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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
17/35
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.






"Hi"
Scotty ran over to the other Indians, turned and stood straight
and tall, trying to catch his breath from running.
"I'm late cause Uncle Will was still in bed, wasn't you uncle Will?"

Will stared at Xander with a deer in the headlights look on his face.
Neither man knew what to say but each was slightly relieved that anger
didn't seem to be top on the menu.

Will eased a step closer trusting that Xander wouldn't swing on him in
front of a gaggle of 5 year olds.
"Yeah, ha ha, seems I had a late night. Was still a bit knackered
this morning."

Xander's whole body relaxed and he metaphorically stuck one
toe in to test the waters.

"Seems to be a lot of that going around. I was a bit, um, SPENT,
myself."

Will tipped his head to the side slightly, unsure if he was understanding
things as they were beginning to appear and he took another step
forward.

"So, you were, um, spent? That mean you had a good evening?"

Xander decided caution could be an expensive currency. One that
might cost him dearly.

"I actually had a VERY good evening. At least what I can remember of it."
He chuckled, aware that the children were watching closely and would
soon become restless.

Will now took the biggest risk of all.
"Well, then it sounds as though we have something in common. Do we?
Are we similar, Xander?"

Xander's face burst in to a shining smile that reached to his eyes and
almost cured his pounding headache.

"I do believe we are. Maybe that is something we could discuss
in length later."

"Mr. Haaaaaris Come oooooonn. We gotta practice."
Scotty was whining and on the verge of stomping his feet at the
inexcusable interruption.

Xander turned, knowing his priority was about to stage a mutiny.
"Maybe we can talk after, or you can sit over on the bench and watch,
that is if you want."

Will grinned like a silly school girl.
"Yeah? I think I would like to watch."
Happily, Will retreated to the side bench to patiently bide his time, all three
minutes of it before the smile on his lips turned to a frown and his brow
wrinkled up.

His lips cramped and his left eye twitched as he strained to remain silent.
The tree kids were blocking the Pilgrims and the Turkeys were jumping
in front of the Indians, interrupting the exchange of corn for beads.
Nothing about the staging was making sense.

Finally, when the group was taking a 5 minute break, Will called Xander
to the side.

"Say, Pet, I hope you don't mind my interfering, but just a couple
suggestions. Fact is, all the little ankle biters and their families want them
to be the star so you have trees and turkeys darting about hither and yon.
What say, you start the scene out rounding a nature setting. Feature just
them before bringing in the Indians, then the Pilgrims. That gives each
of them the chance to be center of attention before you start the story
and no one feels the need to be noticed over the others."

Xander was taken aback by the simple, well organized solution to his
problem. That, and the thought that he had just found another man who
was as kid friendly as he was, threatened to turn him on enormously.
Despite the fact that this was not a good time or place.

The rest of the morning was spent blocking the scenes, practicing
simple dialog and wiping noses.
By the time the happy parents strolled in and collected their offspring,
the progress was obvious to all.
Mr. Harris's Thanksgiving program had a new director.

"Bye. Practice saying your words. See you next week."
Xander waved as, one by one, the playground cleared out and there
were only three people left standing.

"Come on, Uncle Will. We gotta go home now. I wanta tell Mom how
good I say my words."

Will looked hungrily at the man standing next to him. It was a piercing stare
that Xander could feel slither through his body and swim in his veins like
an electric eel.

"Ah, It's such a nice day, I kind of thought I might go for a bit of a walk
before I go home. Heeeey, I have an idea. Would you and your Uncle Will
mind if I walked a while with you?"

Will smirked and glanced up. Unless he was mistaken, the sun just got a whole
lot brighter.

"Wow! That would be great, wouldn't it Uncle Will?"
Scotty grabbed Xander's hand on one side and Will's on the other.
"Look at me. I'm walkin' just like the other kids. I got a Daddy on
one side and a Mommy on the other."

Xander and Will exchanged stunned stares over the boy's head then,
quickly, without comment, stared straight ahead as they continued
walking.

At the front of the apartment building, Will sent Scotty ahead to call for
the elevator befoe quietly whispering.
"Give us a mo then meet me up at my place. I think we have some things
to get straight. So to speak."

Xander stepped back as though he intended to continue down the street
and nodded before waving.
"See ya later, Scotty. See you at practice."

Scotty and Will waved back, stepped in the elevator and disappeared
as the door closed. Immediately, Xander began pacing in front and
counting. One one thousand. Two one thousand. Three on thousand.....

Somewhere around sixty six one thousand, Xander found himself again
explaining his presence.
"I swear, Officer Bryan, I was just out for a walk."
"Unlike yesterday when you were just out for a drive."
"O.k., well I can see where you would see the similarity."
"In fact, this is even the same neighborhood that you said you were
not stalking last night."
"No! No, I swear. No stalking. Just walking. In fact, I do believe
I'll go in now. Thanks for asking."
"Whoa there. You live in this building?"

Xander looked inside and cringed.
"Um, not exactly, but I have a friend that lives here and I'm just......"
"Prowling?"
"Prowling? NO! No, prowling. No stalking, no prowling."

Will was beginning to think Xander had changed his mind and done a runner
when the bell finally rang. He had considered answering stark naked, but
that little voice in the back of his head had advised him not to. Maybe they
needed to lay all their cards on the table before he jumped the man's bones.

Opening the door, he was surprised.
"Officer Bryan?"
"Morning Mr. Stanford. This gentleman was seen stalking around the front
of your building. He says he knows you."
"No! No stalking. I was..... Oh for Gods sake, Will, just tell him you know
me."
"Hmmm. You do seem a bit familiar. What did you say your name was?"

"WILL!!"

Laughing, Will grabbed Xander by the arm and pulled him inside.
"It's all right, Officer. Thanks for your concern."
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