Dandruff

Thin limbs peeked out from beneath the thick sea of sheets, their owner snoring loudly, the cacophony barely muffled by the pillow which smothered his head. He was in a deep slumber, cocooned in the sinfully snug comforter. He was wonderfully oblivious to the harsh rays of sunlight the bay window allowed in. So dead to the world was he, that the angry banging on his bedroom door did nothing to rouse him from his flimsy dreams. The only sign which indicated that he was even a part of this world was the slight twitching of his toes with every deafening knock.

On the other side of the door, Phoenix was quickly losing his few remaining shreds of patience. It was 6:54AM, and Jacob was already managing to push him past his breaking point without even being awake. He tried the doorknob, rolling his eyes upon discovering that it was locked. Luckily, he was well prepared for this scenario. He produced the key to the door from a pocket on the sweat pants he’d thrown on for modesty’s sake.

He shook his head in disgust. The usually neat guest room was well on its way to becoming a cluttered mess. He ripped the comforter and pillows off the snoring lump buried beneath them, which led to him quickly recoiling. Jesus Christ, Jacob was repulsive in the morning! Whoever said people looked angelic, peaceful or any positive adjective while asleep was a fucking liar or seriously mentally disturbed. The slender figure was dwarfed in an oversized Bob Marley T-shirt and boxers. A steady stream of saliva was trickling from the open mouth and onto the sheets. Crusted eyes were half-closed, green irises barely revealed in a blank stare. Not to mention the incredibly awkward position he’d managed to worm himself into was bloody grotesque. Phoenix just stood there, staring in horror with the sheet clutched in his hands.

Just when he thought this hideous display couldn’t get any worse, he noted there was an erection tented beneath the grey boxers. His shock immediately wore off; his brain decided it had enough of this visual torture. He grasped Jacob’s shoulders and shook violently, immediately bringing the boy back to the land of the living.

“Huh…?” Jacob yawned drowsily before going on to say, “What are you doing in here? Didn’t I lock the door? Invasion of privacy much?”

“It’s funny you should say that…” the lawyer released him and he fell unceremoniously onto the mattress.

Jacob couldn’t possibly begin to fathom what Phoenix could be miffed about at such an ungodly hour. And quite frankly, he didn’t give a shit, either. He was much more concerned with his raging hard-on which needed tending to. So he stared at him dumbly. His mind was sluggish; parts of his brain still adjusting to being awake. He was never a morning-person.

The man sat beside him. “You’ve currently got three strikes against you.”

“If I pretend to care, will you fuck off? I have pressing matters to attend to; namely my cock,” he pointed bluntly to his crotch.

“This is much more important than that.”

“…Says you! I’ll be in the shower if you need me,” he sat up and was about throw his legs over the edge of the bed when he was shoved back into place.

“Not so fast. I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“I’ve got a bone to pick with myself!”

“This bone?” Phoenix smirked wolfishly as he grasped Jacob’s turgid member through the thin boxers.

“Ah! What the fuck are you doing?! Rape is illegal!”

“If you keep giving me trouble, I assure you that you’re going to have to get your little friend here amputated after I’m done with it,” a warning squeeze made Jacob squeak.

“I’m pretty sure this is abuse…” the teenager whimpered pathetically.

“Are you going to be a good boy, Jacob? Good boys leave this room in one piece.”

Jacob raised his hands in defeat. “Okay! Christ, you’re more psychotic than usual this morning.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Hear me say what?” Jacob feigned ignorance.

He bit his lower lip when a hard grip was bestowed on his erection. The effect Phoenix was going for was perhaps the opposite of what he had achieved, because it actually felt… good. He couldn’t stop himself from admiring Phoenix’s well-built upper body. The slightly tanned skin and dark, stylishly messy hair made him look more like a model than a barrister. Shit. This was not a good situation. He had to get as far away from the unstable prick as possible!

“I’ll be a good boy! God, just let go!”

The grip slackened, but the man still held his dick in his hand. “I’m holding onto this as collateral since it seems to be the only way to make you listen,” Phoenix continued, “as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me, there are currently three strikes against you. Aren’t you curious as to what those are?”

“No, not really— Ow! Okay, I’m very curious!”

Phoenix was leering at him like the sadistic bastard he was. “You’re still hard. Do you like this, Jacob? My, my… You really aren’t much of a challenge, are you?”

“I’m not attracted to you! I just need to jerk off! God, you’re such an ass—FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP THAT!”

“I don’t think I appreciate that tone you’re using, or that foul language.”

“I’m sorry! Can you tell me what the three strikes are now? Please?”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. Strike one, you entered my bedroom without my permission,” he stroked Jacob’s throbbing cock maddeningly slow as he spoke.

“What are you doing?” Jacob’s voice cracked, betraying how neutral he was trying to appear.

“Strike two, you touched things that didn’t belong to you,” the pace of his lewd fondling increased. The boy’s hips took on a mind of their own, thrusting up into the tragically enjoyable touch on their own volition.

“And the final strike?” his skilled thumb rubbed the sensitive head through the boxers where a dark spot caused by pre-cum had appeared, making Jacob moan softly. “You destroyed my property. Do you know what this all amounts to?”

“N-no…”

“Well then, allow me to fill you in. It means you need to be punished.”

In the blink of an eye, Phoenix wrenched the grey boxers down thin thighs and squeezed Jacob’s cock painfully hard. The boy watched with wide eyes as Phoenix lowered his head and ran his tongue over his upper lip, blowing warm air on the heated shaft with every exhalation.

“What’s the matter, Jacob?” he pumped the boy’s member aggressively, staring straight into his eyes with that damnable, smug grin. “Do you want me to suck this pretty cock?”

“Yes!” Jacob panted before he could stop himself.

The man’s mouth was so close now that his lips brushed against the tip of his member.

“Too bad; this is punishment.”

And with that Phoenix sat up and released Jacob’s erection. He briskly stood and ambled to the door. With a haughty look back, he said, “You weren’t stupid enough to think I would really do that, were you? Get your ass downstairs; we’re leaving at 7:30. You’d better be ready by then, because I don’t care if I’m going to have to drag you to school naked or not.”

Jacob was completely and utterly surprised, and more than just a little humiliated. His face, neck, and shoulders were flushed in anger, arousal, and embarrassment. That… that fucking BASTARD! What kind of insane, inconsiderate son of a bitch would do something like that?! He would’ve preferred a severe beating to this! That was downright cruel! Now he was horny, mortified, and coming to the startling realisation that he was actually attracted to Phoenix on some level. On the other hand, his cock seemed to be in love with douche, because it had yet to go down even a millimetre.

Mondays were a drag, and this one was proving itself to be no different from its predecessors. He sighed and grabbed his towel. A quick wank in the shower would have to suffice.


There was a high stack of fluffy pancakes on the kitchen table. Juanita was washing up the wares while Phoenix, fully dressed, sipped his coffee gingerly and read the morning paper. An empty plate with a few drops of maple syrup on it showed he’d finished his breakfast already.

“Good morning,” Jacob politely smiled at Juanita as she handed him a just-washed plate.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“I slept alright. I had a rude awakening, though…” he shot Phoenix a disgruntled glare.

“Stop bitching and eat. You’ve only got ten minutes,” Phoenix snapped without even lowering the newspaper. Great, it was like nothing had ever happened…

Jacob stuck his tongue out childishly, nevertheless doing as he was told. He was grateful for the fact that Phoenix’s attention was on the paper instead of him; he felt ridiculous. He was hardly one to have regrets about anything, but that incident was downright shameful. God, he must’ve looked so desperate and lame. Phoenix really knew how to hit a guy where it hurt. Unfortunately, Jacob knew he would act the same way if such an offer was made again. Why did he let him do that? It was as if the options of saying ‘no’ and fighting back had eluded his psyche altogether. Had his feelings towards the older man changed? Could he be harbouring some sort of… lust towards him? He stopped himself from dwelling further on that possibility. After all, Jacob Reid wanting to do the nasty with Phoenix Scofield? Bloody impossible; certainly a sign of the apocalypse! It wasn’t his fault he didn’t stop him. No normal man would turn down a nice blow, right? Right. He was convinced he would’ve had the same reaction if another attractive guy had offered. That was the only plausible explanation. He crammed a large chunk of pancake into his mouth resolutely.

Behind his broadsheet, Phoenix was deep in thought. He had been on the same page for the past five minutes, the words before him nothing but meaningless blurs. He was very distracted, the cogs in his head going at the speed of light. Images of pale thighs spread wide and desperate, green eyes were burned into his retinas. What he’d done to Jacob was supposed to have been a cruel joke; one despicable deed deserves another. The only problem was that he hadn’t expected it to have much of an impression on himself! Yes, he’d been aware of his negligible acknowledgement of Jacob’s barely there attractiveness, but the massive erection he’d had when he left was a big shocker. He wouldn’t have minded sucking the boy off. And he definitely wouldn’t have minded flipping him over after and fucking him senseless. Well, even less senseless than he was naturally.

How could this happen? He’d cheated on Felicity countless times so that wasn’t even why he felt so perturbed. What disturbed him was that he was even considering cheating on her with Jacob. It would be such a risky thing to do, too; they would be screwing around right under her nose. Getting caught would destroy the façade he’d put so much effort into building to ensure his success and maintain an admirable public image. He couldn’t allow that to happen. This thing he was feeling for Jacob, whatever it was, could be ignored. There were simply too many risks and disadvantages that went with the territory. It wasn’t worth it.

“Time to go,” Phoenix announced as he carefully folded the newspaper and placed it on the table.

“But you said I had ten minutes…” Jacob interjected.

“I changed my mind. Meet me in the car in five minutes or I’m going to be very annoyed.”

Juanita offered the irritated-looking teen a sympathetic glance. She actually found their interactions somewhat amusing, but Phoenix was being rather harsh this morning. But she also knew Jacob could be quite the little devil when he wanted to be, and it was very likely that he deserved it. That didn’t stop her from feeling sorry for him, though. She winced as she heard the front door slam. She shook her head; they were probably going to kill each other in traffic.

As it turned out, the car ride was uneventful in every sense of the word. Neither of them even attempted to speak to the other. Phoenix was being his usual, prickly self, ignoring the brunet entirely in order to talk to clients on the phone, and Jacob was uncharacteristically silent. He was mentally willing himself to stop thinking about the fact that Phoenix wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his slacks, because for some reason he found that idea wickedly sexy. When the Range Rover pulled up in front of the school, Phoenix threw a $50 bill at Jacob and grunted, “lunch money” before shoving him out of the SUV, and speeding off without so much as a ‘goodbye’, still yammering away with ‘Mrs. Kowsky’ on his Blackberry. Jacob hoped the bastard got into a near-fatal accident which led to the emergency removal of his arrogant-bastard gland.

“Whoa! You weren’t kidding when you said you’re rich now,” a husky, feminine voice came from behind him. Jacob spun and found himself facing his friend, Danica. She was a petite, slightly chubby girl. Her short hair was dyed auburn, but her dark roots gave away her natural hair colour. She wore too much eyeliner, which was strangely enough obscured by her horn rimmed glasses. The loose T-shirt she wore did nothing to hide her large breasts, which she seemed rather embarrassed of, so she held her folder over her chest.

“Yeah. Isn’t it wonderful?” Jacob flashed a smirk at her.

“So that’s the lawyer you’re always complaining about? He’s kind of cute.”

“GASP! You actually think a guy’s attractive? I thought you were asexual all this time,” he nudged her playfully as they started to walk towards the main building. Danica was always fairly withdrawn and shy because of the strict Catholic upbringing she’d had as a young child. She was now a self-proclaimed atheist, even though her parents weren’t aware of this fact, but she had yet to shed the extremely reserved behaviour. Well, other than smoking like a chimney and hanging out with Jacob, she was a good kid.

“Shut up! I do have feelings for people, you know. I just choose to think before I act, unlike some people here…”

“You’re just jealous.”

“Right… I need a smoke. Come with?”

“Sure.”

They took the five-minute stroll to Danica’s favourite hideaway; the tree stump behind the guidance counsellor’s office. She rested her bag on the grassy knoll and took a seat on the tree stump while Jacob opted to sit on the sidewalk. No one ever came behind there on mornings, and Mrs. O’Reilly never got to school early enough to catch them. Jacob watched with little interest as the girl produced the beaten-up box of cigarettes and a pink, sequined Hello Kitty Zippo out of her bag. That damn lighter never failed to make him chuckle to himself.

“What’s Mr. Lawyer’s name again? I know it’s some bird name or something…”

“It’s Flamingo Diaz,” he could just imagine Phoenix’s reaction at being called something like that.

“…You are so weird.”

“That’s why you love me.”

“So what’s living with him like? You must have the time of your life keeping your eyes off him!” Danica blushed as she talked, smoke floating out of her mouth.

“He’s not that hot. And he’s an asshole, like I’ve told you a million times before.”

“That’s before I knew he was gorgeous.”

“His wife’s cousin is hotter.”

“Really? You didn’t mention him online yesterday.”

“He’s like the typical, hot surfer dude. Really tanned, blond, buff, and blue eyed.”

“Okay, you were right earlier.”

Jacob tilted his head curiously, not following. “Right about what?”

“I am jealous! You’re surrounded by Greek gods!”

“Hearing you talk like this is freaking me out. Phoenix really isn’t that hot. Maybe he just looks that way from a distance. Or maybe your glasses need cleaning,” Jacob knew he was lying through his teeth, but for some reason it annoyed him that Danica chose Phoenix to spew her repressed hormones on. “Besides, you’re too shy to make any moves.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Let me guess; you made out with his wife’s cousin.”

“What kind of man do you take me for?” Jacob gasped dramatically.

“So you didn’t do anything with him…?” her expression was dubious.

“What’s a blowjob between friends?”

Danica’s hands flew to her mouth instantaneously, her hazel eyes open comically wide.

“I can’t believe you! You really have no shame!” she exclaimed.

“If you saw his cock, you would’ve sucked it, too! It was so big and cute!”

“Cute? Well, I’ve never heard that used to describe a penis…”

“It was cute. It had this loving gleam in its eye.”

Despite how crass the boy’s words were, Danica couldn’t stop herself from laughing. Her laughter died a sudden death when she saw Mrs. O’Reilly standing behind Jacob. She looked down at her hand, and sure as rain, the cigarette was still dangling between her fingers. Bugger.
Jacob’s back went ramrod straight. He knew someone was behind him, but he was afraid of looking back.

“Jacob, can I see you in my office, please?” he instantly recognised Mrs. O’Reilly’s gentle voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said as he got onto his feet.

“Oh, and, Danica?” Mrs. O’Reilly looked over her shoulder.

“Yes, ma’am?” the girl answered unsurely.

“Don’t let another teacher catch you doing that back here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Mrs. O’Reilly’s office was an-all-too familiar sight for Jacob; the neutral, cream walls, her disorganised desk, the pictures of her children on said desk, the two worn seats in front of the desk… Yeah, the desk was the brains behind this operation. Mrs. O’Reilly was already sitting on the evil overlord desk as Jacob flopped into one of the tatty chairs. Her frizzy, light brown hair was a mess as usual, styled into a lopsided bun, which was in turn held in place by a pair of yellow no.2 pencils. Her long, thin face was rather horse-like in his opinion, but she was much too nice to be classified as ‘ugly’. If this meeting didn’t go in Jacob’s favour, however, she would probably be put into the ‘ugliest on the planet’ category. He was spiteful that way.

“I got a call from Richton Law Firm on Saturday. They told me you’ve been removed from the program since you’re living with one of the mentors. I’m concerned, Jacob. How did that happen?”

“He found out about my mom and he took me in,” Jacob used the same alibi once again.

“Oh my god, that’s so good!” she leapt off the desk and embraced him. “I was so worried about what would become of you!”

“Uh… yeah…” he patted her back awkwardly. No one ever bothered to teach him how to deal with abnormal situations like this.

She pulled away from him. “So, are you adjusting well?”

He nodded.

“Wonderful! I knew Mr. Scofield was a nice guy, but I’m honestly impressed!”

“Yeah… he’s a very nice guy…” Jacob muttered, hoping his sarcasm flew over Mrs. O’Reilly’s head. The memory of what had taken place in his bedroom this morning was still fresh in his mind. No matter how hard he tried to forget about it, his mind refused to give up dwelling on it.

“What’s the matter, Jacob? You look upset about something. Is everything alright with Mr. Scofield?”

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just…uh…really miss my mom?” he really had to stop using that as an excuse for everything. It was sardonic how his mother was only useful to him when she was dead.

“You’ll be okay, Jacob. You’re a strong, young man. Stronger than I think most people even realise.”

The bell rang, signalling the commencement of school and saving Jacob from having to reply to her clichéd pep talk. She shooed him off to class like the mother hen she was, smiling as she watched him walk away with Danica. Ah, young love…

Too bad she had no idea how goddamn wrong she was about that one.

“How’d it go?” Danica enquired.

“As fucked up as it always is.”

“You don’t have to be so rude about it. She obviously cares about you.”

“God, you’re so lame sometimes.”

“I’m serious! She’s one of the only teachers who don’t want you expelled.”

“I didn’t say anything bad about her! I just said it was weird! You know how she is. What are you getting so uptight about? Are you on the rag?”

Danica just stared at him, offended, before marching off quickly to her class. He rolled his eyes. Women were so fucking sensitive.

The rest of the day went by fairly uninterestingly. Jacob fell asleep in every class, started a food fight in the cafeteria, and exchanged raunchy text messages with Brett, which he later showed to Danica in the library. He’d never seen such an intense blush before, especially when she saw the shirtless picture he’d convinced Brett to send him. But she maintained that Phoenix was hotter, much to his chagrin.

Felicity’s car was parked outside as soon as school finished. Jacob sighed disappointedly; he was used to going wherever he wanted after school. His mother never cared where or how long he was gone. He was already missing that independence terribly. A group of boys had settled near the car, ogling the blonde shamelessly as she read a crappy romance novel, oblivious to their presence. She almost jumped out of her skin when Jacob tapped the glass of the closed window. With a sheepish grin, she unlocked the car door. He got into the passenger’s seat and waved animatedly at the drooling boys. He revelled in the shocked expressions on Felicity’s newly-formed fan club’s faces as they drove off. Who expected the rebellious loner to drive off with a hot blonde? Life was too delicious at times.

“How was school?” Felicity asked conversationally.

“Boring. If these are the best days of my life, kill me now, please.”

Felicity snickered. She remembered sharing similar sentiments at his age. God, when the fuck did she get so old?

“Why didn’t tall, dark, and fucked up pick me up?” Jacob found himself asking.

“He had to go to court today. But he asked me to pick him up some emergency underwear, so we’re going shopping before we head home. I swear, he sounded possessed or something. I don’t know why he needed underwear so badly. He’s got a whole drawer full of them.”

Jacob had to bite his tongue to stifle his laughter.

“And while we’re at the mall, we’re getting you a new wardrobe.”

Jacob glowered at her petulantly. Karma was such a bitch.

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This update is rather late; my goal is to update at least every Monday. But I made it this week, at least. I’ll have to change this schedule for weekly instead. At least it’s more realistic that I’ll make it. Damn life gets in the way of gay porn.

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