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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
23/35
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.






When it rains it pours.

Will had always thought that was an ominous saying that signaled the
onslaught of bad luck, but apparently it was just as accurate when
describing a run of good fortune because right now, Will was wallowing
in a deluge of all things right.

Humming as he stepped from the shower, Will considered the roller
coaster ride his life had taken in the last few days. For a long time he
had been at the bottom, both professionally and most certainly, personally.

It wasn't that he hated his job. That would be a lie. He was, after all,
a guy that fucked for a living and he could honestly say that he never
required a fluffer. Unlike some people he preferred not to mention.

So, while lots of people say that they get screwed by their coworkers,
and fucked at work, Will really did.
A lot.
And it was o.k.

Then, on the heels of an amateur play of a fictitious first Thanksgiving,
he had claimed the man of his dreams. An obvious attraction that led
to a pretend-straight date that tumbled into a sweaty sheet fuckfest.
A VERY pleasant surprise.

Xander was quite simply fantabulous!
Sweet, innocent, honest and loving. The polar opposite of every
other man Will had ever known, probably including himself.
Xander Harris, kindergarten teacher.
Will giggled at the silliness of the title.

His first reaction, when he met him at the parent teacher day, was
pleasantly surprised. It brought joy to his heart to know that his son
was in such capable hands. That he was being taught by an honorable,
decent man.

But then they spent the day together.
Yowza!

Xander Harris had hidden talents! He brought a freshness to an activity
that had become mechanical. Will felt like a teenager discovering, for
the first time, that someone else's hand feels better than your own.

Will leaned forward and stared into his bathroom mirror. He tipped
his head from sise to side and squinted. Were those crows feet at the
corners of his eyes?

He wasn't as young as he used to be. He wasn't a twenty year old stud
any more and knew that fucking for film was a short term deal. Make the
big bucks by being a big buck, then step away.

His real dream, some day, was to make his own films. Start a small
independent film company and make real movies. Movies he
could stand up proudly in front of his son and say, "I made that."

In fact, he had already bought the rights to a script that he thought
held great potential. A love story, set in the 40's of a moonshiner
and a government agent. Will felt in his heart that it could be a
ground breaking gay romance with a bit of history and adventure
thrown in.
It would be the turning point in his life and career.

It would be a time when he could tell Scotty the truth. He could say
the words. "I'm your Dad, and I love you more than life itself."
Hopefully that day would come soon.
He had been saving money like crazy and this next porn film should
bring in double what he made on his last.

He was overwhelmingly grateful for the audience's desire to see Angel
take several inches of Spike's cock up his arse. On his knees, on his
back, legs up, toes touching the floor, anyway physically possible,
Will would be making hay were the sun couldn't shine.

It was the main reason Will had gotten into yoga to strengthen
his flexibility.
'Oh well," He thought. 'We do what we have to do.'

Smiling, he finished drying himself and headed to dress. He had
a morning date. He was supposed to meet his Xan at the school
around ten, so Will wanted to leave early and surprise him with
a hot fresh Starbucks.

Ruffling the towel over his wet hair, Will considered how his good
luck was and it just kept raining down on him.

All day Sunday, between calls to Xander, one which had been to just
ask what color Xander's socks were, Willow had come up to see him.
She was ready. She would actually do it.
In two weeks, she would leave for 30 days in a rehab program.

He had hugged her and they cried together. It was the chance
for Scotty to have a good life that they both had always wanted.

They had agreed to talk to Scotty together. He would continue to go to
school, which worked out great for Will's filming schedule, then stay
with Will for the month. The small den had an old worn couch that the
boy had slept on more than once when his mother forgot to come home, and
Will made up his mind that the two of them could make it into a special
bedroom. One that Scotty would feel was really his.

Will was psyched.
The world was his oyster.

Will was about to discover that sooner or later, however, all clouds,
even the silver lined ones, float away and the climate can quickly shift.

Dressed and out the door, Will zipped down the block to the caffeine
distributors and picked up two mocha grandes and the morning paper.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing and Will was headed to the
neighborhood school yard. With a bit of luck he could be playing a round
of hide and seek before the day was out.

Remembering his way down the hall, Will stuck his head in Xander's
classroom and was surprised to see it empty. He placed the cardboard
cups down on the teacher's desk and left the room.

"You lookin' fer sumtin?"

Will spun around on his heels and spotted the old man mopping the square
tiles on the floor.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm looking for a friend. Xander Harris. He teaches
kindergarten but he's not in his room."

"Oh, sure, Mr. Harris. Very nice man. Great teacher. Really likes
them kids. Even the ones that's a pain in the ass."

Will blinked.
He had a sinking feeling that he personally knew one of those kids.

"Do you know where he went?"

"Yup, I saw him about fifteen minutes ago head down for the library.
Go straight down to the end of the hall, turn left, first door."

Will gave a quick nod of the head and followed the simple instructions.
In less than a minute, he was sticking his head in a room that smelled
of books and furniture polish. He could see a long row of cubicals and the
back of a head of silky brown hair that just had to be his one and only.

Quietly, because even though it was empty, it still was a library,
Will slipped up behind him wondering if a kiss would be too brash.

"Hey, Love, there you are. I've been all over this bloody building
looking for you. Luckily I ran into some old gent on the business handle
of a broom. He said he thought he saw you come in here. What are
you up to?"

"Good Morning.........Spike."
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