Head Of The Class
Paring: S/X HAU
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
Xander was on cloud 9. He couldn't remember the last time he
had had a better evening.
The beers were flowing freely and the conversation was easy
The music was loud and the lights low making it possible for him to
accidentally bump against the knees or hands of the handsomest man
in the room. If he didn't know Will was straight as an arrow, Xander
would have SO made a move.
It was the only thing that would make the night perfect. If he could
touch, kiss, maybe even dance with this man he would die happy.
'But.' Xander kept reminding himself 'this is a nondate.'
Will laughed out loud. Xander clearly was not a big drinker. Three
beers and his face was flushed and his speech slurred. His innocence
and open honesty attracted him to the kindergarten teacher like
white to rice.
The best part was that Xander was just drunk enough that he
was slightly wobbly, causing him to lean slightly, giving Will the
opportunity to touch his warm, tan darkened, sun kissed skin.
It was an opportunity that he took full advantage of and ran with.
Patting Xander's knee as he asked him if he wanted another beer, a
hand on Xander's arm as he laughed at a funny comment, and placing
his lips against Xander's ear when he spoke as if the noise in the bar
precluded a reasonable conversational tone.
It also didn't hurt that a case of nerves had Will downing a quick
shot of whiskey each time he went to the bar for another round of beers.
He had hoped it would dull the overwhelming need and attraction he was
feeling for the man. The result was that he was easily as tipsy as Xander.
"Hi. You two are the hottest things in here tonight, next to us. Want
Both men looked up at the two blond, heavily made up women.
They were scantily dressed, with low cut tops and tight, short skirts.
Not waiting for an answer, they jerked out their chairs and plopped down,
settling in, confident they would be welcome.
Xander scowled. He nearly shook his fist at them. If he had a
broom, he would have swung it at them like an annoying, disgusting
mouse that had invaded his pantry. Luckily, his beer soaked brain still
had one functioning corner and he remembered Will's earlier desire
to find some girls and 'get laid.'
"Yeah, sure. Sit down. We like, totally want some company, don't
"We want WHAT?"
Will felt as though someone had just thrown cold water in him but the
look of surprise and joy on Xander's face was the slap of reality that
he needed to bring him back to earth.
"Hell, yes. I'm Will and this is Xander."
Blond Bimbo #1 squealed.
"Xander. Oooo. That is SSSOOOO cute. I'm Gracie and this is
Mel. We come here all the time, we love to dance AND we put out."
Both girls whooped and laughed, sticking their chests out and tossing
their stiff, overly sprayed hair in the men's faces.
Quickly, Mel recovered and threw her arm around Will's shoulder.
"Gracie and I are thirsty as hell. If you were going for some beer,
neither of us would say 'no'. Course, neither of us have ever said 'no'."
Xander and Will looked at each other. This was NOT what either of
them wanted, but the other's happiness was the most important thing, so
Xander jumped up.
Gracie leapt to her feet and joined him, grabbing his arm and tugging him
close, pressing her ample chest against his elbow.
Will wanted to scream. The sight of that woman putting her hands all
over the places that he wanted to touch was making him crazy. It was
also causing Xander's skin to crawl.
"We know who you are."
Will's face snapped back around to see Mel winking and blowing a
kiss at him.
"We've seen ALL your movies, SPIKE."
Mel's eyes slithered down to Will's lap where she stared, licked her
lips and inhaled deeply before looking back up.
Will checked to make sure that Xander was out of ear shot before
leaning over to his unwanted companion.
"Look, Pet, my buddy there doesn't know and I want to keep it that way
so just drop it o.k? Maybe you and your friend could find a couple
of other guys to..."
"Nope. I don't think so. See, Gracie and I are just here for a few
free drinks, some dancing, and maybe a quick fuck in the alley
out back. So, the way I see it, you buy the beer, I get a chance to
dance with the famous Spike, and you are guaranteed a hell of a
blow job. All in exchange for me calling you 'Will'. Sound fair?"
Will frowned, but he knew when he was beat. He couldn't believe
how fast this night had gone down hill.
"Wow. you must be thrilled to be spending time with Spike."
Xander looked at Gracie, handing her a couple beer bottles and
frowned. That was the second time he had heard that name tonight.
"Spike? You mean Will?"
Gracie giggled unattractively with lipstick on her teeth.
"Yeah, I guess Spike is just his professional name. His MOVIE STAR
Xander smiled. That made sense. Will had said he made some small
independent films. Maybe he was using a stage name. He resolved to kid
Will about it later.
"Oh, yeah, his movie star name."
Xander chuckled as though he knew all about it.
Returning to the table with several bottles of beer, Xander was dismayed
to see the table empty. When he looked around, he spotted Will on the
dance floor, Mel draped over him like a snake around a tree.
"Oh, they're dancing, come on."
Before he could argue, Gracie dragged Xander out onto the floor and
clamped her arms around his neck. Depressed, angry and drunk, Xander
decided to go along with one dance then head home. He was miserable
at the turn tonight had taken.
Then, he turned his eyes toward Will and was stunned to see the soft,
hooded blue ones staring back. They were locked and loaded with no
doubt who the target was. Xander held his breath at the intensity
he saw there. He couldn't have looked away if he tried.
Automatically, his body began to move.
The air around them shimmered with the damp heat that rolled off their
flesh and the oxygen in the room felt in short supply.
The band played on.
A slow, soft, bluesy love song whose rhythm seeped into the body
causing the muscles to involuntarily sway and dance.
Xander gently shifted Gracie to his other side and he turned their bodies
so he could face Will. Will did the same.
Xander watched with fascination as Will's hips moved with a subtle ease and
erotic roll that settled in Xander's groin. He imagined that he was the one in
Will's arms. That it was his body being held flat against Will's hard chest
and washboard stomach.
Will's eyes slid down Xander's body, catching a glimpse of the erection
that was tenting the front of his Dockers and he made up his mind that there
was no way that slut in His Xander's arms would touch that.
Steering his dance partner forward, Will was now just inches from where
Xander danced. The two men watched each other with an open, hungry,
shared expression, their courage fueled from the alcohol.
Xander ran his hand up Gracie's back telling himself that the body he was
caressing was firmer, flatter and smelling of after shave.
Will gasped at the sight and could almost feel the large rough hands
against his skin.
Three side steps to the left, and Xander stood back to back with Will.
Leaning back and with Gracie still in his arms, Xander stood flush
against Will. Touching, from the backs of their heads, shoulders,
hips and butt cheeks pressing tightly together.
Someone moaned. Eyes rolled up. The music stopped.