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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class

11/35
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.






Buddy, bro, pal, chum. Each time Xander drove around Will's
block he passed the time thinking of as many words for platonic
friend that he could come up with.

At least an hour early, he didn't want to appear too eager by
showing up on the door step looking pathetic or needy.
He had, therefore, chosen to pass the time by driving round and
round the block playing mind games with himself.

He had logged at least six different state license plates, spotted
items on the street that started with almost all the letters of the
alphabet and explained to the nice policeman that no, he was
not lost or stalking anyone, just enjoying an evening drive.

After running a license plate check and an SSN, it was decided
that there were no orders of protection against Xander and he
was probably not dangerous.

When the officer finally gave him back his papers, Xander was
delighted to see that it had used up his last half an hour and he
was right on time. Parking at the curb, he waved as Officer Bryan
drove by again and he skipped in the front door.

The napkin listed apartment 4B as Will's so Xander took the
elevator. He quickly found the door and aimed his finger to jab
at the bell, but stopped. Several questions he hadn't considered,
suddenly came to mind.

'What if Will doesn't live alone? What if he lives with a woman?
SHIT! Does Scotty and his mother live here? How fucking 'special'
is their relationship?'

Taking a step back, Xander's confidence melted away like an
iceberg in the desert. Pacing up and down the plush, carpeted
hallway, Xander began harshly whispering.

"So what? It's not like this is a date. Nope, no datage here.
Just a couple 'o buddies seeing a flick and maybe tossing back beer
or two. No bed action. No kissing. No rutting. FUCK! Why
did I think that?"

Quickly he looked down at the twitch in his trousers and he pointed
at the offending appendage.
"Stop that! I gave you a quicky. Now go back to sleep!"

Immediately, Xander closed his eyes. He held his palms out and
slowly lowered them as he blew out his breath, chanting,
"Ohmmmmmmm. Ohmmmmmmmm"


Spike paced around his apartment, muttering,
"Mates, buddy, amigo, comrade. Yep, there are lots of different
ways to have a male friend. It's easy. We share good times, an ale,
maybe a pat on the back. We do NOT share bodily fluids. Cool.
I can do that."

Will looked at the large round clock that hung on the wall.
"Where the fuck is he? Oh, my, God! Have I been stood up?
He's not coming. So what. Who gives a fuck. Not like it was a
date or anything. Shit, he could have at least have called. Got
other things I could have done tonight. Like....like...Well, shit, he
could have called."

Just as Will was about to go take off his dress clothes, the bell rang.
He spun on his heels and looked at the door as though he had never
seen anything as strange in his life.

"Hi."
"Hi"
"Am I early?"
"No, I thought you were late, but I guess you're right on time."
"Yeah. Um, can I come in?"

Immediately Will stepped aside.
"Oh, sure, yeah, come in."

Xander looked all around, impressed. The apartment was really
nice. It was clean, spacious, and very nicely decorated. It again
made Xander wonder if there was a woman here overseeing the
decor.

"Hey, really great place. You, ah, live here alone?"

Will hustled around grabbing his keys, his wallet and his cell phone.
"Yeah, tried having a flatmate a couple years ago and found that I
am apparently a bastard to live with."

Xander laughed and relaxed considerably.
"Well, that's a shame. Maybe you just haven't found the right man yet."

The last of the comment froze on Xander's tongue as the two men
blinked and stared at each other.
Finally, Will cleared his throat and reached for the door.

"Well, guess I'll never know. Like the single life. So, we ready to go?
The theatre is just down the street. Parking is a bitch so we might as
well walk."

Xander nodded, still felling the warmth of the blush of embarrassment
just below his skin.

Once out in the cool early evening air both men relaxed as a light
breeze floated through them, taking all stress and awkwardness with it.
They fell into step together and a companionable silence. The connection
they had each felt that afternoon returned.

"F. Fire hydrant."

Will turned to look at the man at his side, confused.
"What?"

Xander laughed.
"Sorry. It is a school game. Find an object that starts with a letter of the
alphabet. You can't use a letter that has already been used."

Will didn't answer and Xander was beginning to regret sounding like an idiot
when Will finally spoke.

"C. Cat licking it's balls."

Xander roared with laughter, scaring the cat and tossing down the challenge.

"T. Tree."
"B. Bum pissing in the alley."
"S. Sack of fast food trash"
"J. Jeep running a redlight."

On and on the game went as the men laughed and tried to outdo the
other with more and more outrageous, but legitimate items. Finally,
Will stopped walking.

"S. Sold out."

Quickly Xander pointed his finger.
"HA! I win. S was already used."

Will shook his head.
"No, I mean sold out. Look. The movie is sold out."

Xander spun around to see the huge red sign in the theatre window.
Will was right and it looked like their evening was over before it started.
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