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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Detweiler seemed to be determined to spend as much time with him as possible, Prickly quickly learned. The fourth grader didn’t cause any trouble in his home and was well behaved enough, so he didn’t mind the added company after school and at his house. Plus, he was very comfortable to curl up with.
It was nice teaching him how to cook something and see him doing it right on his own, and showing him older comics, whose series ended decades earlier and he would otherwise never know about. Normally he’d be the only one in the house, but having someone else over felt nice and breathed some new life in the house.
“Tell me how this happened again.”
Today, the two of them stood in Prickly’s bathroom. Water ran and started filling the tub as they stood next to it. Detweiler clothes had a generous coating of mud on them, and a trail of towels leading from the front door to the bathroom kept him from stomping mud into the carpet. It was new!
“A bus passed me on my way over and splashed me,” he said. “Just my luck, right?”
“Hmmph. Be more careful next time,” said Prickly. The tub still had a ways to bring full enough to bathe in.
“Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. Just take your clothes off so I’ll throw them in the wash,” he said. “You can jump in the tub when it’s halfway full.”
“This is a huge tub,” TJ said as he removed his jacket. “Are those water jets?”
“Yes.”
“Can we turn them on?” He asked with wide bright eyes.
“Fine.”
Detweiler cheered to himself as he took off the rest of his clothes. Each item dropped to the floor with a splat from the still wet mud. Prickly handed him a couple of bottles. Nothing special, just soap and shampoo.
“You look disappointed,” he said. “Why?”
“It’s nothing. I just. . .” He paused. “I always figured that everyone with a tub this big gets in with bubbles. Its fine, though. I probably sound like a little kid.”
Prickly rolled his eyes before turning to a nearby cabinet. TJ looked over the bottles handed to him before sitting them on the edge of the tub. Maybe he was just used to the tub in his bathroom, but this one looked big enough to swim in, maybe fit a couple people inside. And with the jets going, it’s going to feel like a jacuzzi.
He’d never been in a jacuzzi, but they always looked relaxing in movies.
“Here,” Prickly said, handing him another bottle. It looked fancy, but TJ didn’t miss the words ‘bubble bath’ printed on the bathroom.
“Ha! I knew it,” TJ laughed, screwing off the cap. “You’re a kid at heart.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t pour all of it in!” The principal grabbed the bottle out of his hands soon after he started pouring some of the liquid into the water. “This stuff is expensive, and you don’t need to use much.” As if to prove his point, foamy bubbles started to rise on top of the water. “That was more than enough.”
“Sorry, sir.”
The boy stood next to the tub, waiting for the okay to get in. It was clear from him rocking back and forth that he was eager to jump right in. With him completely in the nude next to him, it was easy to see the marks left over from their last encounter in his office. A bit red, but when they sat on the floor, it didn’t look like it caused any discomfort.
“You’re seem very comfortable being naked in front of your principal,” Prickly said. He reached over and turned the water off.
“I already said I feel comfortable around you,” said TJ. “Can I get in?”
“Go ahead.” Prickly picked up his clothes while TJ climbed in. “I’m throwing your clothes in the wash. Try not to get water everywhere.”
“I won’t!”
Prickly had doubts about that, but left him alone. Worst case scenario, he’d make the kid clean it up.
ZZ
After having cold mud shower him, climbing into a tub full of warm bubbly water felt amazing. The tub wasn’t quite big enough to swim around it, but there was still plenty of room to move around easily in. he made towers with the dense foam, as well as a foam crown he placed on his head. At some point, a rubber duck dropped into the water from a shelf above the bath tub.
But he was in here to get clean, as fun as it was to play around. TJ grabbed the soap and shampoo and got to work on scrubbing off the dried mud in hair and what was left on his skin. It was a little perfumy, but soap was soap, fancy or not.
With the water cooling down, TJ looked around until he spotted a towel hanging nearby. Grabbing it, he wrapped it around his waist, pulled the plug on the drain, and climbed out the tub.
ZZ
Returning to the bathroom, he found the tub empty of both water and Detweiler. He checked the comic room, and found it empty as well. He spotted the door to his bedroom open. He gave the fourth grader specific rules about not going into his bedroom, but Detweiler wasn’t known to follow the rules.
“Alright, Detweiler, what are you up to?” He asked.
TJ looked up as he entered the room. He sat on the edge of Prickly’s bed, facing the TV in front of his bed. He held an SNES controller in his hands as a game was displayed on the TV. Detweiler, somehow, thought it was okay to grab one of his work shirts and wear it.
“You like video games, too! That’s cool,” TJ said, turning back to the TV.
“You didn’t delete my save file did you?” He was ready to scold the boy for going through his closet until he saw him playing the game. Prickly walked over and sat next to him.
“No, I made a new one,” said TJ. “I’m stuck, though. I can’t figure out how to get past this forest; I always get stuck here. Do you know how to get out?”
“Go back into that level right there, there’s a secret exit in that one,” Prickly said. “Do you want me to do it?”
“Yeah.” TJ handed him the controller and watched. The game wasn’t anything special; he had the same game at home, but it was like it he said, he could never figure out how to get past this part. He leaned against Pricklys side as he made his way through the level like he did it plenty of times before.
After that bath, he didn’t feel like doing much besides this. It’s been raining for the last few days, and TJ felt like being lazy. Besides, this shirt felt super comfortable against his skin.
“There, it’s easy,” said Prickly, handing him back the controller. TJ took it, and repositioned himself until he was laying on the bed. The shirt was, obviously, large on him, but from all that shifting, his butt was exposed to the bare air.
“Thanks.”
“You shouldn’t go through other people’s closets,” he said. “You don’t know what you might find.”
“But I needed something to wear,” said Detweiler. “I’m pretty sure no one can wash clothes that fast. Besides, your shirt is comfortable.”
“For what I pay for those shirts, it better be.”
With nothing better to do, Prickly stayed and watch the boy play. Eventually he also moved and laid down next to him, helping when he got stuck on certain levels. Detweiler still leaned against him, and Prickly wrapped an arm around him. He had to admit that the boy looked adorable in his shirt, with how it draped over him.
“Are you and your friends still fighting?”
“Nah, we made up. It was such a dumb fight,” said TJ. “We’re cool now.”
“Good, good.”
“Principal Prickly?”
“Yes?”
“Why won’t you call me by my first name?” TJ asked. “You know you can do that, right? My name is TJ.”
“I know what your name is, Detweiler. Smartass.”
“So you should call me that. The T stands for Theodore. You can call me that, too. Not a lot of people call me that, so it can be just for you to call me by,” he said. “Can I call you Pete?”
“I doubt saying no would stop you,” said Prickly.
“That’s gonna take some getting used to. Think I’ll keep calling you what I was before,” said TJ. “For now.”
“Geez, thanks. You’re so generous.”
“I try to be.” The two of them laid there in silence, with the sound of the video game filling the room. “You’re good at that.”
“At what?”
“That thing you’re doing with your arm,” he said. “It feels nice.”
Prickly shrugged at the boys words. He pulled the fourth grader closer and kissed his forehead. Detweiler , still focused on the game, only responded with a smile. Having played and beaten the game plenty of times, his attention repeatedly turned back to the boy.
“Do you have any candy?” Asked TJ. “I could go for something sweet…”
“No. Even if I did, I wouldn’t give you any. I’m not having you bouncing off the walls.”
“Fair enough. I just need something to give me some energy,” said TJ. He yawned. “I’m feeling sleepy.”
“Then take a nap.”
“Naps are for little kids!”
“Trust me, son, when you’re an adult, you’ll want to take all the naps you can get.”
“. . . I like it when you call me that,” the boy said. He handed over the controller. “Okay, I’ll take a nap.”
The fourth grader climbed up to the head of the bed, and worked on getting under the covers. After turning off the game and TV, Prickly joined him. They shifted and moved until the fourth grader
“Principal Prickly?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you mean it when you said I’d make a good principal one day?” He asked, looking up at him with those big baby blue eyes. “When I got principal for a day, did you mean it?”
“Yes, I did.”
“I think I want to be a principal when I grow up. How do you do that?”
“Start out as a teacher and work your way up,” he said. “I lucked into my job”
“That’s good. You’re a good principal.”
“Thanks. And you’re a good kid, even if your antics gives me headaches sometimes.”
“You think I’m a good kid?”
“Yeah. Do you think you’re not?”
Detweiler didn’t answer. He looked down at the boy, who had a contemplative expression on his face.
“Detweiler?”
“We’re supposed to be napping,” he mumbled. Prickly let the conversation drop and ran his fingers through the boys hair. For some reason, what he said upset him and he didn’t want to talk anymore. What was so surprising about being told he was a good kid? He definitely wasn’t a bad one. Prickly had some real hellions come through his school over the course of his career, and Detweiler wasn’t anything like them. As annoying as his antics might be, they were ultimately harmless and often helpful to him or his friends.
Why on earth would he think he wasn’t good?
He felt the boy curl closer too him before relaxing again. As he dozed off, he went back to looking completely harmless. Chubby freckled cheeks that were pinchable. One hand loosely holding on to the older man’s shirt, light snores left him as he slept.
Cute. Very cute.
It felt nice curling up with him like this, holding the boy close to him and protecting him from whatever it was in the world that made him think he was bad.
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