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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Franklin had come to terms with being the type of sleeper that dozed in and out of sleep, whether it be through the night or during daytime naps. And under the pillow fort in his living room, it was the same. The first time we woke up, he found Detweiler curled up closer to him. The second time, the kid was missing, but he heard the faint sound of a toilet flushing, so he didn’t think much of it and dozed off again.
            The third time, it was less because of his weird sleeping pattern and the new weight around his waist and lower stomach. Dudikoff slowly blinked awake, but his eyes shot opened when he realized it was the kid straddling him.
            “You’re a pervert,” the fourth grader said. “Disgusting.”
            As the sleepiness left his body, Franklin placed his hands on either side of the boys waist. His regular clothes were replaced with one of those outfits he had bought and kept hidden in his closet. The red and white cheerleading uniform to be specific.
            “Did I fall asleep and wake up on Christmas?” Dude jokingly asked.
            “You have a whole trunk of costumes in my size,” TJ said. He folded his arms and looked down at Franklin with a pout. “You must’ve gone shopping for this stuff right after when you came over Prickly’s house, didn’t you?”
            “Guilty.” Franklin smiled. His hands travelled down the boys side, to over the skirt and onto the exposed thighs. His fingers started to creep under the pleated skirt. “Are you wearing boxers?”
            TJ smacked his hands away. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
            “You can’t show up in this outfit and not expect me to touch, Buddy,” he said. “This is one of my favorites.”
            “I would’ve guessed it would’ve been that uniform from that place you bought me earlier,” said TJ. “How’d you even get one in my size?”
            “I have my ways.” Dude bought his hands back up to the boys hips again. The generous crop top allowed him to stroke the boys exposed tummy with his thumbs. Goddamn, today was already good, but this was the cherry on top. “You look cute. You’ll look cute in all of them.”
            “I’m sure you think so.”
            “I know so. You’ll look cute in anything you wear. But let me enjoy this.” It didn’t take long for the sight above him to get him hard, because goddamn, he didn’t expect to wake up to this. It might not be one of the skimmer outfits, but that didn’t matter. The sun was starting to set outside, making the lighting in the room warm and relaxing. A pair of bright blue eyes looked down at him, the light making them twinkle. Detweiler leaned down and kissed his forehead.
            “I like skirts more than shorts,” TJ said. “Just so you know.”
            Franklin chuckled. “Oh?”
            “I like how they swish. But I don’t think that’ll stop you from buying those really short shorts.”
            “You’re right. It won’t. But I’ll take your opinion into consideration,” said Franklin. “You aren’t wearing boxers, are you?”
            “Nope. Not for you. I think I picked a pair that was too small this morning,” said TJ. “They were chafing, and I like the breeze the skirt gives me.”
            “I like the sight it gives me.” Frank lifted up the front of the skirt, and this time, TJ didn’t stop him. “Cute.”
            “Stop calling me!” TJ shouted, pushing the skirt back down. Franklin smirked, and rolled over, pressed on top of the younger boy.
            “You are adorable.” He leaned down and peppered the boys face in kisses. He ran his fingers through the boys hair with one hand and stroked his cheek with the other. Small hands pressed against his chest, but not to push him away. Those hands gripped his shirt and pulled him down closer.
Their lips soon met and stayed together. Much sooner than he expected, Franklin was ecstatic, taking everything in. The size difference, the thin layer of clothes separating them, the warmth of the room and the only sound being the tick tock of the sound of the clock on the side table.
But, as good, wonderful, as this was, he couldn’t ignore the feeling of this going too fast.
“Not yet,” Dudikoff breathed. He rolled over, with the boy on top of him. “One day. But not today.”
“Why not?” TJ whined. “We were having fun.”
“I know. But another day, Squirt,” said Dudikoff. “It’s getting late; you should probably head home before your parents start to worry.”
“They won’t.” TJ rolled his eyes, but pushed himself up. “Fine, I’ll go. But don’t forget, you’re coming to help Pete understand why I’m mad at him.”
“I won’t forget. Now go get back in your own clothes.” He watched Detweiler crawl out of the pillow fort, the shortness of the skirt allowed him a tiny peak of a freckled ass. “Nice.”
With the day over, he started taking down their pillow fort, putting some sheets in the washer and returning the chairs to the kitchen. As he placed the cushions back on the couch, the Kid came back downstairs in his own clothes. He offered to give the kid a ride, but TJ turned it down, wanting to walk instead. Franklin shrugged and watched him leave.
ZZZ
            In a perfect world, the next time he would’ve seen Dudikoff was during the beginning of next school year. Prickly couldn’t avoid him forever but as long as what was possible was the next best thing. But he couldn’t have nice things.
            Detweiler was invited over whenever he wanted at this point, but he didn’t expect Dudikoff to show up with him on his doorstep. The soon to be teacher made himself a little too comfortable at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee.
            “Do you mind telling me why you’re in my house, again?” Prickly asked. He joined them at the kitchen table with his own mug of coffee. TJ sipped on a glass of juice, either ignoring the one sided tension or completely oblivious to it.
            “I’m here to play mediator,” said Franklin. Prickly cringed as he continued putting more and more sugar into his coffee. “The Kid is having trouble telling you something.”
            “What could he possibly have trouble telling me? After everything, he should be comfortable telling me everything,” he said. He looked at the fourth grade, while shrunk in on himself once the attention was on him.
            “Can you. . .?” TJ didn’t finish his question, instead, looking at Franklin and wordlessly asking him to take the lead.
            “Right. He told me about some golf thing between you and some other principal play golf with one of your students, and you apparently ended up playing with one of his friends,” Franklin started. “It’s not the playing golf with his friend that bothers him, it’s the constant bragging about it that made him mad at you, and a little. So if you could clarify and apologize, that’d be great, old man.”
            “Jealous? What for? I was just happy knowing I would win for once,” Prickly said. “And it was just playing golf.”
            “I know. And I’m glad you won and everything, but I hear enough about how great an athlete Vince is at school, I don’t need to hear it from you, too,” said TJ. “You barely paid any attention to me, even when we were just playing video games. It felt like I was getting pushed aside. After everything.”
            “Oh. I didn’t know you felt that way, Detweiler.” Sure, the kid had been quiet this last week, but Prickly didn’t think much of it. Kids and their ever-changing moods and all that. He assumed it was because he was preoccupied with spending time with Franklin. He hadn’t meant to make the boy feel forgotten about. “I’m sorry. I was preoccupied with winning and didn’t think you would mind hearing about it.”
            “I didn’t mind you talking about it. It was just all the time,” he said. “But now you know, so. . . .I’m not mad about it anymore.”
            “That’s good. I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” TJ nodded, then Dudikoff spoke up.
            “Hey, Bud, how about you go in the living room and play one of those video games,” said Dude. “I wanna talk to Pete for a minute, okay?”
            “Okay.”
            Dudikoff finished the last of his coffee, watching the Kid stand up and go into the living room. Once he saw Detweiler settle on the floor and look for a game to play, he turned back to Pete.
            “Did you really have to be here for him to tell me that?” Prickly asked.
            Franklin shrugged. “He told me about it, I offered, and he took it,” he said. “He was starting to get frustrated that you weren’t catching on to how upset it was making him. And as much as I like spending time with him, I don’t want it to be because you’re getting on his nerves, and I’m the second choice. Besides, I care about him, and I want him to be happy.”
            “I’m glad we got that cleared up. I should talk to him about telling me what he’s feeling and avoid this happening again,” said Prickly
            “Speaking of,” Dudikoff’s tone of voice changed with those two words, catching Prickly by surprise. “You mind sharing why you called the Board of Ed just because he made up a word?”
            “He told you about that, huh?” Pete glanced into the living room.
            “Yep. Under a pillow fort. You called some guy named Mr. White and he ended up being dragged to court. Over a word. I get kids not being allowed to swear and all that but goddamn, Pete, was that really necessary?”
            “Looking back, no it wasn’t. Things got out of control and it shouldn’t have gotten that far,” He said. “I was expecting for White to make up some sort of punishment for the students, not to come up with taking him to court over it.”
            “You should apologize for that, too. He gets nightmares about going to court sometimes, he told me a few days ago. I’m willing to bet that whole thing is the reason why,” said Dude. “I’m not saying I think the kid is traumatized or anything, but the whole thing shook him up, and I’m the first person he ever talked to about it. He says he not mad at you over it, but still. Try and make things right.”
            “Alright, I will. I’m surprised you’re not taking this as an opportunity to steal him away.”
            “Eh, I mean the opportunity is there, but I can’t, not in good conscience. Kid says he thinks of me like a big brother. So I gotta do the big brother thing and look out for him, ya know?”
            “That’s mature of you, Dudikoff,” said Prickly.
            “I try my best. Try keeping that in mind over the next few weeks.”
            “What are you—”
            “Hey, looks like the Squirt is about to play Mario Party. We should join him.”
            Franklin cut the conversation short and headed into the living room, joining TJ on the floor. At some point, the fourth grader had grabbed one of Prickly’s jacket and had it draped over himself, like many times before. It didn’t take long for Pete to join them on the floor, despite his joints creaking as he did so.
It quickly turned competitive between the two grown-ups, and while TJ continued to play and try his best, he was paying much more attention to the two of them interacting. Competitively, but not with anything more than banter going back and forth between them but he was happy to see it. It wasn’t any secret that Pete was, at best, neutral towards Franklin. Seeing them get along was welcome, and had him hopeful it would stay that way.
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