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.