bmblbee (bmblbee) wrote in bloodclaim,

Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class

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

The two men continued to talk and relax in the warm morning sun.
They compared likes and dislikes. They shared date horror stories, both
generalizing gender, and they spoke of their families and backgrounds.

"What about movies? What was the last movie you went to see?"
Will dropped another sugar cube into his refilled cup and stirred lazily,
waiting for Xander's reply.

Xander frowned. He never went to movies. He hated going alone.
"Wow. I haven't been in years. Oh, I know. I took my class on
an outing to see Big Bird In New York."

Will's spoon stopped in mid-clank.
"Big Bird?"

Glancing down at his watch, Xander couldn't believe the time.
"Shit! It's nearly noon. We've been sitting her for and hour and a half."

Will chuckled.
"Yeah, I had a clue when the waitress asked us again if we were
going to order something or just keep drinking free refills."
He was well aware of the hour, but didn't want the morning to end.
He hadn't been this comfortable with some one in years. Just sitting,
chatting, sipping tea and getting to know each other.

Xander laughed. He wanted to stay too, but had other obligations.
"I wish I could stay..."
'REALLY wish!' He thought
"But I have afternoon parents scheduled. In fact if I don't run
now, the Miller's may be after my scalp."

Will was crest fallen. He watched sadly as Xander stood and
dropped some money on the table. When Xander held out his
hand, Will rose to his feet.

"It was wonderful meeting you, Will. Scotty and his mother are very
lucky to have you in their lives."

Will took the offered hand and shook it. When flesh connected with
flesh each man swayed forward slightly. They stared into each other's
eyes and the connection they felt was deep, soul seeking and cock

In that flash of touch, Will imagined that the rest of Xander's body
would match his hands. Large, firm, tough skinned and thickly haired.
His chest broad, and his hips wide, just right for gripping from behind.
He pictured the thighs as strong, tan and athletic, protecting a cock of
unimaginable beauty. Wrinkled, veined, dark, huge purple headed
and just the kind Will would love to introduce to his tonsils.
'Hello tonsils.'

Xander was hypnotized by the clear, ice blue eyes that pierced him as
flashes of pictures bombarded his brain. Images of looking down into
those eyes as he pounded into that English ass, Will's trim ankles
wrapped around Xander's ears. He could just see that compact body,
pale and glowing in the moonlight as his white hair bobbed up and down
between Xander's legs.

After too long a pause, Will knew if he didn't break the spell now,
he would do something monumentally stupid and frankly the wobbly
legs of the patio table didn't look as though it could hold two grown
men rutting and fucking.

"Big Bird?"

Xander shook his head. He knew he had zoned out but what the hell?
"Big Bird?"

Will pulled his hand back, releasing the wonderfully warm grip.
"Um, yeah, well, you said you haven't been to the cinema since Big Bird
so I wondered if you would like to go. The new Batman is showing,
course if you....."
"YES! I mean, sure. Sounds good. When should we......"

Will grabbed the paper napkin off the table and quickly scribbled
down his address, and phone number, shoving it Xander's face.

Xander took the napkin and looked at the scribbling. His face burst
into a smile that rivaled the sun.
"Yeah. Tonight would be great. I'll pick you up. 8:00 o.k?"

Will felt like a helium balloon had inflated in his chest and he feared he
may just float away.
"8 is great. I'll pencil you in."

Xander laughed and waved the napkin in the air as he turned to walk away.
Will watched the wonderful Dockers as they shifted and rolled and he
hoped he hadn't just made a terrible mistake.

Xander all but ran the two blocks back to the school, his feet barely
touching the ground. Rushing into his classroom he found the Miller's
already there. After a quick apology, he assured them that they had
a budding genius and hustled them out the door.

Five more sets of parents, countless colored turkeys and endless
reassurances that yes, it's normal for a child to still occasionally
wet the bed and, no, eating Elmer's paste will not kill them, and
Xander's day was done.

He repeatedly told himself that this was NOT a date. He nearly
convinced himself that he was simply excited to be spending time
with a real grown up rather than a short person that couldn't pull
up his own pants after a wee wee.

He ducked Anya and dodged the other teacher's questions about
his holiday plans and he headed home, the valued napkin safely
tucked in his pocket.

Once home, he found he was too nervous to eat and headed straight
for the shower. He jumped under the spray of hot water and lathered
up his hair. As the rinsing water flowed down over his body, he
suddenly remembered the beautiful blue eyes.

Tipping his head back, the hot sting of the water bypassed the dip
of his lower back and landed on the swell of his round, firm ass.
Reaching around he pulled apart his cheeks and moaned as the
water poured over his twitching hole, imagining it was the cool
tongue of a certain blond.

Xander quickly rolled the soap in his hands, whipping up a thick lather
then set it aside. His cock stood proudly, waiting for what it had known
all afternoon was coming.

Xander slid his feet apart in the puddle of water and ran both slippery
hands up the insides of his thighs, cupping his heavy sack. He bent his
knees slightly, running his fingers around the soft skin between ass and
nuts and twisted the short hairs around his thumbs, tugging sharply.

Finally, when he could wait no longer, Xander wrapped both hands
around the shaft of his rock hard cock. The intensity of the need caused
the muscles in his legs to shake and his sack to jerk up.

"Oh, fuck, Will. Shit, Will, I want to suck your dick, ride you, feel you
slide into every part of me."
Xander continued to whisper a string of begging profanities while
his right hand roughly stroked and squeezed his sensitive cock.

His left hand, coated with slick soap reached between his legs.
Inserting his finger into himself, Xander's ass bobbed up and down as
he fucked the poor substitution.

Within minutes, his litany became a series of moans and groans
as his nuts tightened painfully and he shot thick strings of hot
pulsing cum against the shower wall.

After what seemed like forever, the last few drops finally fell and
his body went pleasantly limp. With a goofy grin and a satisfied
sigh, Xander finished washing, splashing water on the streaks on
the glass, and reached for his towel.
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