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Head Of The Class

Head Of The Class
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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.






Thanksgiving was quiet. The crisp autumn day was cool with
just the hint of a threat of rain. The leaves on the huge maple
trees that lined the streets, had exploded in rich, bright reds and
yellows. Some of which had already begun to dull and fall, signaling
the end of another warm summer season.

For Will, Willow and Scotty it was a new beginning. It was a time
that held great promise for the future and like the plastic cornucopia
that adorned their table, it overflowed with a bounty of blessings.

Willow had been clean and sober for over a week. It was a minute
by minute suffering struggle that she knew was more than worth it.
She had just one more week before packing up and shipping off
to a place that both thrilled and terrified her.

She and Will had talked at length and made a decision that would
change all their lives forever. When she got back home, they
would sit down with Scotty and tell him the truth.
They would tell him that his beloved Uncle Will was really his dad.
It was something she had never wanted to do for fear that she would
lose him.

Any court that looked at her would know that she was an unfit parent.
Even a gay, porn star would be a better prospect. It was a truth that
had caused her to toss about threats and demands that Will always
buckled to.

But no more.
Her resolve was firm.
She was going to be everything Scotty deserved and she had the power
to give him what he always wanted. A father. The hardest part would
be not being with him for Chanukah, lighting the candles and telling the
historic stories, but if she could do this right, they would have a world
of Chanukahs ahead.

Will sat across the table from his family-of-sorts. He had heard once
that if you gave a man a fish you could feed him for a day but if you
taught him how to fish, he could feed himself for a lifetime.

Will had been fishing for Willow and their son for 5 years and he
knew it was time to stop. Willow would never be happy or
successful in life if she couldn't get sober and learn to fish for
herself.

"That was great. I didn't know you could cook. Wasn't that great,
Buddy? Didn't your Mum fix us a great dinner?"

Scotty groaned and rubbed his overfull tummy. He then dramatically
threw out his hands and tossed his head back.

"I ate the whole big turkey! I'm stuffed just like Mom stuffed them
bread pieces up his butt."

Willow laughed.
"Why don't you go on in and watch the Macy's parade? Uncle Will and
I are going to have coffee and some grown up talk."

Scotty flopped from his chair with a groan and shuffled off to collapse
on the couch. When he was safely out of ear shot, Will reached across
and placed his hand over her's. Her skin was cold, clammy, and her
body shook.

"I'm so proud of you. I know how hard this is and how scary but I
have faith in you. I know you can do it."

Willow nodded.
"I hope so. I've failed so many times already, I just can't fail again.
Scotty deserves better. He deserves a real family. A solid family.
Who knows, maybe when I get home, you and me might...."

Will pulled his hands back and laid them in his lap.
"Willow, I......"
"I know. I know. Just wishful thinking. Speaking of wishes, have
you heard from Mr. Harris?"

Will snorted and leaned back in his chair.
"No. I think I've heard the last of the handsome Mr. Harris. Fuck. He
didn't even want to talk. He just looked at me like I was dirt. Well, fuck
him. This next film will give me the money I need to start on my own
project and I'll be too busy to even think about him."

"Somehow I doubt that. Will, are you in love with him?"

Will just shrugged.
"Doesn't much matter if I am."


Xander rose from the table. He picked up the empty tin container
that had been his "genuine thanksgiving feast for one" and tossed
it in the trash.

It wasn't that he had to be alone on the holiday, he had several other
options. He could always go to his parents house and watch them drink,
bicker, and if he was really lucky, get more than half way through the
meal before one or the other tosses a drumstick, catches the stove on
fire, or, like last year, pass out face first on their plate, nearly suffocating
with cranberry sauce up her nose.

No thank you.

He also had invitations from friends and other teachers, but the
last thing he wanted was to sit, an outsider looking in, at a happy
family sitting round the turkey and pumpkin pie.
With his luck, they would all burst into holiday songs and a
group hug.

No, Xander preferred to sulk. He was alone and always would be.
It was a prospect that caused him to take a long hard look at his life.
Up to now, he was content. Wasn't he? He had his classroom and
an occasional out of town fling.

He was happy.
He thought.

Then came Will. Just the thought of the man caused Xander's heart rate
to accelerate. It pounded in his chest, rapidly pumping and shifting the
distribution of his body's blood supply away from the minor places
like lungs, brain, limbs, and redirected it to the more vital areas. A
blush to his face and a stiffening in his pants.

Maybe, he decided, that was why he felt like his heart was broken.
It was simply a physilogical reaction.

Thinking about the blond again caused his cock to hardened like a rock
and Xander glanced up the stairs to where the nearly worn out video
tape rested on top his night table.

He knew each line by heart. Each grunt, groan and pained expression.
He had watched it beginning to end a dozen times.
He wanted to watch it again.
He was beginning to understand a few things about himself, Will,
and the celestial rotation of the universe.

He was also feeling very foolish. He had it all, handed to him on
a silver platter and he threw it away. He didn't care what Will
did for a living. He was wonderful. He was everything Xander had
been looking for in a partner.
The short time they spent together was comfortable. Right.

Xander stood at the foot of his stairs and sternly slammed his
fist down on the palm of his hand.
"That's it! No more stupidity! I claim what I want and I take a page
from the Will Stanford book of life. From now on, Xander Harris is
going to face the world with total honesty! Then, let the fucking chips
all where they may. Gay or straight, I'm a hell of a teacher."

Still, he realized, it was the holiday. A four day weekend and
there was no one to come out to till Monday morning.
He glanced again up the stairway and figured, what the fuck.

He turned and dashed up the stairs as he unbuttoned his jeans.
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