his skin. He winced as sharp teeth sank into his neck. If there weren’t marks there before, there definitely were now. What if Russell saw those? His eyes widened in realisation. Phoenix was trying to fuck him up, the bastard! He struggled in vain to throw the barrister off him. His efforts to escape only seemed to be turning Phoenix on if the way the man’s clothed erection grew was any indication. Phoenix grinded his cock against Jacob’s and the boy couldn’t deny that the silk created an utterly delicious sensation against his sensitive shaft.

“Why do you only feel like fucking when you’re angry?” Jacob sighed helplessly as Phoenix’s hands had their way with his body, groping and caressing all over. He obviously had no say in this, so why not make mind-numbing conversation?

“I always feel like fucking,” Phoenix grunted matter-of-factly. “There’s a thin line between anger and passion. You have a knack for getting a rise out of me... and my cock.”

“Does that mean I’m special to you, Phoenix? I had no idea you cared!” a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

The smirk disappeared a second later when demanding lips covered his own as dull fingernails scratched reddish lines down his sides. He was breathless by the time the violent kiss ended. Phoenix went back to sucking on his neck, then making his way down to his collar bone and then his chest, leaving marks in their wake. Jacob should’ve been angry, but he’d been reduced to being a wanton, moaning pile of goo long ago.

However, the veil of pleasure was ruthlessly ripped off when two thick fingers forced their way inside his ass without any warning or even the slightest bit of lube. To say the least, it stung.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he cried out.

“I guess he didn’t fuck you after all…” Phoenix said as though he was having a conversation about something normal like the weather. He quickly pulled his fingers back out. “But I will.”

“…Do you have any good qualities? God!” Jacob grouched, now a bit too aware of how much the bruises on his skin tingled annoyingly and how his anus was beginning to hurt. For once, he wasn’t quite in the mood for sex.

“I have a big dick. Is that a good quality?” the man slid off the bed, pulling his pants off as he did so, revealing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You are a big dick…” Jacob muttered under his breath.

If Phoenix heard him, he didn’t acknowledge the insult. Instead, he went over to the desk and pulled open the first drawer, producing a tube of lubricant. Was that always there…? Jacob didn’t remember seeing it before... Then again, he didn’t even notice that desk had drawers in the first place! If he’d known there was lube in here he would’ve been masturbating in comfort ages ago.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Phoenix himself was seated on the desk.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Jacob did as he was told. The irritated expression on his face was replaced by one of bemusement when the lubricant smacked him on the nose. What the hell?

“I want you to prepare yourself for me, finger fuck yourself. Give me a show. And you’d better do a good job, because I won’t stop until I cum even if it hurts.”

This turn of events somehow left Jacob stunned. He wasn’t expecting this. It was interesting how whenever he thought Phoenix couldn’t be any weirder, he was wrong. Seriously; a voyeurism kink, too? The man barged into his room in the middle of the night, made him a human chew-toy, and then demanded he degrade himself for his amusement before he pounded him into next year… He glanced down at the tube which had fallen into his lap and then at Phoenix, his blush deepening when he saw the man languidly stroking his impressive erection.

“I don’t have all night, boy,” Phoenix narrowed his eyes warningly, daring Jacob to make him anymore frustrated.

For once Jacob’s self-preservation instincts were working, the astonishingly angry aura Phoenix was radiating pushing them into action. He uncapped the lubricant and squirted some onto his fingers. It was cold at first, before warming up almost immediately. Oh wow. He spread his thighs the least required distance to squeeze his hand between them.

“Open your fucking legs wider, Jacob. I can’t see anything when you do it like that.”

With a sigh, Jacob spread his legs unnecessarily wide, feeling like the slut he appeared to be at that moment. He knew Phoenix could see fucking everything from where he was sitting. He wasn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, but he was human, and doing things like this made him feel all kinds of embarrassed. But his hard-on refused to quit, so it also made him feel all kinds of aroused, too. What was wrong with him? Phoenix licked his lips encouragingly and nodded for him to continue.

Biting his lip nervously, although it probably came off looking like he was trying to be seductive (and failing), he pushed a slick index finger into himself with a bit of difficulty; his body had tensed up on him. Once it was knuckle deep inside his ass, he pushed his middle finger in along with it. He just left them there, giving his insides a chance to adjust to the invasion. Too bad Phoenix was having none of that.

“What are you stopping for? Keep going.”

Performing under pressure wasn’t easy; Jacob could feel his cock softening. His decline in excitement didn’t go unnoticed.

“Aw, what’s the matter, baby? You’re so nervous…” Phoenix’s tone was chiding. He hopped off the desk and sauntered over to the teenager, dropping to his knees between the pale, splayed thighs. Jacob’s breath hitched in his throat. He was instantly reminded of the fantasy he’d had while Russell was blowing him. Phoenix’s mouth was so tantalisingly close to his cock. A startled moan escaped him as the lawyer’s tongue licked him from root to tip. God, this had to be a dream. And if it was, he was going to kill whoever woke him up.

“That’s what you want, you little slut? You want me to suck you off?” Phoenix’s taunting sneer was merciless.

“That’d be nice,” Jacob said as cheekily as his desperation would allow.

He watched, transfixed, as Phoenix yanked his hand out of the way, the glossy fingers slipping out of his hole easily. Phoenix grasped his cock firmly, jerking him off at an agonisingly slow pace. The son of a bitch was teasing him relentlessly, using his thumb to widen the slit of his cock head on every upward stroke. He wasn’t complaining, though; as infuriating as it was, it also felt damn good. He still wanted that blowjob, of course, but he hadn’t really expected Phoenix to follow through on such a selfless act. His eyes slid shut as the pleasurable sensations took a hold of him. And then something bizarre happened. His eyes snapped open and what he saw winded him completely.

A leather ring was clamped around the base of his now unimaginably engorged cock. He wasn’t stupid; he knew exactly what it was thanks to his admirable porn collection. That didn’t explain how or why the cock ring got there. When did Phoenix even get that?! His panicked eyes flickered from his trapped penis to Phoenix’s amused face.

“You didn’t really think I was going to give you head, did you? Maybe if you were following orders I’d consider it, but you’re not. At least you don’t have to worry about staying hard anymore. See how considerate I am?” Phoenix rose to his feet.

“YOU ARE UNBELIEVABLE!” Jacob roared. “I am taking this fucking contraption off.”

“Ah, ah, ah… You take that off and then your hands get tied instead. So if you think your ass is ready for me, go right ahead and take it off. I wouldn’t mind a little blood tonight.”

Jacob was speechless as Phoenix went back to his perch on the desk. If this was a dream, now he’d kiss whoever woke him up. Phoenix could not be serious… but of course Jacob knew he was. He gawked disbelievingly at the man for God knows how long.

“Get back to work. You don’t want me to get bored, do you? I get a little crazy when I get bored.”

Oh, the possibilities for a sarcastic comeback to that statement were endless… Jacob knew better, though. Wisely, he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to get this over with just as much as Phoenix did; he was afraid his dick would explode if he kept the stupid cock ring on much longer. The things desperation led him to! He poured more lube onto his fingers before shoving them into his entrance. This time he was much more relaxed (like he had a choice…). With an odd determination, he worked the fingers in a circular motion, the tingles of pleasure travelling up his spine and causing his member to throb painfully. He moaned softly as he spread the fingers apart, the feeling of being stretched always incredibly erotic to him. He added another finger, his eyes fluttering closed at the increased pressure in the tight, warm cavity.

“Hm. Not bad. Fuck yourself with them,” Phoenix instructed, his eyes glued to the perverse display.

Being told what to do made Jacob even more turned on. His body temperature seemed to be rising at an alarming rate, like he needed to crawl out of his own skin to escape the heat and the intensity of Phoenix’s unwavering stare. He pulled the fingers out slowly before slamming them back in, his jaw slack in a silent scream as he hit a spot excruciatingly close to his prostate. He needed longer fingers! He grabbed onto his cock with his other hand, jacking it out of sync with the thrusts of his fingers. A sheen of sweat settled over his skin. This was driving him mad. He wanted, no craved, no needed release. It was on the tip of his fingers, so near he could taste it. That familiar twitch of his thigh, the way his toes curled, that feeling in his stomach… but it was impossible thanks to the stupid cock ring!

Yeah, he was certain he didn’t love Phoenix now. He hated the bastard! This was cruel and unusual punishment for a crime he didn’t even commit yet!

“That’s enough.”

Jacob heard the words, but he didn’t acknowledge them. He might have been unable to cum, but damn it this still felt sinfully delicious and he wasn’t ready to stop. He lied flat on his back, unable to hold himself up any longer as he continued to satisfy himself. It was like he was drunk on his sexual euphoria. The cock ring was both a blessing and a curse; his cock was so sensitive and he lasted longer. On the other hand, it was maddening not being able to ejaculate after what felt like an eternity.

“Hey!” Jacob yelped as his hands were pulled from the places he wanted them to be. Phoenix was leaning over him, successfully pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. Curse his skinny wrists…

“I told you to stop.”

“I know. I was ignoring you.”

“Do you really want to ignore me? You know how good I can make you feel…” Phoenix pinched a hard, pink nipple, smirking at the way Jacob gasped and arched his back.

An unintelligible groan was his response.

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” that unfairly talented hand released the boy’s nipple and snaked down the smooth, white skin of his torso, barely brushing his cock before slipping between his legs and rubbing at his puckered entrance.

Jacob gulped loudly and nodded.

“Don’t act shy on me now. I want to hear you say it,” Phoenix was toying with his balls as he spoke.

“I want you to fuck me,” he sighed dejectedly. Why was he always the one begging? Phoenix held way too much power over him. He was reduced to nothing but a needy body whenever situations like this arose. He not only wanted release but he wanted to please Phoenix. How pathetic was that?! His eyes met the man’s chiselled abs and he realised that it wasn’t that hard to want someone who looked like that… but still… His cock throbbed in disagreement. It was rather in love with Phoenix, it just wished the brain would catch up so they could stop having mental arguments in the middle of play time.

“I didn’t quite hear that. A little louder this time?”

“I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!” well, he did say he wanted him to speak louder…

“I’d love to fuck you… but first we need to make sure we’re on the same page…” his hand moved from its vulgar location in order to stroke the skin over Jacob’s rather visible hip bone.

“I wanna fuck, you wanna fuck. Sounds like the same page to me, or at the very least the same chapter…”

Phoenix leaned over him, retrieving the lube he’d carelessly tossed somewhere on the bed. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of Phoenix rubbing the clear substance all over his thick cock. He was pretty sure he was salivating like a cartoon character…

“Well then, since you want me so badly, I’ve just got a question to ask you.”

“For fuck’s sake…”

In an instant, Phoenix’s lips were by his ear. “Who’s your daddy?”

“You are such an asshole.”

“That wasn’t the answer I was looking for. I guess you want to masturbate tonight. I’ll be fine; I could just call someone else to wet my dick,” Phoenix started to climb off the bed.

“No, wait!” Jacob grabbed his arm desperately.

An eyebrow arced expectantly. “What do you want?”

“I’ll answer your stupid question…”

“I’m waiting.”

“…I don’t know who my daddy is because my mommy fucked around.”

“Goodnight, Jacob,” Phoenix wrenched his arm away and proceeded to amble over to the door.

Jacob’s pride was doing cartwheels at his sudden growth of a spine. Unfortunately, the growth didn’t last too long. He crawled over to the side of the bed nearest to the exit.

“You’re my daddy, okay?! Jesus, you are so difficult.”

Phoenix turned slowly, a smirk on his face. The bastard knew just how great his effect on Jacob was. “Are you going to be cooperative now?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

Jacob’s pride banged its head onto a wall over and over when he said, “Yes, Daddy.” If it was any consolation, he uttered the words like the burned his lips to say. And it sure did feel like they burned.

It was so worth the momentary humiliation when Phoenix walked over to him with that arrogant stride of his, pushed him onto his back, pushed his legs apart and slammed into him like he owned him. The man didn’t even give him a minute to adjust. From the time he entered him he thrust violently, thrusting in and out of his ass like a well-oiled piston, strong and methodical. It was nothing short of brutal. The bed rocked so much that Jacob wouldn’t have been surprised if it broke; the headboard was slammed noisily into the wall with every vigorous jab of the hips. It was so fucking amazing that it hurt. His cock felt like it was about to burst every time Phoenix’s cock head stabbed his prostate.

He reached down to pry the bloody thing off, but Phoenix grabbed his hand and pinned it above his head with its twin.

“That cock ring isn’t coming off until I take it off, understand?” Phoenix panted, accentuating the seriousness of his statement with a particularly vicious thrust which made Jacob’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

Their lips met in a sloppy kiss, swallowing Jacob’s moans as their hips continued their frenzied movements. Heavy breathing and the sound of skin coming into forceful contact echoed in the otherwise quiet house. Jacob’s erection was being stimulated to the point of spitefulness since Phoenix’s stomach rubbed against it throughout the entire ordeal. He whimpered when Phoenix broke their kiss even though they both needed air.

“Having fun, slut?”

“Ngh… Yeah…”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right… I own this fuck hole. No one else can make you feel this good…”

What an egomaniac. And yet Jacob couldn’t really disagree with that overconfident affirmation. Phoenix picked up the pace, if that was possible, fucking him so hard that he was being pressed deep into the mattress. His pelvis was aching already. He knew he’d be sore as hell in the morning.

He let out a startled cross between a moan and a scream when his body shook with orgasmic bliss, fireworks going off beneath his eyelids. He could feel the warmth of Phoenix coming inside him, barely hearing the lawyer’s moans above the hammering of his heartbeat.

…What the fuck just happened?

As soon as he was able to open his eyes again, he looked down at this cock, and sure enough it was still imprisoned, a tiny pearl of precum at the tip. Huh? The confused look on his face seemed to amuse his partner.

“Damn. You love getting your ass fucked, don’t you? You just had a prostate orgasm… Fucking hell…” Phoenix looked way too pleased with that.

Jacob had no idea how he was supposed to feel about that. He didn’t even know that was possible. At least he finally had an orgasm, albeit a weird one… He was surprised and relieved when Phoenix unclasped the cock ring. He could almost hear his penis singing ‘Hallelujah’ at its newly acquired freedom. It was still hard as a rock, too. That brought his attention to the dick that was still lodged in his ass, and just as hard as it was before by the feel of it.

“You’re still hard,” Captain Obvious was his not-so-distant cousin.

“So are you. We should do something about that, shouldn’t we?”

And with that said, Phoenix pulled his cock back out slowly until just the head remained hidden, a glimmer of possessive satisfaction swelling in his chest as some of his cum trickled out of the reddened, abused asshole and onto the sheets. Now that was a Kodak moment if there ever was one.

His vigorous thrusts began anew, even faster and more aggressive than before. He was filled with sadistic glee at the slightly pained expression on Jacob’s flushed face. The boy was biting his bottom lip so hard that the skin had broken; his pleasured sobs were still audible and he pulled desperately at his own unruly hair, tears threatening to fall. The poor thing was probably realising his ass was sore, yet he didn’t want to stop fucking yet. Despite his discomfort, Jacob’s hips were meeting him all the way. Hot.

The velocity of their movements had been moving them little by little closer to the edge of the bed. Neither of them had really noticed until Jacob toppled over it, hitting his head rather hard on the floor if the loud cracking sound was anything to go by. Any concerned lover would’ve been worried, but seeing as how Jacob’s hips were still on the bed, Phoenix continued fucking him anyway. He’d make sure he was alright later. Probably.

“SON OF A BITCH! Would you mind stopping for a minute?” Jacob exclaimed.

See? He was fine, nothing to worry about.

“Shut up. You’re ruining the moment.”

Was Phoenix for real? Jacob was sure he had brain damage now thanks to that hit to the head, and that jerk was still screwing him?! He was about to give the man a piece of his mind when he was pleasantly surprised by Phoenix’s fingers wrapping around his erection, jerking him off in time with the well-aimed thrusts to his prostate. That tell-all tingle at the base of his spine and the burning in his stomach let him in on the fact that his second orgasm was right around the corner. His shoulders were being slammed into the floor with every thrust. How was he still enjoying this when his head was aching and his back was in pain from this rather uncomfortable episode? It was official: he was certifiably insane.

“Fuck!” he groaned through clenched teeth as he came.

Phoenix exhaled loudly as the tight walls clamped around him, bringing him to an even more intense orgasm this time. He waited until the final tremors dissipated and his cock was almost completely soft before he eased himself out.

“If you want to play house with that boy, I’m not going to stop you. But if I find out that you’re giving away what’s mine, you’re going to wish you were dead,” Phoenix said as he slung his pyjama bottoms over his shoulder. “Understand?”

“Oui, oui, mon capitan…” Jacob’s voice drifted from where he was still sprawled on the floor, this time his legs down there with him since it was easier to drag them down than climb onto the bed.

“Good.”

The door slammed shut. Jacob knew he was alone now. He was too sore and tired to move. A look down at his body showed angry red and purple bruises all over. Well, that was nothing new. Phoenix was always marring him. Something about the sex they’d just had was different, though… It was as if Phoenix was actually jealous, insecure about his dominance over him with the threat of another guy looming in the distance. He’d hoped for that, but he never expected it.

A victorious smirk tugged the corners of his lips. Perhaps he’d underestimated Phoenix’s feelings for him?

No, he probably was overestimating them instead. Phoenix was just crazy and in the mood to rough someone up… He sighed disappointedly. So much for basking in the afterglow; he was getting depressed now. He turned onto his side, wincing as his ribs pressed against the hard floor. Well, that was his last attempt at standing.


==


“Did you finish the Math assignment?” Jacob asked Garry as he sat next to him beneath their usual haunt by the tree. He’d gotten to school much earlier than usual because Felicity had some previous engagement and Phoenix had to meet with a client. Not many students were there yet, and of his friends he’d only seen the Italian.

“Yeah, although I think I got most of the second page wrong.”

“That’s okay; I need to copy. As long as I hand something in I’ll be fine.”

Garry raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t even start it?”

“I had a hard weekend.”

“Ask for an extension or something, dude. I worked on this for hours; you can’t just copy all that!”

“Garry, real friends help each other out. I’ll only copy the right ones!”

Garry looked unimpressed with his suggestion.

“Pleeeeaaase? I promise I won’t ever ask you again! Hell, I’ll even stop writing your number on bathroom walls!”

“…Is that why some guy named Bubba keeps calling me about donkey punching?” Garry blinked.

“I’m not psychic, Garry. How would I know?”

Garry rolled his eyes but looked through his messenger bag, producing a folder stuffed with various papers. After sifting through them, he handed Jacob the assignment which he’d written on lined paper. “You’ve got fifteen minutes.”

“That’s all I need, babe,” Jacob blew him a kiss.

“Knock that off or I’m giving Bubba your address.”

“You don’t even know my address.”

“I’ll get it from Trent.”

“Point taken.”

“Morning, Mafia and Fag,” Tori chirped as she approached them, her backpack slung over one shoulder and a cup of Starbucks coffee in her left hand. She threw the bulky bag to the ground and then sat beside Jacob lacking all of the grace females were supposed to have.

“Hey, Tori,” Garry smiled.

“Tori, you left your boobs at home again,” Jacob feigned shock.

“You left your virginity at a truck stop bathroom,” she fired back.

“It’s funny how we were just talking about bathrooms,” Garry said, snatching his assignment out of Jacob’s grubby paws. “Fifteen minutes are up.”

“I finished like ten minutes ago. I’m a master of copying,” Jacob stuck his tongue out childishly.

“Garry, do you notice anything different about me?” Tori enquired.

“Uh… you have a zit on your nose?”

“Fuck you. Jacob, you’re gay; you’re supposed to be observant. Do you notice anything different?” she turned to face him.

“I noticed that you’re a perpetuator of hurtful stereotypes?” Jacob drawled.

“You two are hopeless,” she sipped her coffee. “I painted my nails, you dorks!”

“You’re so spontaneous…” Trent said sarcastically as he sat beside the blonde. “Oh, black. What’s the occasion?”

“Another stupid scheme to get that weird guy’s attention, I bet,” Garry answered.

Jacob felt uncomfortable now. The topic of Russell was going to be a tricky one for him now… He chose to keep quiet for once. He didn’t want Tori to know what was going on; he couldn’t even begin to imagine what her reaction would be if she found out.

“I don’t know what you see in that guy,” Trent commented as he swiped Tori’s coffee. “Hey, what flavour is this?”

“It’s just plain, black coffee,” she replied. “And Russell’s hot, okay? You wish you looked half as good.”

“If by good you mean deceased…” Trent smirked, downing the remainder of the girl’s beverage. How he didn’t burn his mouth was beyond mortal comprehension. “Speak of the devil. Look who’s coming over.”

Everyone turned. Sure enough, Russell was strolling towards them. That was certainly odd; he’d never talked to any of them before. Hell, did he even talk to anyone? Jacob chewed on his bottom lip nervously, eyeing the hopeful expression on Tori’s face.

“Hey, Russell!” she greeted him overly enthusiastically when he stood directly in front of them, running her hands through her hair to make sure he saw her nail polish.

He stared at her blankly before turning to face the others. “Jacob, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Trent raised an eyebrow, Garry was busy staring at some girl’s ass, and Tori looked gutted. Not knowing what else to do, Jacob told his friends he’d be back soon.


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