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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
16/35
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 distant sound of banging along with the insistent voice eventually
seeped into Will's brain and roused him from a deep, deep sleep.
Startled, he sat bolt upright in bed and snapped his head to the side.

Alone.

He was alone and from the cold feel and unwrinkled sheet beside him,
he had been alone for some time. He was surprisingly disappointed.
Although he knew he shouldn't have been.
It should have been more of a surprise that Xander didn't knock
him in the head with something as he slept.

Will knew Xander was drunk.
Will knew Xander was not gay.
Will took advantage anyway and still had trouble regretting it.

When he realized what had awakened him, Will leapt from the bed
and he tugged on his boxers, rushing through the apartment.
Flipping the dead bolt, Will jerked the door open and stepped to the
side as the very huffy Indian brave stormed in.

"What took you so long, Uncle Will? I been standing out there
for hours. Were you still in bed?"

Will rubbed his hands over his face feeling the unshaved stubble
and the slight headache of too much alcohol.

"Sorry, Little man, I guess I slept in late. What are you doing up here
so early, dressed like Geronimo, and tummy grumbling. You hungry?"

Scotty grabbed Will's hand and started tugging him toward the kitchen.
"Yeah, but we gotta hurry or I will be late."

Will lifted the boy up on to his chair and began fixing him some cereal.
"Late for what? It's Saturday, Buddy. No school today."
"Not school. Late for my hersal. We gotta practice cause our play
is next week and we gotta be ready. Mom said she got errands to do
and a pointment so you gotta take me to the school for practice."

Behind Scotty's back, Will clenched his jaw. His brain hurling insults.
'Fucking lazy bitch.'

Leaning down he kissed the top of the boy's head.
"Sure, o.k. You eat and I'll go get ready."

Scotty shoveled a spoon of corn flakes in his mouth and washed it down
with a swallow of orange juice before laughing.
"That's good, cause I don't think Mr. Harris wants to see you in your
underwear."

Will froze.

"Mr. Harris?"
"Sure. Mr. Harris is my teacher. You know that. He is doing our
play for Thanksgiving. Now you go hurry."
Scotty sternly pointed his spoon in the direction of Will's bathroom
as milk dripped off it's handle onto the floor.

Will did as he was told.

Xander stepped out of the shower carefully. The hot water had gone
a long way to easing the pounding in his skull from the world's worst
hangover.

He remembered waking up in Will's bed nearly two hours earlier,
flabbergasted that he was in another man's apartment, naked, tucked
in and apparently spending the night.

After sex!

Oh, yes, he knew there had been sex.
He couldn't recall exactly what form that sex had taken, but he recognized
the bone melting full body relaxation that followed an explosive orgasm.

He had gingerly rolled over on his side and stared at the beautiful man
that was lying next to him and knew if he didn't haul ass fast, Will
would wake up and, like him, remember what they had done.

Straight men never take that sort of thing well.
He knew that from experience.
It would appear that a side effect of alcohol is temporary homosexuality
that wears off as the drunk does.

It was a depressing thought. Even more depressing was the consideration
that because of what they had done, Will would never want to spend
nondate time with Xander again.
And last night was the best time Xander had had in years.

After slipping out of bed, he had gathered up his clothes, dressed in
the living room and ducked out. All he wanted was to go home,
crawl in bed and wait for the stroke that was threatening to erupt
in his brain.

The drive home was spent with one hand on the wheel and the other
massaging his temple. It was the worst hangover he ever had even if
it was only his second.
"Aneurysm" He repeated the word several times till he felt comfortable
with using it on his obituary.

The minute he arrived home he saw the reminder on his refrigerator

PLAY REHERSAL AT 9:00 AM. SATURDAY.

His mouth fell open in disbelief.
"Oh, hell, no! Please God, just strike me dead now!"
Xander immediately went into work mode, putting a pot of coffee
on to perk and headed to the shower to wash, whining and begging
for divine intervention each step of the way.

Forty minutes, a shit, shave and shower later, and Xander felt almost
human again. He drank two cups of coffee and ate a piece of cinnamon
toast. He quickly gathered up his notes and headed for the car.

Pulling into the parking lot, Xander was relieved to see that only a couple
parents had beaten him here. Climbing out, the children, both dressed like
Pilgrims rushed to him chanting,
"Mr. Harris, Mr. Harris!"

He waved, signaling the parents could go. The children were in very capable
hands. Over the next fifteen minutes, it was a flurry of activity. Children
dressed in all sorts of Thanksgiving costumes ran to join the group as the
parents were reminded, yes, two hours and they could be picked up.

Xander squinted in the bright autumn sun and wished he had brought sun glasses
to sooth his blood shot eyes. He immediately began lining up the Indians
in one area, Pilgrims in another and Turkeys and trees in the back.
Rotten as he felt, the kids deserved his best.

"Hey, Mr. Harris! Wait, here I come."

Xander turned around at the sound of the eager voice and came
face to face with Will Stanford and the vivid flashbacks his brain
now chose to supply.
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Bee update:
Still using candles, flashlights, and bottled water. Hoping to have the glass from
The shattered windows replaced tomorrow. Phone by Saturday and hoping
For electric and water next week. The Bee is still fine and in fairly good
Spirits.
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