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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Much to Franklins delight, the kid showed up at his doorstep. A welcome surprise, sure, but seeing the frown and pout on Detweilers face made him pause. Something was bothering him, and so far, it’s been his job to help the kid with his issues.
Fair enough.
But when Franklin asked, Detweiler said it was ‘nothing’, but still insisted on tagging along with him while he ran errands. Kid wasn’t in the way or anything, but having a short person with a permanent frown on his face was eating away at the mood.
“What’s the problem now?” Franklin asked once they were back in the car for the third time that day. “Is it still your friends?”
TJ let out a deep sigh. “No. I mean, yes? But no.”
“You’re gonna have to explain it to me, Buddy. I’m not a mind reader.”
“There’s this dumb thing at school where a student goes an play golf with the principal, right? The only kid that entered was one of my friends so he got it, and now Pete’s spending all this time with him. It’s not like how we spend time together or anything, but he doesn’t have to be so excited about it and forget about me.”
“Oh, I get it. You’re feeling kinda jealous,” he said. TJ didn’t respond, keeping his arms folded and glaring at the car floor like he was trying to burn a hole in it. “Is it for some kinda golf tournament or something?”
“Yeah, between all the principals,” said TJ. “He’s all excited because Vince is good at sports and that he knows it means he’ll win. That’s great for him and everything, but can he pay attention to me when he’s at home?”
“Have you told him how you feel about it?”
“No, but he can’t be that clueless, can he?” TJ asked. “I hear enough about how ‘great’ Vince is at school, I don’t want to hear it coming from him, too.”
“Sounds like you need something to take your mind off of things, Squirt. Since I’m done with everything I need to do out here, how about we go back to my place and hang out?” Dudikoff asked. “I’ll teach you some of my old tricks of the trade.”
“Yeah, sure.” TJ was more preoccupied with the feeling of being tossed aside than that he agreed to enter Dudikoffs house for the first time. He didn’t feel jealousy often, but it felt awful. Gross. Like some weird mixture of anger and not feeling good enough. He couldn’t wait until that stupid golf thing was done and over with. He was so focused on his spiralling thoughts that he didn’t notice when they reached Franklin’s house.
“C’mon. You’re more than welcome to come in any everything but you’re helping bring the groceries in.”
TJ nodded. The trunk was filled to the grip with brown shopping bags. Dudikoff handed him two bags and lead the way inside with his own arms full. After some complicated finger work, the soon to be teacher unlocked the front door. Maybe he was too used to Prickly’s clean house and being scolded when he made too much of a mess, but he was taken back by how messy Dudikoff’s place was. Clothes tossed about, the occasional plate or cup placed in odd places, and bits of trash strewn about.
Maybe not every grown up had everything under control.
“Your place is. . .interesting,” TJ commented as he followed Franklin into the even messier kitchen. At least the table was clear enough for him to put the bags on.
“Haha, yeah. I’m kinda of a scatterbrain when it comes to cleaning. Should probably deep clean this whole place one day,” he said. Dudikoff opened the fridge. The odor of it made him step back.
“I think that day needs to be today,” said TJ. “That’s smells really bad.”
“At least the fridge.” He dragged over the trashcan and started dumping everything out. “Can’t put new food in a dirty fridge. Gotta clean it fast, though. Putting out shelves stacked with Tupperware, he carried it over to the sink. Only to be to stopped by the pile of dishes in the sink. “Ugh. . . “
“You need some help?” TJ asked.
“You don’t mind helping me clean, do you?” Franklin asked desperately. “I could really use an extra pair of hands.”
“Yeah, I don’t mind. Do you have a bucket?”
Luckily, underneath the sink wasn’t as bad as what was on top of it. With a bucket of soapy water, TJ focused on scrubbing the inside of the fridge while Franklin tackled the weeks worth of dishes he neglected. He was never a neat freak by any means; he remembered the constant lectures from his mom as a kid to keep his room clean. To him, it felt like someone actually lived in the house, and he liked that.
“Mr. Dude?” TJ asked. Frank looked back and saw the kid sitting in a chair while he scrubbed away at the mess inside the fridge.
“Huh?”
“Thanks for listening to me earlier. I can’t exactly tell my other friends, or my parents. Not that they would care.” He paused, tightly squeezing the sponge in his hands with the bit of anger that flared up. “So thanks.”
“Yeah, no problem, Kid.”
“Your place needs to be cleaned, though. I’m not taking my clothes off in here.” TJ dumped out the now dirty bucket of water in the sink. “You better not have roaches, or else I can’t see you again.”
“I don’t have roaches. I’m just a little messy,” Dude said. TJ didn’t answer. Instead, he headed out into the living room. Franklin rolled his eyes and turned back to the fridge with a clean shelf in hand. “Smartass.”
After stocking the fridge, he made work of getting the kitchen to a respectable state. Wiping off sticky spots on the counters, putting dishes back in the cabinet, finding an old recipe book on top of the fridge that he completely forgot about. Two full trashcans and a lit incense later, and the kitchen looked like it belonged to a functioning adult.
“Alright, Kid. Where’d you go?” Franklin asked. He stepped into the living room, finding that the mess was partially taken care off. What dishes were around were piled up on the coffee table, and clothes were gathered up in a basket in the nearby hallway.
“I cleaned up, because you need help,” TJ said. He handed Dude the small pile of dishes. “Do you have a vacuum?”
“In the hallway closet. Geez, what are you, a maid?” Franklin joked. What wasn’t the joke was the image of the kid in one of those cliché black and white maid costumes, the short skirt giving him ample opportunity to reach under and grope those bitable thighs. “One day,” he mumbled to himself.
“No. My parents just make me clean a lot,” TJ answered. “I hate it. But if I’m helping you, it’s okay.” Their conversation ended at the sound of the vacuum starting.
With the two of them working, they made short work of the mess. They collapsed on the couch, with the sound of the washing machine and dryer in the background.
“So now what?” TJ asked.
“Hmm?”
“You said we were gonna hang out. Cleaning your house isn’t ‘hanging out’. So what are we gonna do?”
“Oh, right. What did I have in mind when I said that?” Dudikoff scratched his head. “Oh, I remember!” He jumped out of his seat and ran into the kitchen. TJ arched an eyebrow when he returned with two chairs. “We’re making a pillow fort!”
“Aren’t you too old to make pillow forts?”
“You’re never too old for a good pillow fort,” Dudikoff said. He dragged in one more chair and headed to the closet to grab a sheet. “C’mon, grab those couch cushions and start building a base.”
The last time TJ had made one of these things was with his friends at a sleepover, maybe last year. He doesn’t remember who’s house it was at, but probably not his. They tended to sleep in his clubhouse when there was sleepovers on his place. With pillows and blankets carefully placed underneath, they made a halfway decent pillow fort to hide under. Dudikoff grabbed the tub of ice cream he bought and two spoons, and they settled underneath. With the curtains closed and the only light coming from a corner lamp, the whole room had a cozy camp feel to it.
“This is nice isn’t it?” Franklin asked. TJ nodded, as she shoveled another spoonful of vanilla ice cream into his mouth. “Do you mind me asking you a question?”
“As long as it’s not to take my clothes off,” said TJ. “I took my jacket off, that’s all you’re getting right now.”
“Nah. I wanna know, how’d you and Pete become a thing?” He asked. “Promise I won’t tell anyone.”
“Mmm. . .” TJ paused, opting to go for some of the chocolate this time. “Do you know the school lets school faculty use corporal punishment now, right? It’s mandatory that every classroom had a wooden paddle on the wall. I can’t help feel that I’m somewhat responsible for that, but whatever. I got in trouble one day. Accidently got paint on his car and, you know, he use it on me.”
“Yeah, no, I haven’t heard of that. What is this, the 70s?” He scoffed.
“So he used it on me, and. . .I dunno why, but I liked how it felt. Like, yeah, it hurt, but it felt really good, too,” he explained.
“Ha, so you liked being spanked?” Frank asked with a knowing smirk. TJ blushed, but didn’t deny it. “That’s okay, Kid. You’d be surprised how many people like it.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hmm. But finish your story.”
“Right. So a few weeks before that, there was this whole thing with getting the school to go to the movies and junk. I won that fight, but it involved a trivia match about Senor Fusion. Ever since then I wanted to ask him about his comic collection, and I guess that pushed me to finally do it. I just like spending time with him. We have a lot in common. He makes me feel safe and wanted. Even if I’m kinda mad at him right now.”
“And no one else knows?”
“Nope. Not a clue. Too risky,” he said. “Besides, it’s kinda fun keeping it a secret. Now can I ask you something?”
“Sure. Go for it, Squirt.”
“I like you, right? Like I had a crush one you when you were student teaching,” said TJ. “You shook my hand and I didn’t want to wash it. I mean I did eventually, but you get it. You don’t have to worry about me liking you, already do. But I look up to you, too. I guess what I want to ask is, are you only spending time with me just to get me naked?”
“What? No, no—”
“Because I get that part, but I don’t want to be here if that’s all you want me here for. And it’s not like I don’t want to do that stuff with you. I want it to be like with Pete, where we can spend time together outside of what we do in bed,” he said. “He’s like a dad, but you’re more like a big brother. And I always wanted one of those. We can do stuff like this. Or you could teach me stuff.”
“Oh. Oh, Kid.” Dudikoff reached over and pulled the kid into a hug. TJ didn’t wrap his own arms around him, but accepted the gesture nonetheless. “Of course, I want to spend time with you. I’ve really been pushy enough to make you think I only wanted one thing, huh? I must seem like a real scumbag.”
“No, I don’t think you’re a scumbag. I just think you’re horny.”
Dudikoff laughed. “Well, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. And I do like spending time with you like this. Not a lot of people want to build pillow forts when they get to my age. Come to think of it, you’re like a little mini me. If you think of me as your honorary big brother, then you’ll be my honorary little brother, okay?”
“Okay. That sounds good,” he said.
“Great! You know, I grew up in a house full of sisters, so this is new to me,” Franklin said. “But I gotta pass down my knowledge to someone. Especially since it’s gonna be used to give Prickly a permanent headache. I can’t pass that up.”
TJ laughed at that. With how he was feeling at the moment, he might just cause trouble for Prickly simply out of spite to feel better. The two of them went back and forth with more lighthearted and simple questions about each other. Soon the ice cream was gone and they draped a blanket over themselves to stay warm. They dozed off on the pile of pillows and cushions, with a new understand of what they wanted and where they were going.
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