Dandruff

Birds sang merrily, there wasn’t a visible cloud in the stunning, blue sky, and a light breeze fluttered through the leaves. It was shaping up to be a beautiful Saturday morning. Well, that was until the tranquillity was disrupted by the monstrous discord created by Jacob heaving his guts into the porcelain toilet bowl, his damp hair missing the vomit only by luck and chance; a grand reminder that a haircut was definitely in order. His throat was burning and agitated by the time he was finished throwing up. Shakily, he flushed the toilet and collapsed onto the floor, the sharp throbbing of a headache behind his eyes. The cold tiles against his side and cheek weren’t comforting in any way, but he was much too worn out to move.

It was then he realised his ass hurt, hinting strongly at his night’s activities. He groaned miserably as the memories came flooding back all at once. Why did he let Liam fuck him in the backseat of his car?! Sure, he’d wanted to get laid and all, but that was just plain stupid. Liam wasn’t even his type and it was blatantly obvious that he’d just wanted to take advantage of him from the start. And another thing, why did he drink so much? For fuck’s sake, the pain he was going through was not worth it! The party sucked (to be honest, he didn’t stay there very long, but at least the seats in Liam’s car were softer than the barstools) and now his chances of banging Brett were probably gone. He was so stupid. So impossibly stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Wait, no, this entire mess was Kyle’s fault. Oh, how he longed to get that two-timing hooker back… Too bad the searing pain pulsing in his skull made it impossible to think of an appropriate form of revenge. Then again, scheming was what got him into most of his scrapes… He really did need a better hobby than that.

His mind went blank as he lied still on the floor, trying to block out both the pain in his body and in his head. Thinking hurt too much. He was never aware of the fact that he even used to think that much until his head throbbed with every sign of brain activity. His stomach chose that moment to growl with hunger. He groaned miserably. He was starving, but eating was terribly unappealing at the moment.

Just when he thought his fortune couldn’t get any worse, the bathroom door which had been left ajar in his haste clicked shut. Jacob would’ve liked to think it was the wind, but two bare feet came into his line of vision. They were much too big and masculine to belong to Felicity, and Juanita always wore flats, so that meant they could only belong to Phoenix… or Brett. No, they couldn’t belong to Brett. They weren’t tanned enough and a slight tilt of his head revealed dark leg hair as opposed to Brett’s blond ones. Yup, it was Phoenix. Maybe if he ignored him he would go away. He knew it was too late, but he closed his eyes and feigned sleep anyway.

“Nice try,” the right foot said as it nudged his stomach, no force spared.

“I’m already in enough pain! Fuck!” Jacob complained as he slowly sat up, finding himself staring at a slightly wet Phoenix, who was wearing only a pair of dark blue swim trunks and a towel thrown around his broad shoulders. It looked like he’d just come in from spending time in the pool.

“It’s your own fault you’re in pain. I talked to Brett right before I fired him, so I’ve had a briefing on your ridiculous behaviour last night. Can’t you make a good decision for once?”

“What? It’s his fault for leaving me alone and going off with someone else! Wait, you fired him?”

“…That sounds a lot better than saying I broke his nose, doesn’t it?”

“You WHAT?!”

“Anyway,” Phoenix totally disregarded the shocked outcry. “Are you implying that Brett was lying to me about you going off with the singer of his band and drinking like a fish, then giving the guy a lap dance and starting a striptease before he dragged you out to his car?”

Jacob’s eyes widened. He didn’t remember that incident too well, however, it did sound like something that would happen to him. So far every encounter he’d had with alcohol ended up in embarrassment. Perhaps he should stay away from it.

“You’re not denying it then?”

“Well—”

“Then you’ve got no one to blame but yourself. You’re pathetic.”

“I’m aware. I’m suffering enough as is, so do me a favour and fuck yourself with a chainsaw for a couple hours.”

“How cute, you’re still a snot nosed brat even when you’re crippled with a hangover. It’s nice to see you can remain so in-character. I’ve got some Tylenol in the kitchen cupboard.”

What? Phoenix was being nice? Cue the Twilight Zone music. “Well don’t just stand there, you prick. Get me some! This headache is blinding me.”

An amused chuckle rumbled in the older male’s throat as he squatted to the boy’s level. “It’s time to go over some new rules.”

“For fuck’s sake, can we do this after I take the fucking Tylenol?”

The resounding sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the bathroom. Jacob’s eyes were opened owlishly wide and he clutched his stinging, red right cheek, his head turned right from the force. Did… Did Phoenix just backhand him?

“You… just hit me,” he whispered disbelievingly.

“That’s not even the half of what you deserve. I’ve been too lenient on you. I tried to look past your attitude. Yeah, you piss me the fuck off, but I know you’ve come from a less than stellar background, so I tried to be as civil as I could be with you. But the time for that is over. You’ve got no respect for anyone, not even yourself. Do you even know anything about the man you spread your legs for last night? He’s left marks all over your neck like he owns you and you probably don’t even know his last name. What a dumb slut.”

The furious glow in Phoenix’s blue eyes rendered Jacob speechless. Things were changing and his aching head was struggling to keep up. All he knew is that he didn’t want to make the barrister any angrier than he apparently was.

“Out of the goodness of my heart, I decided I’m going to help you get what you so desperately need; discipline,” he tangled his fingers in the boy’s dark curls and yanked his head back so that he was staring directly into the frightened, green irises. “This is what gets that smug look off your face, eh? Fear? Oh, baby, you don’t even have a real reason to be afraid yet.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“A lot of things,” he released the boy’s hair. “Now, I want you to take your clothes off.”

“What?!” Jacob scooted away until his back hit a wall. “I’m going to scream ‘rape’ if you touch me!”

An eyebrow raised as Phoenix got to his feet. “Is that so? I have no intention of raping you, so that would only make me angry and you really don’t want to piss me off anymore than you already have.”

“…Then why do you want me to take my clothes off?”

“Because you smell like a homeless prostitute, that’s why. I’m helping you clean up. You should show some fucking gratitude.”

“I don’t need your help…”

“I didn’t ask you if you did. Come on, Jacob. I’m getting impatient.”


Fighting the urge to say something insulting, Jacob pulled his T-shirt over his head, wincing when the shirt got caught under his chin and brushed his sore cheek, causing his head to hurt more.

“So are you going to give me the Tylenol or not?” he griped as he made quick work of his pants and underwear. He was too scared and miserable to worry about modesty.

“After we’re done here, as long as you behave yourself,” Phoenix pulled Jacob into a standing position, seemingly unaffected by the boy’s nudity. The force of the movement made the teenager’s vision swim. It was as if he was still a bit drunk. Actually, he probably was; he had no idea how much he drank last night.

Phoenix guided him into the shower where he propped himself up on the wall as he set the water to an appropriate temperature. He then turned to stare at the lawyer who had taken a seat on the toilet and was watching him intently through the open, glass door.

“I don’t need parental supervision for this…” the boy joked awkwardly.

“I’d have a lot to explain to Felicity if you fell and cracked your head open. She has yet to realise you’re the devil incarnate. I’m saving myself from hearing her bitch.”

“…And here I was thinking you cared about me,” Jacob muttered bitterly as he stepped beneath the warm spray. The shower was making him feel a little better, aiding in ridding that sore, groggy feeling. It was a shame he couldn’t enjoy his recuperation in private. “Must you stare at me?”

“I don’t have all day to babysit you, so shut up or I’ll fucking bathe you myself.”

The boy grumbled as he reached for bottle of body wash in the soap holder. He squirted the fragranced, red gloop into his palm before he spread it all over his body, unaware that he was giving Phoenix quite the show. Blue eyes raked followed the needles of water as they ran down his back and over the rise of his ass. And what a nice ass it was; white, round, and pert. There were endless possibilities of what he could do with that thing in order to ‘discipline’ the wayward youth. He’d pretty much made his mind up; he was going to do whatever he wanted to Jacob after last night’s occurrence. He wanted the boy. He was through denying it. And since Jacob made it perfectly clear that he had no reservations about whoring himself around, he was going to use him as he saw fit. Hell, it was educational, too. Jacob was going to learn to his place and how to respect people. A demented smirk wormed its way onto the man’s lips as he thought about the power trip smacking the insolent expression off Jacob’s face had given him. Blood was making its way into his hardening cock as he watched the bare, pale skin intently. The bruises on the teenager’s neck were an eyesore, but he’d replace them with his own soon enough. Oh, this was going to be one fun year.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jacob finally noticed that maniacal, little grin.

“I’m getting bored. Bath time’s over,” Phoenix shoved a fluffy, blue bath towel at him.

“I’m not dizzy anymore. You can go now…”

“Aw,” the pout looked bloody bizarre on the lawyer, “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes. No offence, but you’re… creepier than usual today… And you hit me.”

“You don’t think you deserved that slap? Mouthing off to me after the shit you pulled?”

“Can I get dressed now? Please?”

“See, you’re more polite already. Spare the rod, spoil the child. I’ll meet you in the kitchen after you pull yourself together,” and with that the man was gone.


What…

…the…

…fuck?

Someone forgot to take their medication this morning, and it wasn’t Jacob! Paranoia gripped the poor boy as he sprinted up to his bedroom, fearful Phoenix was lurking somewhere, prepared to drown him in a bucket of milk or whatever it was crazy people did. He made a pit stop at the upstairs bathroom to wash the acrid taste of vomit from his mouth, which included gulping mouthfuls of Listerine. When he reached his room, he slammed the door behind him, his heart threatening to break free of his ribcage. Phoenix was bipolar. He just had to be. The increased weirdness, the greater penchant for violence… Well, to be fair he wasn’t sure if it was that big of a difference, although breaking people’s noses was a new one. He was probably just more intense since he was upset, which was disturbing in itself. But he had to agree that Brett deserved having his lights punched out.

That was another thing. Why did Phoenix care so much about his wellbeing? The bloody man hated his guts! He shook his head as he towelled off; he’d just thrown the towel around his waist and left. Phoenix was too complicated. How could someone who was on permanent PMS have so many varied forms of anger? He couldn’t even begin to guess what set him off so much. Surely it couldn’t have just been the fact that he’d gotten drunk and had sex, right? Honestly, he didn’t even see how that was a big deal. Didn’t most teenagers get drunk and fuck? Why would Phoenix be mad about that? Then again, why would Phoenix watch him shower? All signs pointed to insanity… and perversion. It was strangely flattering to think the barrister was attracted to him. Okay, that admission freaked him out, so he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Unfortunately, something the man had said struck a chord. He really didn’t mean to have sex with Liam. It was just the alcohol talking, coupled with Brett being stolen right under his nose. He’d been drunk, horny, and dejected. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it just felt like a mistake. And that was very unusual, because he’d never viewed any of his encounters as important enough to be arsed about before. There were some he could’ve done without, but he never flat out regretted any of them. And now he did because Phoenix made it sound worse than it was. On the bright side, they’d used protection… Actually, it wasn’t as bad as Phoenix made it sound. Phoenix porked escorts, who was he to judge? The man was a fucking hypocrite. And yet he felt worthless anyway. He hated caring about what Phoenix thought; it was never anything good. It just made him feel like shit no matter how much he tried to hide it.

With a poorly-stifled yawn, Jacob collapsed onto his freshly made bed. ‘Looks like Juanita was here,’ he mused as he snuggled into the new, light green sheets, inhaling the sweet smell of lavender fabric softener. Sleepiness tugged at the edges of his consciousness, and he found it difficult to fight it. He had yet to put any clothes on, but that didn’t matter. He would dress after he took a five-minute doze. Besides, the comforter felt surprisingly good against his naked body. His eyes fluttered shut. He was out like a light within mere seconds.


Half an hour later, Phoenix poked his head into the stagnant room, curious as to what Jacob could have been up to all this time. He rolled his eyes when he found the boy to be asleep, huddled beneath the comforter despite the warm, afternoon air. What a surprise… lazy brat.

He turned to leave just as Jacob rolled onto his side, revealing a perfect view of that nice, uncovered rear end. Oh fuck yes. With a deviously delighted smirk, he strolled inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Upon hearing the racket created by the slamming, Jacob darted up; not sleeping as deeply as usual. He clutched the sheet to his chest as he watched the man stroll over to him with languid strides.

“I’m naked!” the younger man blurted the obvious.

“I know; I have eyes,” Phoenix ripped the sheets off the slender body, grinning when nothing was left to the imagination.

Jacob scrambled to get away from him, but he was much too slow. Phoenix grabbed his hips and dragged him towards him until his legs hung over the edge of the bed. He forced the long limbs apart and settled beneath thin thighs, leaning over the smaller, trembling form, his hands braced on the mattress on either side of Jacob’s head.

“What are you doing…?”

“This is part of your discipline.”

“Wha—”
His enquiry was silenced by Phoenix’s lips smothering his own. Caught off guard, his body went stiff as a slick tongue ravaged his open mouth, exploring the slick, warm cavern. Phoenix was fully clothed now, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki ¾ shorts, and so the slightly coarse cotton of his shirt rubbed against Jacob’s hardening nipples, causing the boy’s shock to wear off as he arched his back needily. Instinct took over and he responded to the rough kiss ardently as large hands pinned his own above his head. So many questions were running through his head. This didn’t make sense at all. Why was Phoenix kissing him? Why was he kissing back? Why was he enjoying this?

In both of their opinions, the fact that Phoenix was fully attired while Jacob was naked was a turn-on. It showed the power the lawyer held over the teenager, and just how vulnerable Jacob really was. It scared him how much he was enjoying this foreign dominance.

Finally, the kiss ended due to a lack of oxygen. They pulled apart, panting loudly as they stared into each other’s eyes. Phoenix pinned the boy’s hands to his sides and stepped back a bit, admiring his handiwork; the flushed skin, lidded eyes, the slightly open, beestung mouth, and not to mention the hard cock pulsing between pale legs. He was very pleased about how eager and sensitive the young body was, very, very pleased.

“What are you doing?” Jacob spoke slowly.

“Take a wild guess…”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Like I said, discipline.”

“That’s the craziest shit I’ve ever heard! Get away from me!”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You want this. You’re hard as a rock.”

“That’s not the fucking point here…”

“What did I tell you about talking to me like that?”

“I think it’s allowed in a situation like this! This… this is rape!”

“You’re not fighting it, you little whore,” Phoenix purred almost lovingly as he leaned over to steal another kiss, only to find… a foot in his face. “Wow, you’re flexible. I’m impressed.”

“You’re sick! Leave me alone!”

The foot was now under his chin, shoving his head back and threatening to snap his neck if this nonsense persisted. Time for play was over. He grabbed onto the bony ankle and twisted it into a painfully awkward position, ripping a howl of anguished, foul language from the green eyed youth’s throat.

“Son of a bitch! LET GO! FUCK, MAN!” Jacob whined, kicking at the lawyer in vain with his other foot. It appeared Phoenix was immune to pain.

“What’s the matter, you don’t like getting hurt?” his voice was eerily calm as he applied more pressure.

“NO!” Jacob more screamed than anything else.

“This just isn’t the good kind of pain. There is good pain and bad pain. This,” he twisted the ankle even further, “Is bad pain. When you disobey me, you get the bad pain.”

“I’m sorry! Please let go!” tears were streaming down the now red cheeks, blood rushing to his face. His erection had gone down, obviously agreeing that this was ‘bad pain’. God, he never knew humiliation like this. Crying in front of his worst enemy…?

“You look so miserable. Do you want me to stop?”

All Jacob could do was nod pitifully, his voice ceasing to function.

“I don’t want to hurt you like this, Jacob. But you don’t give me a choice when you behave like a little bitch. Tell you what; I’ll give you a chance. Tell me you’re mine, and I won’t break your ankle. The longer you take to answer, the more likely it is that I’m going to break it. And trust me; it’ll be so much easier to do what I want with you if you can’t walk. So what’s it going to be?”

Jacob knew he needed more time to think, but another twist of the throbbing joint proved to be too much. He didn’t know what to think anymore. The time for thinking was gone anyway. Phoenix made his choice perfectly clear.

“…I’m yours…” he croaked out.

“Say it again, louder this time. Make me believe it.”

“I’M YOURS!”

A satisfied smirk played on the lawyer’s lips. He kissed the ankle gently before he released the sore appendage. Jacob’s leg fell limply, mostly gone numb by now. He wouldn’t be surprised if that motherfucker really did break it. He flinched as a wet tongue travelled up his cheek, licking up his shed tears.

“Don’t look so afraid. I promise I’ll only do this shit to you in the bedroom.”

“That’s not any better…”

“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth,” the man snapped warningly.
He was in a fairly decent mood now that he had Jacob right where he wanted him.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Scofield? Are you in there?” called Juanita’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, I’m helping Jacob out. He’s got a pretty bad hangover!” Phoenix yelled back, his eyes daring Jacob to contradict his lie. Like a good, little boy, Jacob shut the fuck up.

“There’s a social worker outside! She says it’s a surprise, routine visit! She wants to speak with you and Jacob.”

“We’ll be right down!”

“Alright, Mr. Scofield. I’ll entertain her in the living room!”

Both brunets remained quiet until Juanita’s footsteps were out of earshot.

“Fuck,” Phoenix sighed as he stepped away from Jacob. “Talk about shitty timing.”

“You would say that…”

“Keep the snarky comments to yourself for now. Wear those old, baggy clothes you have. I’m sure one of your flannel shirts will hide the bruises on your neck. What about your ankle? Can you walk?”

“I don’t know…” he was too afraid to move it.

“If you can’t, the story is that you twisted it at school. Understood?”

“Understood.”

“Good. I’ll see you downstairs. Don’t take too long up here.”

Jacob watched Phoenix exit without another word, wincing when the door was slammed. He just sat there, attempting to process what just went on, and drawing blanks.

…Seriously…



…What the fuck just happened?!




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Shorter chapter than usual! And there you have it. Phoenix is batshit insane. Run, Jacob. Run away.
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