Date: Thu, 15 Jul 2004 11:55:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lillian <lilli_luthor1961@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Matthews - Chapter 4

Fandom: Boy Meets World
Pairing:  Jack Hunter/Alan Matthews

Disclaimer: BMW is owned and copyrighted by Michael Jacobs Productions and
Touchstone Television.

A hotel room seemed a little too seedy for Alan's taste.  He didn't need
the tacky decor of a no tell motel to remind him of his infidelity so he
opted for the familiar surroundings of his store.  It was late and the
streets were virtually empty.  He could feel Jack shifting nervously behind
him as he unlocked the gates and quickly turned off the alarm.

"There some sleeping bags and lounge chairs over there," he called over his
shoulder, not daring to turn and risk seeing the look of panic he imagined
on the younger man's face.

Jack nodded, even though the store was dark and he knew Alan wasn't
watching him.  The older man fumbled around for two flashlights.  Lighting
his first, he handed the other to Jack.

"Let's pull these things into the storage room.  We don't need a cop on the
beat peaking in and..."

Jack dragged one of the chairs on display and followed Alan towards the
back of the store.  After two or three trips, they managed to set up two
chairs, and two sleeping bags in the cramped storage room.  Jack stood in
the middle of the floor as if frozen in place, waiting for Alan's next
move.

"Hungry?"  The older man asked.

Jack nodded again.

"I'll be right back," Alan said and disappeared out of the room.

By the time Jack found his voice and his footing, the senior Matthews was
already gone.  He wasn't quite sure what to do with himself so he took to
rearranging their love nest to make it as romantic and comfortable as
possible.  Searching the shelves he found a kerosene lantern.  He dragged a
small step stool to the back and set the lantern on it.  Next he unzipped
the sleeping bags and joined them together, then he search for a blanket
but opted for two beach towels instead.  He stood back and appraised his
work before kicking off his shoes and settling into one of the chairs.  He
tried hard not to think about what he was about to do.  The truth was he
hadn't been with anyone since Eastland and he didn't want to over think the
situation. "Just this once enjoy yourself," he demanded.

Restless he searched the shelves again and found a small radio and then
some batteries.  He wondered for a quick second if a hotel room would have
been cheaper than the price of the items they had gathered from the store.
He fiddled with the controls until he found one of those smooth jazz
stations.  He sat back in his lounge chair and tried to strike as casual a
pose as possible.  He was just about to get up and rummage through the
shelves again when Alan returned.  He had a pizza and a six-pack of beer
with him.

"Take these while I lock up," he said, handing the items over to Jack.

Jack took them and looked around the room searching for something to rest
them on.  He spied a small TV table and set their dinner down on his lounge
chair and carried it over between the chairs.  Unfolding the table he
opened the box and arrange the beer cans around it.

"I like what you've done with the place."

Jack turned to see Alan leaning in the doorway smiling at him.  He had
spent so much time organizing the little room that he almost forgot why he
was there.  Brushing his hands on his thighs he said a quick thank you and
stood nervously waiting for the older man to make the next move.

"Shall we?" Alan said gesturing to the food.

"Oh...um...sure." Jack sat on the side of the chair facing the table and Alan
who took the opposite chair.

They ate in silence punctuated by occasional small talk.  Both were
deliberately avoiding any conversation about what they were really doing
there.  Alan rounded up a garbage bag and cleared the table.  Jack opened
his second beer and sipped it while Alan cleaned up.  He placed it on the
table and was about to sit back in his chair when Alan scooted behind him
and swung his legs on either side of the chair so that Jack was between
them.  Jack nearly froze but willed himself to slide back and relax against
the older man's chest.  Alan's hand stroked up and down Jack's shirt
lazily.  He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard the other man humming.

Jack cocked his head to the side to catch a glimpse of the man behind him.

"Feels good," Alan smiled, pulling the teen further back against him.

Jack nodded and twisted sideways, resting his head against the older man's
chest.  Alan let his hand slide down the boy's side and traced small
circles over his hip.  His hand traveled lower until it cupped Jack's taut
cheek.  Jack let out a low moan and nestled in even closer.  He could feel
Alan's hard on against his thigh.  He slipped one hand under Alan's shirt
and was surprised to find how well defined the muscles of his abs were.  He
explored further drawing a sigh from the older man as his fingers skated
over his nipples making them stand at attention.

Alan used his other hand to lift the boy's chin and place a soft sensuous
kiss on his lips. The mix of pizza and beer danced on his tongue as it
entered the younger man's mouth.  The kiss deepened and Alan slipped his
hand down the waistband of Jack's jeans and further past his underwear
relishing the smooth firm flesh at his fingertips.  Jack shivered and ran
his tongue over Alan's.  When the kiss was finally broken, both men were
left panting.

"Let's get a little more comfortable," Alan suggested.

He pushed the younger man forward prompting him to get up from the chair.
When both were finally standing, Alan toed off his shoes and undid his
jeans.  Jack just stood there staring as his friend's father pushed down
his jeans and boxers and stepped out of them.  He pulled off his shirt and
dropped it in the pile.  When he looked up his hazel eyes met brown ones
that were as big as saucers.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered and stretched out his hand toward Jack.

Jack drank in every inch of the older man.  His body was perfect.  Well
formed chest and abs sprinkled with fine ginger hair.  His thighs were firm
and his cock jutted out from between them beckoning him to come closer.
Jack moved as if in a trance like state, barely taking his eyes off the
nine inches that pointed at him.  It was only when he felt hands undoing
his zipper that he came to himself.  He looked up helplessly at Alan who
had his thumbs hooked around the waistband of both his jeans and his
briefs.

"Alan...I..."

Before he could finish his mouth was engulfed in another kiss.  His head
was spinning.  He could feel the warmth of the older man's skin against his
still clothed form.  Then warm lips were on his neck, his Adam's apple.  He
tilted his head back allowing access.  He felt his clothes slide slowly
down his waist and past his thighs.  He cock sprang free and he pressed
closer to feel the sensation of cock against cock.  He kicked out of his
jeans and felt strong arms embrace him and nearly carry him over to the
makeshift bed.  Slowly he was lowered to the ground with Alan pressing down
on top of him.

Alan grabbed both their cocks and jacked them together.  Jack bucked
against the man's hand.  The searing heat from both their members caused
both men to cry out.  Alan plundered the younger boy's neck and jaw,
dropping kisses everywhere he could.  Jack cupped both of Alan's firm round
cheeks and needed them.  He spread them apart and ran his finger over the
opening.  Alan raised his bottom up to increase contact but Jack withdrew
his finger.

"A tease," Alan moaned biting down and sucking on Jack's neck.

Jack ran his finger over the opening again.  Alan hummed against his neck
sending warm waves over Jack's chest and nipples.  He was hard as a rock
and leaking pre cum.  Alan continued to pump both their cocks together.
The slick slide of their harden flesh had both men nearing climax.  Alan
decided to back off.  He had much more in store for Jack then a quick lay.
He slowly nibbled his way down Jack's chest lingering at his erect nipples
and then letting his tongue glide down to his navel.  The feel of soft skin
over taut muscles drove Alan wild.  He felt Jack's hands in his hair
pushing his head further down.  He smiled at the urgency he felt in those
slender fingers.  He blew over the teen's shaft and used his hands to
spread the boy's legs further apart.  He was just about to take the eight
inches into his mouth when his cell phone rang.  Both men froze at first
not knowing what the sound was.

"Don't move," Alan commanded, and placed a quick kiss to the tip of his
cock.

Jack let out a frustrated groan as Alan fumbled through the pile of clothes
and fished his cell phone from his jeans.

"Hello."

"Dad, it's Eric.  We have a problem."

"What is it?  What's wrong?"

"There's been an accident.  Everyone is okay.  But the car is totaled.  Can
you pick us up?  We're at Laneville General."

"I'm on my way.  Have you called your mother?"

"No.  I didn't want her to panic."

"Eric, are you sure everyone is okay?"

"Just some cuts and bruises.  Nothing major."

"Sit tight, I'll be right there."

Alan clicked off the phone and ran his hand over his forehead.

"What is it?" Jack asked, gently stroking the older man's back.

"Car accident."

"Is everyone..."

"They're fine.  I've got to go. I'm sorry."

Alan was already up and sorting through the pile of clothes for his own.
Jack followed suit.

"Here's the key.  Can you lock up and put all this back?  I'll get it from
you in the morning."

Jack nodded.

"Here's some money, take a cab home okay?"

"Yes dad."

Alan pulled the boy into his arms and gave him one more kiss before
leaving.  Jack listened to the sound of tires screeching.  He slowly put
everything back where they had found it and left the store making sure to
lock up.  He was too keyed up to take a cab so he walked home.  He needed
time to clear his head.  The similarities between tonight and the incident
that drove him from Eastland were eerie.  He needed to end this before it
went any further.