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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
27/35
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.






Scotty stood by the car in the parking lot with a totally confused look wrinkling
his tiny features. Sometimes adults were like the funny little green Martians he
watched on the Saturday morning cartoons. They just did the strangest things
that he couldn't understand.

"But how come?"

Will sighed. He had the boy by one hand and Willow held his son's
other. She had an expression that matched her child's.

"Yeah, Will. How come?"

"Look, I want to watch, it's just that I would rather stand off to the side
rather than sit in the audience because......because.....oh, because that
way I can see better. Yes, that's it. If I sit with your Mum, all those people
sitting in front of me will block the view and I might miss you."
Will beamed with pride at his skillful explanation.

"Oh, yeah, you don't wanna miss me cause I am really good. Mr. Harris
says I am as good a Indin as he ever did see. Mr. Harris says I know
my part real good. Do you wanna hear me say it again?"

Willow cringed. She had heard the line four million times in the last few days
and considering how hard she was trying to stay sober till her trip to the
rehab, she knew hearing it again may just send her back to the bottle.

"Why don't you wait, Honey. We need to get inside. Everyone will be
getting set up to begin."

Scotty bounced on the balls of his feet. causing the colorful paper feathers
in his headdress to flip and flounce in all directions around his white blond
hair.
An interesting look for a native American.

All around them, the parking lot was a bustle of activity with children of all
ages in various costumes and dress holding on to parents or ignoring them
in varied degree, depending on the students point of puberty.

By the time they reached the doors, Scotty released both his parents
hand and rushed toward a group of his friends, trees and turkeys, all
shouting and running wildly toward the classroom.

Will and Willow stood laughing till he was safely in his area, then they
turned toward the gym.
"Scotty said we are supposed to go to his classroom right after they are
finished. Something about punch and cookies. Then we collect him and
can take him home."

Will stuck his hands in his front jeans pockets.
"Um, nope, no punch and cookies. Sorry."
"What? Will, what the fuck is going on. First you don't want to sit with
me, then you don't want to meet us in his room. Are you ashamed to be
seen with us or what?"

Will stopped walking and turned to her, shocked that she could even think
that.
"NO! No, Willow. Of course not. Hell, you know I love you like a sister,
which, considering that Scotty is our son, sounds a bit on the creepy side.
Look, I just don't want to run into the fabulous Mr. Harris."

Willow crossed her arms and squinted suspiciously.
"Why? Scotty said you and Mr. Harris were friends on the playground the
other day. What happened? You don't like him?"

Will squirmed and fidgeted. He stared down the hall at all the other parents
chatting happily and hurrying to the gym to get a good seat. He did NOT
want to have this conversation.

"Oh, sure, he's an all right bloke. Nice, good looking. Easy to talk to."

Willow's eyes bugged and her hand went to her mouth.
"Oh My...God! Will Stanford! Please tell me you are not boinking the
kindergarten teacher!"

"SSSHHHHH!!! Geesh, Willow. Damn, why not just Crayola a poster and
hang it on the bulletin board outside the kiddies lunchroom? Then the
whole world will know."

"Give, Buster. We have five minutes before this things starts. I want details
and I want them NOW!"

"Look, the condensed version is that we met, we liked each other, we, um, spent
grownup time together and he decided that I was not what he wanted. Now it
would be very uncomfortable for me to gobble his cookies and swallow his
punch, if you get my meaning."

"Oooo. Meaning crystal clear. What is he, an idiot? How dare he not
want you? Doesn't he know what a great guy you are? Any man would
be lucky to have you. Any woman too."

Will smiled at her attempt to make him feel better.
"Yeah, well, I think it has something to do with a certain clash of occupations.
Seems he thinks his students families would be slightly squicked by the fact
that their teacher's gay partner makes fuck films for a living."

Willow rubbed his arm sympathetically.
"I guess he does have a point. If I didn't know you, that might concern me,
I mean parentally speaking."

Will snorted.
"Thanks for the backing. Look I'm going to stand out of view and watch, then
slip out. Tell Scotty that the combobulator on the car was acting up and I had
to go fix it. I'll just wait for you in the parking lot."

Willow nodded.
"O.k. Sorry, Sweety.

Will shrugged and walked away.

Xander's classroom was an explosion of active, wild, hyperactive 5 year
olds as their excitement was about to reach 7.2 on the Richter scale. He
had decided to give them time to burn off the excess before harnessing what
was left. When he felt the time was right, he stood by his desk and
clapped his hands.

"Listen up! Listen up! We need to calm down and get organized. It's time
to go to the gym. I know you are all excited, but all your Mom's and Dad's
are there and they want to see the play that we have worked so hard on.
You all look so great and I am very proud of every one of you."

Every child in the class shouted and cheered before lining up as they had
practiced. Xander took a minute to walk down the line of bouncing midgets
and double check their costumes. He knew he was stalling. He knew Will
would be sitting out in the audience with Scotty's Mother. He had promised
himself he wouldn't look.
He knew it was a lie. He would look.

Xander marched proudly out onto the stage as the audience politely applauded.
Several of the mothers from the other classes clapped a bit louder, hoping to catch
the attention of the handsome kindergarten teacher. It was a well discussed fact
that Mr. Harris would be quite a catch and several of the women and more than
one of the men in the school system had their eye on him.

Xander stepped up to the microphone, his eyes scanning the room, searching.
Within seconds he found her. The redheaded woman that he had spoken to.
Scotty's Mother. And beside her sat......Dory Dartment's family?

Xander felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He didn't come.
Not that he had wanted to see him, but just knowing that Will would actually
forego watching Scotty in the play, just to avoid Xander, both hurt and infuriated him.

Still, he had a job to do. People counting on him. A place in this world.
Xander held up his hands to quiet the room, and he began to speak.
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