Fandom: Boy Meets World Pairing: Jack Hunter/Alan Matthews Disclaimer: BMW is owned and copyrighted by Michael Jacobs Productions and Touchstone Television.
Jack Hunter leaned against the wall of the elevator and stabbed at the 3rd floor button. After getting chewed out by his physics professor and a run in with the dean, he wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower and collapse on his bed. The elevator door opened and Jack fumbled for his key, stepping off the elevator and to his apartment door. His heart skipped a beat when he realized the door was opened. He prayed that Eric had once again forgot to lock it.
He cautiously stepped into the room and was met with the sounds of loud banging coming from the kitchen. He slipped his knapsack off his shoulder and tipped carefully over. He nearly moaned when he saw the head full of short reddish-blonde curls tucked under the sink and powerful legs covered in faded denim stretched out provocatively. His eyes traveled down the torso and rested on the crotch of the man tinkering with the plumbing. As if suddenly aware that he wasn't alone, Alan Matthews slid from under the sink and looked up. Jack felt his face turn three shades of crimson as the older man eyed him.
"Jack, how long have you been standing there?"
His roommate's father extended his hand and Jack quickly came around the counter to help him up.
"I...I just got in and the door...I thought maybe..."
"I'm sorry, Eric left it opened. I hope I didn't startle you."
"No...um...well yes but it's okay."
Jack realized he was still holding on the Mr. Matthews hand. He jerked his away quickly and turned to fumble with tools left on the counter.
"Well, I was just going to grab a shower and study."
"Well don't let me stop you." The older man smiled and began to look through the set of tools Jack was toying with.
"Sorry," Jack said, stepping away from the pile.
Alan Matthews laughed and shook his head. "It's alright Jack, I don't bite."
"Is it okay to use the water?" Jack asked, looking everywhere but at the older man standing near him.
"Um hmm."
Jack quickly headed down the hall to his and Shawn's room and shut the door. His heart was racing and he felt like a total fool. He knew whatever he was feeling was one sided. He had no intention of having a repeat of the incident in his other school. He quickly stripped and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. No matter how sexy he found his roommates father, he knew better than to get involved with a married man. He exited his room and headed back down the hall towards the bathroom. As he reached for the door, it was jerked opened and out stepped Mr. Matthews. Jack flinched, not expecting to come face to face with the man he was trying to escape.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," Alan joked.
Jack cast his eyes down praying desperately for his coloring to return to normal and his cock to behave.
"That was a joke," Mr. Matthews added.
Jack gave a weak smile and fumbled for something to say.
"You okay Jack?" Alan asked, noticing the boy's obvious unease.
"Yeah...I just...had a bad day." Jack barely looked the older man in his eyes.
The hallway suddenly seemed unusually close and Jack waited for the older man to move so he could hit the shower.
"You know what you need?"
Jack clutched his towel with a death grip and swallowed hard as the older man's warm breath washed over his face.
"No. What?" he asked, a half smile playing over his lips.
Alan leaned in closer, "A nice hot shower," he teased.
Jack felt his cock spring to life and nearly bolted back to his room. He looked up through his lashes and found hazel eyes staring back at him. His throat went suddenly dry. He tried to look away, but his face was gripped between two strong calloused hands and his head tilted up so he could see the rugged face of his friend's father.
"Want some company?" Alan asked. His voice was low and husky.
"Dad, are you still here?"
Jack jerked away at the sound of Eric's voice and bolted into the bathroom. Alan Matthews adjusted himself before stepping out of the hallway and into the living room area.
"Yeah son, I'm still here." He quickly stepped behind the kitchen counter and riffled through his tools.
"Is Jack home yet?"
Alan's head jerked up at the mention of the teen he nearly seduced.
"Um...yeah. I think he's taking a shower." Alan tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. He darted back under the sink to finish fixing the leak his son had told him about.
He vaguely heard Eric talking to his roommate through the door. He held his breath and hoped that the teen wouldn't tell his son what a pervert he was. Alan wasn't even sure why he chose to flirt with his son's best friend. He finished quickly and packed up his things in his toolbox.
Eric had returned to the living room and was sitting on the bar stool by the counter.
"So it's fixed."
"Yeah. Listen if you boys ever need anything else done around here, just give me a call. I'll write a bill in case you want to show it to your landlord and get a reduction on your rent."
"Thanks dad. The cheap bastard never fixes anything around here."
Jack entered the room and looked away as soon as he caught Alan Matthews eye.
"Jack, I'm taking Sarah to the movies tonight and Shawn and Corey are double dating so we'll both be home late. Maybe you can hang out with us?"
"Nah. I've got a lot of studying to do. You guys have fun."
"Eric, grab my tool kit and walk me out," Alan interrupted.
Eric grabbed the red metal kit, pretending it weighed a ton. Jack and Alan exchanged smiles as they watched Eric struggle with the box.
"Take care Jack," Alan called over his shoulder.
The two Matthews left and Jack almost felt as if he'd imagined the whole incident. He was about to head for the kitchen when the door flew open and the senior Matthews stepped purposefully into the room.
" I left a wrench under the sink," he offered.
Jack nodded and watched as the older man retrieved the tool and stuffed it in his back pocket. He stopped inches in front of the brunette teen and whispered, "I'll stop by tonight."
He placed a soft kiss on Jack's mouth before making a hasty exit. Jack leaned against the barstool, his stomach in knots.
"Tonight," he whispered, long after Alan was gone.