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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class

12/35
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.






The street was a hustle and bustle of activity. People were coming and
going in and out of the shops, stores, bars, restaurants, and theatres.

The two men stood in the center of the wave of human movement.
Neither knew what to say or do. Xander had practiced witty conversations
and comebacks in his bathroom mirror and believed he was prepared for any
conceivable situation.

This one was unexpected.

Will's only thought was his desire to keep the other man here.
"Well, looks like we won't be Batmanning tonight. The only other
movie showing is "Babe, Pig In The City" and I don't know about you,
but there is no fucking way I am going to sit through that shite."

"HA! No, I don't think Babe will cut it tonight. Besides, the plot and
story line are weak. It wasn't near as good as the original."

Will stared at Xander as though he had just landed from the planet Hoo Hoo
and was asking about Earth's leader. The strangest part was that obviously
Xander found nothing off putting about the fact that he knew the plot
diversities of barnyard animal movies.

Will shook his head and continued.
"O.k. Well, anyway, we are already out and about and the evening is
young why don't we at least go have a drink or two?"

Xander was delighted. Anyway he could spend time with Will was good.
He briefly worried that on an empty stomach he couldn't drink much
without getting woosy, so he promised himself that he would be careful.
"Great. That sounds great. I could toss back a brewsky or two."

Immediately, Will became concerned that Xander would think he was
coming on to him and he didn't want to stir up a case of fagphobia. So,
with his thumbs in his belt loops, Will sniffed and drawled.
"Yeah, we might get lucky. Pick up a couple girls and get laid."

Xander's brow wrinkled slightly.
"Oh, sure, totally laid, sounds, um, good."
He tried his best to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Hey, I know, The Rubber Duck is right down the street. They have
drinks and a dance floor. It's a little cleaner than some of these dives.
Let's go there."

Xander's reply fell on deaf ears as Will was already trotting off down the
street. His nondate hurried to catch up. Within minutes they stepped inside
and Xander's ears were assaulted with the unmistakable noise of grown ups
having fun.

It was a foreign sound that he hadn't been a part of for a very long time.
More accustomed to patty cake, hide and seek and singing games,
Xander wondered if he shouldn't just turn and walk away.

"Hey, you o.k?"

Xander looked into the beautiful, concerned, blue eyes, and he knew
he wasn't going anywhere.

"Yeah, sorry, I don't get out much."

Will's face broke out into a glorious smile and Xander's heart told
him that the sum of the earth, the moon and the stars would only be half
of Will. Xander hoped he wasn't setting himself up for a monumental fall.

"Well, we'll just have to do something about that. Come on, there's
a table over there."

The two men made their way over to grab the unoccupied piece of
territory and claimed it like a flag set on the North Pole.
Digging into his pockets for his wallet, Will dropped his cigarettes,
lighter and cell phone on the table, giving Xander strict instructions.
"Stay here. I'll go get us a beer. Don't move!"

Xander grabbed the edge of the table, ducked his head and growled,
his eyes darting viciously all around as he snarled protectively.
Will laughed, patting him on the head.
"Good boy."

Relaxing slightly, Xander now looked around. It wasn't so bad, he decided.
Just normal people doing normal things. Friends getting together for an
after work drink, just like him and Will.
"O.k. Yeah, this is cool." He muttered, bobbing his head up and down.

He watched as a small band began setting up their equipment in the corner
of the wooden dance floor and he patted his hand on the table top in time
to a tune that played only in his head.

"Yep, grown up here. Out on the town. Having a drinky poo with...."

RINGGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGGG

Xander stared at the vibrating, noisy item as though it had grown
legs and was doing the hokey pokey at his finger tips.

"Will's phone." He muttered. Craning his neck, he could see the
back of the now familiar white blond head as his nondate waved
money in the direction of the extremely busy bar tender.

RINGGGGGGGG RINGGGGGGGGGGGG

He was locked in the center of a mental tug of war and wished the
damn thing would just stop and solve the dilemma for him. Finally,
the side pulling the rope that said "It could be important" won and he
grabbed it up.

"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
"Who the fuck is this?"
"Xander. Who the fuck are you?"
"Zipper? Look, Zipper, just put Spike on the phone."
"The name's Xander, not Zipper and who the fuck is Spike?"
"Spike is the man whose fucking phone you just answered."
"Well, for your information, this phone belongs to Will, not
Spike, so you, smart guy, have got the wrong number. HA!"
"And you, my dear Zipper, are an idiot. Spike IS Will. Now I don't
know why you are answering his phone, but tell him that Angel called
and he needs to call me back about Vampire's Curse. Can...you...
remember...all....that?"

Xander scowled at the insinuated insult.
"Oh, I think I can. That is, if your name happens to come up in the
conversation. Now what was your name again? Angle? Dangle?"
"ANGEL!"
"Riiiight. Well, Mr. Dangle, WILL and I are busy right now but if he
asks if you called, I will certainly tell him. Lovely chatting with you.
Bye, bye."

Xander grinned and snapped the phone shut. Then as an after
thought, opened it up again and turned it off.

"Miller all right?"

Xander accepted the offered bottle and watched as Will sat down.
"Great, thanks."'
Copying his nondate's action, Xander tipped the bottle up and swallowed.
The strong bitter liquid ran down his throat and landed in his stomach
like a brick. Xander flinched. He had never been a drinker. He figured
long ago that his parents had consumed their share and his for a full
lifetime.

Will watched with concern as Xander's face screwed up into an odd
expression and wondered if his underwear had taken a nasty twist
on him.
"That not your brand, Pet?"

Within seconds, a warm alcohol flush flooded his body and Xander
smiled.
"It's puuuuurfect."
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