Dandruff

Trendy, European dance music played in the small store. The mall Felicity had taken Jacob to was on the upscale side of town, full of shops and boutiques with unpronounceable names and ridiculous price tags. They’d already gotten Phoenix’s thrice-damned boxer-briefs so now they were in the process of getting Jacob some swanky threads. The teenager leaned against the wall, his hands shoved in his pockets, as he watched Felicity sift through a shirt rack, muttering to herself. He felt just as out-of-place as he looked. This was one of the more casual stores in the complex, aimed at a younger demographic, but none of the apparel appealed to him; they looked too much like the shit the preppy kids at school wore.

“What about this one? This looks like your kind of thing,” the blonde held up a tight, black T-shirt which read ‘Kiss Me, I’m Drunk’.

He observed the shirt with a slight frown. “I like it, but it’s so tight. I don’t have the body to pull something like that off. I’m skinny, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Actually, you’ve got a nice, slender physique working for you,” the sales assistant popped out of thin air. He was a tall, relatively attractive guy in his early twenties.

“Gee, thanks…” Jacob stared at the frosted tips of the man’s hair. He looked like a fucking ‘N Sync reject.

“This is Ian. He’s helped me pick out tons of amazing outfits!” Felicity chirped.

“Well, it’s easy to make you look good; you’re naturally gorgeous!” Ian elbowed her side teasingly and they shared a laugh.

“I’m going to be sick,” Jacob declared mentally.

“So… Judging by your look, you’re some kind of grungy, rocker kid, right?” he paused as if to let Jacob speak, but before the boy could formulate a response he continued, “With your baby face and sleek build, you can pull off something a lot more flattering but still keep that edge. I mean, really, you dress like an insecure, fat chick.” Ian snatched the shirt from Felicity. “Shirts like this will really bring out that nice bone structure.”

Felicity nodded gravely in agreement. They obviously took this fashion thing a bit too seriously...

“I’m gay, but I’m not that gay,” Jacob deadpanned. His bone structure was fine being concealed by baggy clothes, thank you very much!

“You’re not going to look gay! This look is in style now!” Frosty-Locks snapped.

“Okay! Fuck, you don’t have to yell at me!” the boy retorted with an irritated scowl.

Without another word, Ian waltzed over to a neighbouring rack, immediately pulling a pair of dark jeans off of it.

“Oh, those are nice,” Felicity commented.

“What’s with all this tight stuff? I’m not a damn hooker!”

“You’ve got a nice, round bum. You’ve gotta at least have one pair of jeans to work that!” the sales assistant stated matter-of-factly.

“I told him the same thing last night!” the blonde piped in.

Screaming and pulling his hair out never seemed more appealing than it did at this moment. It wasn’t that the clothes were hideous, and he was definitely not the most conservative person in the world, but his oversized clothing had become a sort of security blanket. Initially they were more a result of poverty than anything else, but they allowed him not to attract any more attention than necessary. And the idea of looking like some privileged brat did not interest him in the least. He was the antithesis of rich, pretty boys. Dressing fashionably in overpriced rags was just not his style. This was like identity rape or something!

Noticing the rather disgruntled look on Jacob’s face, Felicity said, “If you try them on and you don’t like them, we don’t have to get them. You might be pleasantly surprised when you see how they fit.”

“Alright,” he sighed. He just wanted to get this shit over with.

Felicity clapped excitedly and went to help Ian peruse the jeans rack. Jacob shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose as the two animatedly argued over what worked and what didn’t. This was giving him a headache out of this world. He just wanted to go home…Although home meant he would have to deal with Phoenix. He had to stifle a depressed groan at the thought of the lawyer. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get the embarrassing incident which occurred this morning out of his head.

“What about these?” Ian suddenly waved a pair of ripped jeans in his face.

“Why would I buy ripped jeans? That kind of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?” Jacob wrinkled his nose in annoyance.

“You’re thinking about this too much!” Ian chastised him. “Think about looking good, not about making some social statement!”

Jacob rolled his eyes. This entire situation was getting on his nerves, and the pushy sales assistant wasn’t helping. Who the hell did that guy think he was anyway; with his stupid hair, glossy lips and obviously plucked eyebrows? Wasn’t the customer supposed to be right no matter what?

“Just give them a chance, Jacob. Please?” Felicity pouted, her chocolate eyes pleading with him.
Jacob was prepared to tell her no and give Ian a piece of his mind, but his attention was deviated when he caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. There stood that blond kid he’d caught Phoenix fucking in his office, checking out the sunglasses display at the front of the store. What was his name again? Kurt? Kevin? Beatrice? Kyle. His name was Kyle!

“Excuse me for a minute!” he blurted as he quickly made his way over to the escort, leaving a puzzled Felicity and a peeved Ian behind.

“What is that kid’s problem?” Ian muttered as they watched him drag Kyle outside by the wrist.


“Do I know you?” the blond demanded, freeing himself from the shorter boy’s grasp. He must’ve been a rather high-class prostitute, because he certainly looked the part in his white, leather jacket, black jeans, and white shoes.

“You seriously have no idea who I am?” Jacob tilted his head dubiously.

“I’ve got somewhere to be. You’re wasting my time.”

“I walked in on you and Phoenix Scofield when you were in his office? Does that ring a bell?”

Blue eyes widened in recognition.

“Coming back to you now?” the dark haired boy smirked.

“What do you want?” Kyle’s hushed tone was ripe with distrust.

“I’m on your side! No need to get so defensive! I’ve got a little favour to ask of you.”

“Why do you think I’d help you do anything? Do you know how long I was tied to that fucking desk thanks to you?”

“And I apologise for that. So, when is the last time you saw Phoenix?”

“…What are you getting at?”

“Honestly, this isn’t about you. This is all about me having dirt on Phoenix.”

“My agency has a confidentiality rule. I’m sorry, but I can’t jeopardise my contract to help you. It’s bad enough that you know about any of this.”

“Oh come on! You have my word that I won’t backstab you.”

“What exactly are you after? Weren’t the pictures you took enough?”

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about…”

“I’m listening.”

“I didn’t actually get pictures, okay? My phone died as soon as I flipped it open. That’s why I need you to take some real ones for me.”

Kyle took a step back, eyeing Jacob incredulously. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“Come on! Your face doesn’t even have to be in them. I just need a clear shot of Phoenix getting it on with you. Is that too much to ask?”

“YES! I don’t even know your name!”

“Jacob.”

“…What?”

“My name’s Jacob. Jeez, you’re a natural blond, aren’t you?”

The taller boy sighed exasperatedly. Could someone really be this fucking dense?

“Listen to me, Jacob. I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”

“Why the hell not? Do you even like Phoenix?”

A pointed glare was shot at the brunet. “He’s a good fuck. I’ve enjoyed the times we’ve had together. He’s always been respectful and he’s never hit me or anything. I don’t see why I should ruin a good, working relationship for you.”

“I’ll pay you!”

“…Okay, you’ve got my undivided attention.”

With a goofy grin, Jacob slipped his right hand into his pocket and fished out the $50 bill Phoenix had given him this morning. He hadn’t actually bought lunch today; cafeteria pizza tasted like regurgitated squirrel meat, so he’d stolen half of Danica’s yummy, homemade sandwiches when she went to the drink machine.

“You think fifty bucks is enough for me to do something like this?” Kyle raised a thin, wheat-coloured eyebrow sceptically.

“What have you got to lose?”

“…I’m going to go now.”

“For fuck’s sake, you’ll be fine! He obviously trusts you. He isn’t going to expect anything like this!”

“Don’t try to make this sound trivial! You’re fucking with a powerful guy, AND you’re being cheap!”

“Cheap? I’m offended!”

“You want me to put my ass on the line for fifty fucking dollars.”

“You’d be doing a good deed. Everyone needs a bit of karma on their side!”

“Jesus, you are messed up! Can you even hear yourself?”

“Look, I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t important. I really, really need you to do this for me.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m blackmailing his stupid ass and he thinks I have pictures when I really don’t.”

There was a pause in conversation as the older teen carefully scrutinised the boy before him. His life was rolling along so uninterestingly and now some crazy kid was trying to solicit his assistance in a harebrained scheme in the middle of a mall. Well, it’s not like he was in love with Phoenix or anything… A little adventure might be just what the doctor ordered…

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ll help you out. Or try to, at least. I can’t make any promises.”

“Really?” Jacob gasped.

“Yeah, I have a feeling this is gonna be pretty amusing.”

“Thank you! You won’t regret this!” Jacob gushed, embracing Kyle in a rather awkward bear hug.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get the hell off me,” Kyle forcibly pushed him away and proceeded to straighten his clothes. “I’m taking that $50, though.”

“…Wouldn’t you prefer sexual favours?” Jacob sulked, reluctant to part with his money. But could you blame him? He wasn’t used to having such large amounts of cash on him, and letting it go was proving to be an almost painful experience.

“I get enough of that in my line of work.”

“I’d let you fuck me.”

“I’m not always on the bottom, you know.”

“Really? People pay to get fucked? I never thought about that… Say, do you have any job openings? I could use some easy money.”

“I don’t think you could handle it. Besides, you’re too young.”

“Lame…”

After exchanging contact information, they went their separate ways. Jacob ventured back into the store, his spirits noticeably higher, while Kyle headed off in the opposite direction. The teenager felt as though he would burst with excitement. He’d been worried about his lack of tangible evidence for a while, and now he was going to get it… unless Kyle was just tricking him. What if he double-crossed him and told Phoenix? The lawyer would be furious, that’s for sure. He didn’t even want to think about what Phoenix would do to him if he found out about this. He shook his head violently, deciding he wasn’t going to let negative thoughts get him down. He’d cross that bridge if and when he got to it.

“Who was that?” Felicity asked once Jacob was within earshot.

“No one important,” he smiled. “So, did you find anything good while I was gone?”

“You bet we did, honey,” came Ian’s somewhat muffled voice. Jacob’s eyes almost fell out of their sockets when the sales assistant poked his head out from behind an unsteady mountain of clothes which were piled high in a shopping cart.

“Please don’t tell me those are all for me…”

“I picked most of them! I can’t wait to see you try them on!” the blonde squealed, bouncing on the balls of her feet like an impatient child.

Jacob groaned. Talk about buzzkill… This was going to be a long evening.

==

Two hours later, the red Mini Cooper was zooming down the freeway, five, stuffed shopping bags rolling about in the backseat. After a while, Jacob had just decided to say he liked everything; undressing and dressing all the time was more tiring than one would think. He now had a new respect for models. Reluctantly, he admitted that some of the clothes did look nice on him. But he already knew he wouldn’t be caught dead in most of them; they were much too trendy for his tastes. How could he scoff at the spoilt, rich kids if he looked just like them?

He yawned and stretched his legs as far as the cramped space in the car would allow. He’d gorged himself with unhealthy amounts of Chow Mein at the mall’s Chinese restaurant, so now he felt sluggish, uncomfortably full, and awfully lethargic. A warm shower and a nap were definitely in order. Doing nothing all day was much more tiresome than one would think. Elation flowed through his body when the familiar automatic gates to the driveway slid open, but it was quickly replaced by irritation and anxiety when he saw the stupid Range Rover gleaming arrogantly in the setting sun. Why was that cunt home? Didn’t he have people to bang or puppies to sacrifice to the devil?

Felicity helped him lug the surprisingly heavy bags up to his room. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she watched him empty the new clothes carelessly into the messy heap of old, ugly clothes in the closet. Old dogs really didn’t learn new tricks… But she was satisfied with the fact that she’d even gotten the temperamental teen to give his wardrobe the much needed facelift, so she’d let him have his way for now. She’d get Juanita to sort his things out tomorrow.

“I’ve got some time to kill. What do you say we do something fun?” she sat on the bed with a warm smile.

“You have got to stop hitting on me. Seriously. I’m a bonafide cock appreciator,” Jacob stuck his tongue out.

“Hitting on you? Yeah, right! I was just thinking since Phoenix is busy working in his study, as usual, you and I could go unwind in the hot tub. That’s usually what I do after shopping!”

“Whoa. You are so fucking spoiled.”

“Are you in or not?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m in!”

“I’ll go get the champagne!” she darted towards the door.

“Hey, remember what happened last time we got drunk…?”

“Good point. I think Phoenix has some Smirnoff Ice somewhere. One bottle of that shouldn’t get us too smashed, right?”

“You’re like the fag hag I’ve always wanted.”

“Glad I could fill that void for you. See you downstairs,” she waved before skipping off down the hallway. Jacob shook his head. She was growing on him, even if she made him buy stupid clothes. He could almost see why Phoenix married her. Almost. Though she was fun to be around, but his opinion didn’t waver in the slightest; she was boring. Whatever, that was Phoenix’s problem, not his. He quickly disrobed and slipped into his new pair of black swim trunks.

As he walked past the closed door to the study, the urge to mess with the man grabbed hold and refused to let go. It seemed as though the masochistic side of his brain was in overdrive, because one humiliating episode in one day was apparently not enough. There was something that compelled him to get Phoenix’s attention. It was always negative attention, but he could care less. He revelled in that icy glare. The lawyer never looked at anyone with so much contempt and it made him feel fucking special. Well, maybe he looked at Brett that way, too, but he liked to think that scowl was reserved for him. Somewhat indecisively, he grasped the doorknob. Should he really barge in like that? Wait… Why was he even stalling? Did he care if he disrupted the older man’s work? Not in the least! And so he pushed the door open violently.

Phoenix looked up from his documents, the sound of the door crashing into the wall deafeningly loud in the quiet room. There stood Jacob, shirtless and a deceptively innocent smile on his face. He sighed. He was too tired for this shit.

“Can I help you?” he deadpanned.

“I’m just being polite, asshole. Can’t I say ‘good evening’ now?” the boy replied tartly, sauntering over to his desk and then plopping himself onto it. Blue eyes drank in the smooth, creamy torso and biteable, pink nipples appreciatively. Realising what he was doing, Phoenix tore his eyes away and looked at his laptop instead.

“You’ve said it. Now get out.”

“Felicity and I are going in the hot tub. Why don’t you join us?”

“I have work to catch up on.”

“You wouldn’t be so behind on your work if you’d stop fucking whores afterhours…” Jacob whispered vindictively.

“Would you prefer if it was you I was fucking?”

Green eyes snapped open. “What?”

“That’s the message I’m getting here. You’re just acting like the dumb kid you are; trying to get my attention by being a bitch about everything. You want my dick inside you. I know it, you know it… So why act like you have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“You are so full of shit.”

“Am I? The thought of me fucking you long, hard, and often doesn’t get you off in the slightest?”

“I’m repulsed by that mental image!”

“Is that why you were panting and writhing like a little slut this morning? If that’s how you show repulsion, I’m curious about how you look when you’re horny.”

If looks could kill, Phoenix would’ve been pushing daisies. He chuckled amusedly, “If it wasn’t true, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“Believe what you want. I doubt you could match up to Brett anyway!” Jacob snapped, jumping off the desk and stomping angrily out of the room.

“Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”

His response came in the form of Jacob slamming the door behind him. He laughed quietly even though his cock was hard as a rock and brushing against the fabric of his pants. It had been exhilarating talking dirty to Jacob like that. He could almost taste the shock and arousal radiating off the poor boy… And he’d definitely seen the way those nipples hardened. He could just imagine tugging the erect, reddened nubs roughly between his teeth as he licked and nibbled that pale chest… He leaned back in his office chair, unzipping the slacks he’d worn to work and pulling his aching member out. He hissed softly when the cool air came into contact with the thick, throbbing cock.

Just because he wasn’t going to fuck Jacob didn’t mean that he couldn’t jack off thinking about it! He closed his eyes as he worked his hand up and down, imagining it was Jacob’s warm, wet mouth he was thrusting into. In his mind, he could clearly see Jacob on his knees before him, his hands tied behind his back and a collar around his neck. His face was flushed and tears ran down his cheeks as he choked on the big cock threatening to cut off his air supply. Phoenix’s free hand snaked down his pants to fondle his balls through the fabric, creating an unbelievably delectable friction.

He jerked and kneaded his greedy flesh faster and faster, his climax nearing with every stroke. He was lost in his fantasy, his eyes squeezed shut. His grip tightened much like Jacob’s throat would if he was struggling to breathe. He was used to being quiet during his sexual encounters, so his noise was limited to harsh panting despite the desire to moan. His hips bucked up, his back arched, and his eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he came, white liquid staining his red, dress shirt and dribbling onto his hand. He wiped the sticky mess off of his clothes as best he could and raised his soiled hand to his eager mouth.

Suddenly, the door swung wide open.

“Don’t think you won that argument—” Jacob’s comically delayed rant was cut short as he watched Phoenix licking his hand clean in an extremely erotic display.

The lawyer observed him coolly, not in the least bit flustered. All the boy could do was stare, taking in the scene slowly. His eyes drifted down to the huge, wet, exposed erection and back up again. Everything clicked into place. Phoenix just masturbated and he was licking his own seed off his hand…

Phoenix would’ve laughed at the shocked expression if he wasn’t so fucking turned on. His inner-exhibitionist was thriving off giving Jacob a peepshow. Damn, he even wished the youth had walked in when he was committing the act.

After an eternity of gaping like an idiot, Jacob’s wits finally returned. He muttered an almost inaudible apology before swiftly closing the door and scampering down the hall, his heart pounding wildly and a million conflicting messages going to his brain. He’d have to take a detour to calm his own cock down before he joined Felicity in the hot tub.

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