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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class

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Author: BmblBee
Paring: S/X HAU
Rating: Adult
Warning: Contains very adult content. Strong language
and sexual activity of the m/m nature.
Disclaimer: I tried to buy them but they apparently
aren't for sale so I own none of the products or characters
named in this story and make no money from it.

Summary: Kindergarten teacher Xander meets porn star Spike.

Additional notes: Along with the wonderful banner, a big thanks
to the brilliant Petxnd who encouraged me and offered plot
suggestions.








Due to the new state laws that prohibited smoking within public
buildings, the diner had a small garden area set up outside with
tables, chairs, and umbrellas for the customers that wanted
fresh air, sunshine and a place to puff away, filling their lungs
with carcinogens and poison gases.

Seeing Will look longingly at the patio, Xander spoke first.
"It really is too nice to be inside. Do you mind if we have our coffee
out here?"

Quickly, Will dropped gratefully down in a seat near the small
painted iron railing and started fishing for his cigarettes. All his
attention focused on the Marlboro he was shaking out of the small
paper pack.

"Thanks, Mate. You're a peach. I'm desperate for a fag between
my lips. Nasty habit that, but sometime you just have to have what you
have to have. Am I right?"

Xander froze, his blood forgot which was it was supposed to be flowing
and his brain sizzled like Will's sausage on the grill.
'Ack! Will's sausage.'

"Fag between your lips?"

Will looked up and frowned at the bizarre twitch in Xander's left cheek.
He shook his cigarette pack causing one white tube to pop up which
he held up as an offering.
"Fag?"

"OH. Fag. Cigarette. No. I don't smoke. Never started. Never had
a fag between my......."

Xander attempted to sit down, missed the seat of the chair, stumbled,
caught himself before his ass could hit the sidewalk, and found his
chair settling in with as much dignity as he felt he had left.

"You all right?"

Xander waved off the embarrassment and tried to slow his heartbeat.
He was rattled and acting like a teenager on his first date.
'NOT a date.'
He mentally reminded himself.

"Yeah, sun got in my eyes. I'm good."
Picking up the menu, Xander tried to refocus.
"So. See anything you want to eat?"

Spike choked. He had just sucked in a lung full of smoky heaven
when the question came out of nowhere, catching him off guard and
causing the smoke to shoot from his nose and mouth accompanied by a
strangled cough.

"Damn. Are you sure YOU smoke?"
Xander studied Will with concern. He had never done the Heimlich.
He wasn't even sure if you could do that when it was smoke you were
choking on. Of course, he could feign ignorance and just grab him from
behind. He might get two or three good squeezes before......

"Xander!"
"WHAT?"
"You were staring at me, looking all glazed over and such."
"Damn. Sorry. I'm not sure what is wrong with me today. Look, let's
just order and take a minute to recoup."

Will nodded his agreement. He dropped his cigarette to the cement
and ground it out with the toe of his shoe. After asking the waitress
for tea and coffee, the men took a few minutes of surprisingly
comfortable silence to gather their thoughts and just enjoy the
company.

When the waitress returned with their cups, Xander took a sip
of caffeinated pleasure and decided he was ready to give it another go.

"So, what do you do, Will?"
"Do?"
"Yeah, work."
"Oh, ah, well, like everyone in California, I suppose I see myself as
a bit of a thespian."
"Wow, an actor? Have you ever been in anything I would have seen?"

Will lifted his cup to his lips, taking his time to blow on the already cooled
liquid before taking a careful sip and swallow. He then smacked his lips and
set his cup back down on the saucer.

"Um, probably not. So far it has been mostly small parts. Independent
films. You know artsy type of stuff."
Xander nodded encouragingly.
"Well you know what they say. There are no little actors. Only little
parts. I'm sure you are plenty big."

"Well, I don't want to brag but...."

Xander took another sip then continued.
"I've heard acting can be rough. Lot's of stiff competition. Asshole
directors. I'm sure you have hard times in the beginning. Working
hand to mouth, to pay the bills, but you have to just hang in.
Stick it out. Never let them see you sweat. I would love to see
you in something. Imagine that. When you really do explode
onto the scene I can say I knew you when you were up and
coming."

Will was dumbstruck. Was Xander fucking with him? Did he know?
He felt like a rat that had been dropped. by the tail, into a maze.
He didn't know which way to go, how to get out or even if there
was any fucking cheese at the end.

"Scotty."
"What?"
"Scotty. You said he needed regimentation."

Xander again switched tracks and returned from horny dick sniffer to
dignified educator of impressionable minds.

"Regimentation? No, not exactly. I just believe that children that age,
especially hyperactive ones, benefit from a reliable schedule. They
need the security of know with a certainty that at a designated time
their supper will be ready, they are expected to do chores or
school work and at the same time every evening, they go to bed."

Will smiled, he agreed wholeheartedly and knew Scotty would gain
tremendously from that type of lifestyle.

"True. True. Unfortunately his mum is a bit scattered. A free spirit
so to speak. Willow means well, she just is overwhelmed at times.
Scotty was an unplanned surprise and, well, some women don't
take to motherhood as well as others."

Xander frowned. He didn't like the sound of that at all.
"He said she was sick. Is it anything serious?"

Suddenly, Will felt like he had already said too much.
"Na, touch of the flu is all."

Xander smiled before swallowing the last of his drink.
"Maybe she just needs a few pills."

Will snorted.
"No, I don't think that's what she needs at all."
Setting his cup down, Will decided they needed a change of tract.

"How about you? How did you get into teaching kindergarten?"

Xander beamed. He loved talking about his work but it was hard finding
someone who cared to listen.

"Well, school was always hard for me. To be honest, I hated it. After
high school I worked different jobs, fast food, construction, things like
that, but just didn't know what I wanted. Then, I got a job as a janitor
in the elementary school. That's when I knew. When I saw those little
faces, so open and eager to learn, I just knew I could make a difference.
So, I went back to school and this time I loved it."

Will was mesmerized. The sparkle and purity of spirit in the dark eyes
of the man across from him was stunning. Watching Xander's face as he
spoke of his life's calling was a thing of beauty. It was certainly a far cry
from the sleazy underground life of a porn star.

Any question as to whether or not Xander knew of Spike's porn occupation
was settled. Xander was completely innocent. His life had never been touched
by such depravity and corruption.

The contrast of Will's world and Xander's was like walking from the
darkness into the warm glow of the sun.
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