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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Franklin ‘The Dude’ Dudikoff was in a fantastic mood as he walked down the sidewalk. He went to bed the previous night, with anxiety on the mind after a job interview early in the week. It wasn’t as if it was the only one he had lined up since he liked to be prepared in case, but he was banking on getting this particular job as this particular school. It was at the top of his list.
            He woke up to a phone call first thing in morning, letting him know that next year he’d be teaching fifth grade at Third Street School. His grogginess was gone the moment he heard those words. Up and dressed, he had to share the news, and by share, he meant brag to the administration that he was going to keep them on their toes. First things first, the head honcho himself, Prickly.
            Franklin was sure he was going to get a phone call or email or something on Monday, but he was he wanted to be the one to share this news. And see the look on his face. He might not be able to cause trouble himself, but there’s going to a least a few students that he could share his knowledge of school with. He already had one in mind.
            It didn’t take much to find Prickly’s house. He straightened his jacket and tie before pressing the doorknob. He didn’t bother trying to hide his smile; this was just too good. When the door finally opened and Prickly stood in the doorway, his eyes looked around as if he was expecting someone else. Franklin didn’t pay it any mind.
            “How ya doin’, Pete?” He asked. “Good I hope.”
            “What on Earth are you doing here, Dudikoff?” Prickly asked. “Don’t you have anything better to do on a Saturday?”
            “Yeah, but this is important,” said Franklin. “Can I come in?”
            “Is the world going to end if I say no?”
            “Well, no—”
            “Then no.” Prickly stepped back and started to close the door. Franklin put his foot in the say to stop him.
            “C’mon, Prickly. You’re gonna want to hear this,” Franklin tried. “Just hear me out.”
            Prickly sighed. “Fine. Just give me a minute, alright? Move your foot.”
            Franklin took his foot back, and the door shut. After a few minutes, the door opened again, and Prickly allowed him to step inside. Why the few minutes before letting him in, he didn’t know, and wasn’t about to ask. It would get in the way of why he was here. He was lead into the kitchen and passed on the coffee offered to him. He already had more than enough energy in him.
            “Okay, out with it, Dudikoff,” Prickly said. “Why are you here?”
            “I wanted to be the one to tell you that next school year I’ll be joining your faculty and working at Third Street,” he said proudly. The look on the principals face was exactly what he came here for, even if it only lasted for a few seconds.
            “Was that ruckus you caused as student teacher wasn’t enough for you?” Prickly asked between sips.
            “What, you didn’t like it?” Dudikoff joked. “Sorry, guess I just can’t say goodbye to Third Street.”
            Prickly rolled his eyes. “Or you want to be a thorn in our sides.”
            “Hey, if I want to stay, I can’t cause too much trouble and give you a reason to fire me,” he said. Franklin leaned against the wall. “I’ll have to settle to sharing my knowledge with the students.”
            “That’s even worse,” Prickly groaned. “Last thing I need is Detweiler having your advice and causing even more havoc.”
            “Oh yeah, how’s that kid doing, anyways?” He asked. “If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have come up with that idea and probably wouldn’t have graduated.”
            “Detweiler’s fine. Still being a pain in my neck, as usual,” said Prickly. “If that’s all you came over to tell me, then do you mind leaving?”
“Bored with me already? Fine, I’ll go. Be sure to warn Finster about me.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“Mr. Dude?”
Confused, Franklin turned to the source of that familiar voice. Standing just outside the kitchen doorway was that kid, Detweiler, looking up at him with surprised eyes. With one of Pricklys jackets draped over his shoulders and only a white shirt and boxer shorts on, for him, is was a delicious sight to behold.
He smiled.
“Detweiler! I told you to stay upstairs!” Prickly said in a panic.
“Sorry. I heard Mr. Dude’s voice and wanted to see if it really was him,” said TJ. He paused, adjusting the jacket. “Um. . .I know this looks bad, but it’s not what you think—”
“How about you go back upstairs, Squirt,” Dudikoff offered. “Grown ups gotta talk, alright.”
TJ nodded. He gave an concerned looked towards Prickly, who looked more than panicked at his appearance. Dudikoff smiled, watching him walk away, enjoying the sight of his exposed, delectable, chubby thighs.
“So, do you invite all your students over to your house or just him?” Franklin absentmindedly asked.
“It’s not what it looks like. Detweiler showed up on my doorstep looking like a mess and needed to clean up,” said Prickly. “Hes leaving as soon as his clothes are washed.”
“Uh-huh.” Franklin loosely folded his arms, only turning back to the older man when he heard the faint sound of a door shutting from upstairs. “I’ll give you credit, that’s a decent enough lie. Is he always half naked when he’s over here?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Dudikoff scoffed. “Sure you don’t.” He stood up from leaning against the wall, still smirking. Today was turning out to be extra good. “You know me, Pete. Do I look like a snitch?”
“What-“
“He’s a cute kid, don’t you think? Can’t say I blame you. I take it he came to you, didn’t he?” Franklin asked. “Hes got that forward type of personality, and I doubt you’d be willing to risk your career on a kid who wasn’t interested.”
“. . .Are you saying what I think you are, Dudikoff?”
“I’m just saying you’re a very lucky man having that walking around your house,” he said. “He’s wearing your jacket. Cute. Mind if I get a better look?” He did wait for a response before walking to the staircase. “Hey, Kid, come here!” He shouted.
When Detweiler appeared at the top of the staircase, Pricklys jacket was gone and he was back in a pair of pants. What a shame, Dudikoff thought.
“Well, c’mon. I’m not gonna talk to you when you’re all the way up there,” Franklin jokes. “Meet me in the living room, Kid.”
On his way to the couch, Franklin chuckled at Pricklys still standing in the kitchen, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking in what was said in their five minute conversation. He made himself comfortable on the couch, patting the cushion next to him when Detweiler came in, still looking nervous.
“Don’t look like you’ve seen a ghost, Squirt. I thought out of everyone, you’d be the most excited to see me again,” said Franklin. It was true; their brief interaction during his student teacher week was enough for him to remember the kid and his enthusiasm to learn from him. “What gives?”
“You aren’t going to tell on Principal Prickly, are you?” TJ asked. “Im the one that forced my way into his house—”
“Whoa, slow down there, Champ. You’re worrying over nothing.”
“I am?”
Dudikoff nodded. “After everything you learned about me, all the stuff I used to do, do I seem like the guy who would grow up and become a snitch?”
“No, I guess not. But aren’t you supposed to anyways for stuff like this?” TJ asked.
“Probably. But you aren’t here against your will or anything, right?” Franklin asked. “Hes not forcing you to do anything, is he?”
“No. He always asks when we do stuff. A lot,” he said. “Its kinda nice.”
“Good. That’s good. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt,” Franklin said. He paused, thinking of the right words to say next. “You like wearing his jacket.”
A blush rose on those pinchable cheeks. “Yeah. It makes me feel safe. I feel safe and protected when I’m with Pete,” said the boy. “I like spending time with him.”
“He’s lucky to have you running around here half naked, huh?”
“I just don’t like pants. . .” Detweiler mumbled. “Why are you here?”
“I came to tell the old guy that I’ll be a teacher at Third Street next school year. I wanted to see the look on his face,” he admitted. “Kinda disappointed at his reaction.”
“That’s cool. What grade are you teaching?”
“Fifth.”
“Really?! Can I be in your class next year?!”
“You’re gonna have to take that up with Prickly. Teachers can’t pick and choose which students are in their class. But I’d be happy to see more of you.”
“I’m sure he’ll let me if I asked. He usually gets me what I want.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure this time, Squirt. Not sure how happy he’ll be to have you so close to someone who can teach you ways to raise even more hell at school.”
“Oh, yeah. You’re right,” said TJ. His smile feel into a frown. Dudikoff couldn’t have that.
“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “How about we show the old man that we can spend time together without you going on and unleashing chaos at the school?”
“He’s not that old, but yeah, I see where you’re coming from,” said the fourth grader. “I’ll spend time with you, Mr. Dude. That’s a lot to do just to get me to trust you though, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean, Squirt?”
“I mean, you’re a pervert, right? That’s why you aren’t going to snitch on us,” he said. “That and you want to, uh, get close to me, right?”
Franklin blinked.
“I mean, I don’t mind. You’re like my idol and I look up to you and stuff, so I wanna spend time with you, but that’s the real reason why you want to, isn’t it?”
Dudikoff was at a loss for words, having his own plans laid out in front of him, as if it was obvious. Sure, the kid wasn’t an idiot but he hoped he wasn’t that easy to read.
“Cheeky little shit, aren’t you?” Franklin scoffed. “You got me, Kid. Guilty as charged.” He held up his hands. Kid was more perceptive than he thought. “So, what do you say?”
TJ shrugged. “I want to spend time with you first, okay? But not today. I want to stay here. It’s been a long week, and I want to relax.”
“Hey, I get it. I was planning on running a few errands and kicking back at my place after telling Prickly the good news. Then I saw you walking around here half naked. Today’s been a good day for me.” Franklin pulled out a small card from a pocket lining the inside of his jacket and handed it over to the boy. “Call me when you wanna spend some ‘bonding’ time together,” he said. “If anyone asks, I’m your tutor assigned by Pete himself, got it?”
“Got it.”
“Good.” Dudikoff ruffled the boys hair before standing up. “Alright, Prickly, I’m heading out so your blood pressure can lower again. I’ll see you later, Squirt.”
“See you later, Mr. Dude.”
      TJ watched Dudikoff leave with a wide smile on his face. He didn’t think he’d see the guy again after his stint as a student teacher months ago, so it was nice when he showed up in Pricklys kitchen. Fantastic even. Weeks after the Dude left he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not during those brief moments during the day when his mind would travel, or at night when he laid in bed and his hand would travel and end up in his pants. And now the chance for those imagined movies to come true were right at his finger tips.
            “Good riddance,” Prickly said, entering the room. He spotted the card in the boys hand. “What’s that?”
            “His number. He wants me to call when I want to hang out,” TJ explained. “Can we go back upstairs, now? I wanna finish the movie we were watching.”
            “Yeah, let’s go. I want to get rid of the headache Dudikoff gives me by just being around,” he said. While Detweiler headed back upstairs to once again abandon his own clothes in exchange for an oversized button up and blazer, Prickly checked and double checked the front door locks. Satisfied, he gave one last check to the curtains to make sure they were closed to any prying eyes before heading upstairs and into his bedroom.
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