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Forming coherent thoughts became harder than pulling teeth. He tried to regain some form of composure, turning his eyes away from the male in front of him and focusing on everything from the bar to the beach chairs. Soon enough, he found himself once again enamoured by the deliciously bronzed, sun kissed skin. Said skin was slick with sweat, rivulets dripping tantalisingly down muscular abs. Jacob decided that this just had to be what Greek gods looked like. A gentle breeze caused the blond’s shaggy hair to sway and twirl hypnotically. Why didn’t anyone tell him Play Girl was having a photo shoot outside?! As his eyes took in the other boy’s rugged face, Jacob surmised that Phoenix must’ve really had a thing for blondes; his wife was blonde, the kid Jacob caught him fucking was blond, and now the pool boy turned out to be blond… and if he wasn’t fucking the pool boy already, Jacob definitely wouldn’t mind picking up the slack. When a dirty blond eyebrow quirked, Jacob became aware of the fact that he had yet to say or do anything other than gawk shamelessly.

“Uh… Hi…” he was as nonchalant as he could be after blatantly ogling the poor guy.

“Yo.”

“I’m new here…”

“I can see that,” blue eyes twinkled playfully as the blond strode lazily over to him. “What’s your name?”

“Jacob.”

“I’m Brett.”

Brett extended his arm out for a handshake. Jacob tentatively shook the older boy’s larger hand, blushing at the warmth which immediately flowed through him. He wasn’t oblivious to the greedy way the blond was eyeing him. It startled him. In his old neighbourhood, you could get yourself into serious trouble for being openly gay. But here this guy he’d just met was checking him out and tightening his already vice-like grip when he tried to courteously pull his hand away. He forced his gaze from the ground, up the brawny body, and finally to Brett’s gorgeous face. He had to stop himself from sighing dreamily as a pink tongue trailed languidly across a plump bottom lip. He gulped audibly.

“You look scared. I’m not gonna bite you, you know,” Brett laughed throatily.

“That’s disappointing,” Jacob pouted flirtatiously. Like most teenagers, Jacob was fuelled nearly entirely by hormones. His self-control was laughable at best. And damn it, how often did a guy this hot notice him?! He’d be damned if he didn’t lick the attention up like a starved puppy!

“If you ask nicely, I’ll give you a nibble or two…” Brett wriggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh?”

The blond laughed. “You’re too much, man. So, how long will you be here?”

“Until it’s legal to throw my ass out into the streets.”

“Cool. You related to Phoenix?” Brett paused to eye him from head to toe. It was actually just an excuse to check the boy out; he was pretty cute. Unfortunately, the baggy clothes prevented anything tasty from being on display. He’d have to endeavour to get him out of those clothes. “You don’t really look like him.”

“Nah, we’re not related. He took me in out of the goodness of his heart,” Jacob snorted.

“Really? I always thought he was an asshole!” Brett said, finally letting go of Jacob’s hand. Did that mean that Phoenix and Brett weren’t sleeping together? If so, this was music to Jacob’s ears. Brett was free-game!

“He is an asshole.”

“I have no idea why my cousin married him. He thinks he’s God’s gift to earth.”

“You’re Felicity’s cousin?” Jacob was surprised to say the least. Although his shock wore off as he scrutinised Brett’s features. He did look sort of like a male version of Felicity. An extremely masculine, appetizing version…

“He hates my guts. How else would I get a job here without nepotism?”

“By sucking his dick,” Jacob muttered without thinking.

Blue eyes snapped open in shock at those words. The blond craned his neck, looking down at him in puzzlement. That was a very strange thing to say… Jacob mentally kicked himself for being so stupid when the gravity of his statement caught up with him. An incredibly awkward silence settled over them. Jacob averted his gaze to the ground once again, quietly willing the tension to go away. Brett opened his mouth to question him, but promptly closed it as Juanita waddled over to them.

“Your breakfast is on the kitchen table, Jacob,” she announced. “There’s juice and fruit in the fridge and bread should be in the snack bin if you want toast.” A bulky handbag was slung over her shoulder and keys and a lit cigarette dangled from her stumpy fingers, the nails of which were painted a garish shade of red.

“Thank you,” Jacob beamed at her, glad for a distraction.

“It’s no problem, dear. I’ve got some errands to run. Do you want me to pick up anything for you at the supermarket?”

“I’m good.”

She nodded and turned to leave.

“Aren’t you going to ask me if I want anything?” Brett pouted playfully at the woman’s retreating form.

With an agitated glare over her shoulder, she said:

“I hope you’re not giving this boy any trouble, Brett.”

“I won’t do anything he won’t like,” Brett smirked. “By the way, you look hot today, Juanz! Are those new support hose?”

The maid shook her head in a bemused fashion. She just flipped him off as she vanished from their line of vision. Jacob snickered. Juanita was awesome. Brett returned his attention to the younger boy, forgetting about Jacob’s slip of tongue already.

“I guess you’re gonna go eat now?” he enquired conversationally.

“Yeah, I’m starving. I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Can’t we hang out after I’m done here?” Brett offered him an illegally strong dose of puppy eyes. Like that was even necessary; Jacob would’ve done extremely degrading things to spend more time with the blond Adonis.

“That’d be cool,” he struggled to keep the giddy excitement out of his voice.

“Righteous. See you in a few.”

Smack!

Jacob gaped at Brett’s back as the older boy went back over to the pool. Did Brett just… slap his ass? He wouldn’t have believed it happened if it weren’t for the stinging sensation; Brett was acting like he hadn’t done a thing. He just grinned knowingly at Jacob’s stunned, flushed face as he picked his net up. As warped as it sounded, Jacob was pretty much in love at this point. He was already imagining adopting African babies with Brett. Or at the very least having mad, passionate sex on Phoenix’s photocopying machine…

Whistling a happy tune, Jacob drifted back inside the house, a montage of various shots of Brett’s body playing over and over in his head. When Jacob walked into the kitchen, Phoenix was making himself his umpteenth cup of coffee. Just one look at the man successfully dashed Jacob’s dirty, happy thoughts to shreds. The lawyer was clad in sweatpants and a fitted T-shirt, managing to make even that look good. Jacob headed straight to his breakfast on the table, completely ignoring the man’s presence. He hadn’t realised how ravenous he was until he wolfed down his first mouthful. The McDonald’s scrambled eggs paled in comparison to Juanita’s. He shamelessly shovelled more forkfuls at a cartoonish rate.

“You’re going to choke if you keep eating like that,” Phoenix commented with a disturbed frown. He could’ve sworn he’d just seen Jacob’s jaw dislodge in order to hold more food in his mouth.

“Can you get me some orange juice to wash this down with then, Mom?” the boy retorted testily between forkfuls.

“Alright.”
Jacob was more than flabbergasted as he watched Phoenix retrieve the carton of orange juice from the refrigerator and proceed to pour him a glassful. What the hell? That was extremely out of character! Of course, it wasn’t like Phoenix to exhibit more than one dimension, so Jacob wasn’t the least bit surprised as the cold juice was emptied on his head. Nonetheless, that didn’t stop him from being upset.

“What was that for, you fucking asshole?!” he roared, jumping out of his seat. His hair stuck to his scalp in loose, wavy tendrils and there were orange spots on his white shirt. Not to mention that the scent of citrus was strangling him and the slightly acidic liquid was irritating his eyes.

“That was for mouthing off to me,” Phoenix answered smoothly.

“So you’re allowed to be a prick to me but I can’t even get a word in?!”

“You’re used to lying on your back and taking things, aren’t you? The same rules apply.”

Jacob felt his blood pressure rise at that implication. What gave Phoenix out of all people the right to judge him? He could feel his body trembling with anger.

“What’s the matter, Jacob? Did I strike a nerve?” Phoenix chuckled cruelly.
A fork whizzed past the attorney’s face, lodging itself in the cupboard door behind him. Yeah, he struck a nerve. He’d heard of knife throwers, but fork throwing was a pretty novel concept that Jacob was apparently gifted in. He sauntered over to the seething teen, knowing he could at least overpower him hand-to-hand as opposed to getting utensils thrown at him with startling accuracy.

“We could avoid situations like this if you’d just act like you had some sort of upbringing,” he flicked Jacob’s forehead.

“It’s not my fault you’re a bastard.”

“No, you’re a bastard. I know who my father is.”

“That was low,” Jacob’s eyes narrowed spitefully.

“You need to understand something, Jacob. I make the rules and you follow them. I can say anything I want to you. I can do anything I want to you. You have no idea what you’ve foolishly gotten yourself into. You just keep on digging a deeper grave for yourself.”

“I’ll bring you down with me.”

“You’re such a stupid, little boy…”

“A stupid, little boy who managed to blackmail you. Don’t you feel good about that?”

“Of course I don’t. But I’m going to have my revenge, and it’s going to be sweet,” Phoenix said as he collected his cup of coffee. He was about to stroll out of the kitchen when Jacob threw himself in front of the exit.

Phoenix sighed exasperatedly. This kid was positively neurotic. “What do you want now?”

“I’ve got one more question,” Jacob said determinedly.

“And that would be…?”

“Are you fucking Brett?”

The man took a step back, his eyebrows creased in confusion. “How do you know Brett?”

“I talked to him earlier by the pool.”

“He’s Felicity’s cousin, Jacob.”

“And? You don’t seem to give a damn about her anyway. Don’t act like you’re above something like that.”

Phoenix rolled his eyes. He didn’t have time for this. “Move.”

“Just answer the question and I’ll be out of your hair,” Jacob peered up at him defiantly, his mind obviously made up.

“No, I’m not fucking him. He’s not my type and he’s a bum.”

Jacob exhaled loudly in relief. He stepped out of the way, but Phoenix now made no effort to leave. Thanks to his exceptional skills of perception, the lawyer picked up on the calmed undertone and became extremely curious about the boy’s reaction.

“My, my, Jacob…” he purred evilly like a cat baiting a canary. “Do you have a crush on Brett?”

“That’s none of your business,” the boy replied defensively.

“How cute… I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there are a lot of people after him. What makes you think he would even want you? No offense, but you’re not in the same league as he is.”

“Didn’t you just say he’s not your type? You sound quite jealous to me.”

Phoenix scoffed. “I don’t have to want him in order to see he’s good looking. Some people like that surfer-look. Being attractive is just about the only thing he’s got going for himself.”

“Why are you telling me all this? I’m sure you don’t give a damn. Hell, you’d probably be thrilled to see me get hurt,” Jacob stomped back to the table, wanting to finish his breakfast in peace. He hated the way Phoenix could ruin his mood in the blink of an eye. The man was bloody gifted at crawling under his skin.

“Good point,” Phoenix shrugged. He padded out of the kitchen, somehow not feeling as victorious as he should have. As he slid into the plush seat in his study, he couldn’t get the thought of Brett’s hands all over Jacob’s body out of his head. That image seriously bothered him. He’d been lying when he said Jacob wasn’t Brett’s type; Brett fucked anything attractive enough. He growled in frustration, banging his fists against the desk and almost spilling his long forgotten coffee in the process. He froze. What in god’s name was going on with him? He was being irrational and downright insane. Besides, he had work to do, why was he wasting time bothering about Jacob? He forced himself to focus on the document before him, but all he could see was Jacob writhing and moaning under a certain pool boy’s body.

He didn’t know why he sort-of-cared, but he did. He’d definitely have to keep a close eye on those two…



Nothing good was on TV. Jacob had been skimming through hundreds of channels, and he could find nothing to entertain him. He didn’t have many channels when he lived with his mother, but he realised TV sucked no matter how many stations there were. It was just a wider variety of tripe. He was curled up on the leather couch in the living room, remote in one hand. He’d been forced to shower again, thanks to Phoenix and his orange juice. This was his last clean shirt, too… He didn’t really mind, though; the cleaner he was, the more likely it was that Brett wouldn’t mind holding him, which would hopefully lead to much more interesting activities…
He was brought out of his mental wandering by a warm hand landing on his shoulder. He looked up, and was surprised to see Brett smiling down at him.

“How’d you get in here?”

“Felicity gave me a key. I usually shower down here before I leave. I’ve got band practice in like an hour.”

“Oh…” Jacob was disappointed; he’d hoped they could spend a bit more time than that together. On the other hand, Brett gained even more points for being in a band. “I didn’t know you were in a band.”

“Yeah, we’ve been playing together for a few months now. Alternative rock.”

“Oh, sweet, even if I think metal is better.”

“When you hear us play, you’ll change your mind.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Bet your sweet ass it is! I’ve got an idea, though…” Brett declared as he joined Jacob on the couch. He hadn’t put his shirt back on, so Jacob was having a hell of a time keeping his eyes above the neck. A natural musk and the faint smell of chlorine radiated off the older boy’s body. Jacob was damn sure he was the only person who could make it smell better than the priciest cologne.

“What idea?” they both knew he’d agree no matter what it was.

“Join me in the shower?”

This would’ve been Jacob’s third shower for the day, but how could he logically decline an invitation like this? Even if they didn’t do anything much, just the opportunity to see Brett’s nude body alone promised for an enjoyable experience. Yes, he was easy. No, he didn’t care if Brett thought he was easy. It went both ways in the end.

All Jacob could do was nod.

Brett smirked and took Jacob’s hand in his, leading him to a small bathroom down the hall from the kitchen. Jacob had no idea it even existed, which wasn’t a huge surprise since no one bothered to give him a proper tour of the house yet. It wasn’t as big or fancy as the bathrooms upstairs, but it was still nice. It was painted a light shade of blue and the tiles were jade. There was a toilet, a sink with a mirror above it, and a small shower. Jacob’s observations were cut short when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Brett had tugged the drawstring of his shorts, sending them falling to the floor and pooling around his ankles. The first thing Jacob noticed was that he had an even tan everywhere. The second thing he noticed was a thick, hardening cock beneath a trimmed patch of sandy pubic hair. Drooling was quickly becoming one of his pastimes since he’d moved here. He pinched himself; this had to be a dream.

“Come on, I can’t be the only one naked here…” Brett’s voice had taken an even raspier tenor.

“I guess we can’t have that,” Jacob acquiesced, quickly pulling his own pants and boxers off. He had no idea where his dignity or morals had run off to, but they could stay wherever the fuck they were at the moment. Brett closed the small distance between them, tipping Jacob’s chin upwards and pressing their lips together. The kiss was explosive from the start. Brett’s tongue outlined Jacob’s plump lips hungrily before delving into the warm cavern of his mouth. The blond buried his fingers into the wild curls of Jacob’s hair, using them as reigns to angle his head as he saw fit. Jacob moaned hungrily as a slick tongue rubbed against his. He could feel Brett’s erection pulsing against his stomach. Brett ground against him tryingly, hissing into his mouth at the rough texture of the T-shirt against his prick. Deciding the feel of bare flesh would be more enjoyable, Brett broke the kiss in order to wrench the godforsaken article of clothing off Jacob’s lean frame.

Blue eyes took in the boy’s naked body appreciatively. Jacob was thinner than Brett anticipated, but still just as beautiful as he’d expected. And he was already hard as a rock; pearlescent drops of pre-cum precipitated on the tip of his darkened member… So eager. He knew he was going to love this. Large hands were suddenly traversing across the pale body, down faintly curved sides and down a fragile-feeling back, leaving a path of Goosebumps in their wake. They finally settled on a pert ass, groping the firm mounds obscenely. One hand slithered up to rest on an angular hip as the other trailed between the valley of the globes, fingers tracing the puckered entrance teasingly before massaging the sensitive scrotum. Jacob moaned softly, taking a grip of Brett’s impressive shaft which was thrumming against his stomach and giving it a few firm, experimental strokes. He’d always marvelled at the way an erection could be so velvety and yet so hard…

An insistent mouth assaulted Jacob’s neck in response, littering his neck with careless bruises and hickeys.

“Fuck,” the brunet breathed out, resting his forehead on the blond’s shoulder.

He gasped as Brett hoisted him up roughly using the backs of his thighs for leverage. He wrapped his thighs instinctively around the older boy’s waist. He was carried into the shower stall and then pushed up against the tiled wall beneath the shower head. Brett supported him with one arm, reaching over with the other to turn the faucet on. Warm water poured over their heads, streams of water meandering down the contours of their heated bodies. Their lips clashed again, but there was no method to it this time. It was messy; almost barbaric to watch. Brett’s penis was sandwiched between Jacob’s buttocks and he used this to his advantage, thrusting wildly between them. The friction was driving him crazy.

“I want you to suck my cock,” Brett whispered, nipping Jacob’s earlobe playfully. Jacob nodded and Brett gently let him down. He fell to his knees obediently. He gripped the base of the pulsating cock, squeezing out a transparent glob of fluid. He licked it up greedily, enjoying the salty flavour on his tongue. He wanted more. Brett must’ve been thinking the same thing, because his fingers were once again tangled in the dark hair, trying to push Jacob’s head in the right direction. Luckily for him, it had been far too long since the younger boy had gotten any action so he was much too horny to tease him. Jacob engulfed as much as the big cock as he could in his mouth, jerking off what couldn’t fit. He bobbed his head up and down, using his tongue to stimulate the shaft’s underbelly. He would occasionally pull the whole thing out in order to lick it from root to tip tauntingly.

“God… you’re so good at this,” the blond groaned sexily, looking down at Jacob with lidded, lustful, blue eyes. “Look up at me… Fuck, that’s hot.”

Jacob really was putting on quite the show. His reddened lips were obscenely stretched around Brett’s member, sucking on it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. His pallid skin was attractively flushed and glistening with beads of water. His other hand was busy pumping his own erection. And to top it all off, he had the audacity to stare the older boy in the eye. He looked strangely innocent despite his current position. His wet hair made him look about three years younger, and whenever he choked when Brett forced his cock too far down his throat; it made him seem so inexperienced. Brett knew he was sick for thinking this, but those things made this experience so much more erotic.

Suddenly, Brett pulled out of Jacob’s mouth, masturbating directly in front of his face. Jacob desperately tried to get it back into his mouth; however, every time he got close enough, it would be cruelly pulled away. Any normal person would’ve been embarrassed to be seen acting like a shameless whore, pouting whenever the cock would brush his lips and occasionally slap his face. Not Jacob, of course; he thought it was hot. It was just then when he recognised what was about to happen. He’d barely managed to close his eyes in time as ropes of semen landed on his face without warning. He tried to turn his face away but Brett’s firm grip on his hair prevented him from escaping. He never thought he’d let anyone do that to him; it always seemed a bit too degrading. But judging by the fact that his other hand was coated with his own cum, degrading wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He opened an eye slowly, a slightly scandalised expression on his visage.

“Sorry…” Brett laughed nervously.

“…It’s okay…”

“I was gonna warn you but…”

“…It’s fine.”

“You’re not mad, right?”

“No… But I think my eye’s glued shut…”





Phoenix shuffled down the stairs. He was headed to the kitchen, needing yet another cup of coffee. He definitely had a caffeine problem. It was a necessary evil if he wanted to get a good head start on all of his paperwork, though. Frequent coffee breaks also allowed him to stretch his legs a bit. As he was about to turn into the kitchen, the bathroom door behind it flew open, letting out a puff of steam which was followed by Jacob and Brett. Brett glared at him as usual while Jacob looked shocked prior to settling on smug. They quickly bypassed him without exchanging even a sound. What the fuck were they doing in a bathroom together?!

He could feel his left eye twitching. There’d better be a damn good explanation for this.

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The Munez Feed:

I present to you a bit of smut. Jacob has no morals. These characters lack redeeming qualities… I’m guessing people probably hate Brett right now. Ha. I’ll have to proofread this in the morning, so forgive me if it is utter crap.

Munez