Hooked by the Bell

by Tanya Chris

  “Whose fault is that?” Matt gave a second squeeze, his grip getting warmer as it lingered. “And I thought you were being nice and all.”

  “I could be nice.”

  Matt clambered to his feet and was gentlemanly enough to help Harper to his. Their dueling erections tented their shorts in each other’s direction. “Temporary truce?” He held out his hand.

  “No tricks.” Harper withheld his until Matt nodded. They shook on it and each turned toward their own house.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I thought we were getting it on.” Harper jerked his head in the direction of his porch, only a few feet away.

  “So let’s go.” Matt jerked his head in the opposite direction.

  “I’m not getting naked in your bed.”

  “You think I’m getting naked in yours?”

  “Yours is probably crawling with vermin.”

  “Your bed wouldn’t know what to do with us. Has it ever even seen any action?”

  “I get plenty of action.” Harper folded his arms over his chest.

  “Yeah, that’s why you came like a geyser the second I got my dick in your ass.”

  “Oh, and you held off so long, two-pump chump.”

  “I’ll show you two-pump chump,” Matt said threateningly.

  “I’d like to see you try.”

  “Yeah, I bet you would.”

  They regarded each other hostilely before exchanging tight nods of agreement, then they each turned in the direction of their own house again.

  “Fuck, Harper.” Matt ran a hand over his head in frustration. “We’re both trying to get laid here. Let’s cooperate on it a little.”

  “Agreed.”

  This time neither of them moved.

  “We can’t fuck on the lawn,” Harper pointed out, though it was starting to seem like the best option. His boner should’ve faded by now, but it was somehow still very insistent, and Matt was in the same condition based on the way his cock was trying to drill its way out of his shorts, which was a waste when there were better things it could be drilling.

  “How about we flip for it?” Matt offered. “Tails my house, heads yours.”

  “You got a coin?”

  Matt patted his pockets, but Harper could see he wasn’t carrying anything, not even a phone. Just a healthy seven inches of thick crotch rocket.

  “How about,” Harper offered, “it’s my tail, so you bring your head to my bed.”

  “You got condoms?”

  Shit. No. But if he said so, he’d be admitting Matt was right. His bed didn’t see a lot of action. As if he was going to bring anyone home when he lived next door to a lunatic.

  “Your place is fine.” He headed for it before Matt could say something wise, and Matt kept his gibes to himself for a change, giving a whoop and catching up with him to smack him hard on the ass.

  “Fuck, boy, I’m going to fuck you so good.” Matt hooked an arm around his shoulders and licked up his neck as they walked.

  “Make this worth it,” Harper warned.

  “Promise.” Matt opened his front door and held it with a gallant m’lady in a harkening back to their first encounter.

  “Shut it,” Harper said, just to be a bitch. He didn’t mind a little gallantry, just not from Matt Felding. This was a temporary truce, not the start of a relationship. “Get in, fuck hard, get out.”

  “You got it.” Matt gestured for the stairs, and Harper led the way to Matt’s old bedroom, but at the last minute Matt grabbed his arm and yanked him into another room. “I sleep in here now.”

  Oh. The master. Of course. He was glad, in a way. There were too many memories in that other room of sleepovers and play sessions—him and Matt and Wendy, back when they’d been the three amigos. Probably better not to besmirch that.

  Matt went over to the dresser and got out a box of condoms and a bottle of lube and set them down on the end table next to the king-sized bed. “So, uh.” They were on opposite sides of the room, their erections semi-deflated. “You still shaved?”

  “Didn’t really keep it up.”

  “Oh. Shame.”

  “Why, so you could laugh at me about it?”

  “What? No. Seriously, it was hot. Like, the hottest-thing-ever hot. I almost came just touching your legs.”

  “Yeah?” He didn’t know whether to trust Matt or not. “I mean, it’s only been a couple weeks. I’m still pretty smooth.”

  “Can I see?”

  Harper stuck a leg out and Matt came over and ran his hand up it, starting from his ankle, past his knee, then up his thigh, raising the wide leg of his shorts with him as he moved higher until his hand was snuggled right up against the crotch of his boxers.

  “Your skin is so silky like this.”

  “Might be a little stubble.”

  “It’s still good. I want to get my mouth in there.”

  “You could do that.” He undid the fly on his shorts and dropped them to pool around his ankles. His dick made a thick line angling diagonally toward his hip bone as he stepped out of them.

  “These too?” Matt asked as his hands teased at the waistband of his boxers. With only a little more reluctance, Harper eased them over his hips, baring himself from the waist down while Matt was bare from the waist up. Matt followed the boxers to the floor, and then his tongue was tracing over Harper’s balls and Harper remembered how good it’d been last time as he waited tremulously for Matt to take him fully in his mouth.

  “I want in your ass,” Matt said, working his tongue back farther. “It’s so sweet like this, so smooth.”

  “I should probably lie down.” Before he fell down. He went up on his toes, trying to give Matt more access to the area in question.

  Matt popped up off his knees to rip off his shorts. “Bed, naked.”

  Harper stripped off his shirt as he took in the sight he’d missed last time of Matt fully naked, his cock standing out proud and strong from a nest of curls, his chest damp with sweat, the hair there thick and dark.

  “Bed,” Matt repeated, and Harper hastened to comply with one of his demands for the first time since they’d taken ownership of the feud they’d inherited. He stretched himself out, parting his legs in invitation, and Matt wasted no time getting between them and doing exactly what he’d promised to do.

  “Get in there,” Harper said, forcing Matt’s face deeper into the cleft between his ass cheeks and squirming down onto his tongue. “Worship my ass.”

  “I do,” Matt mumbled into him. “The best ass. God, I’ve got to get my cock in here.”

  “Not yet.” There was worshiping still to do. He held Matt’s head, steering and directing and demanding, until he felt open and ready and hungry for what Matt had to offer. “Let’s go, Felding. Give me your cock.”

  Matt scrambled for the condoms and lube, suiting himself up with shaky fingers. “Fuck, that ass is so good. I love this.” He ran both hands up Harper’s legs again to cup his hairless balls. “Love it,” he repeated as he positioned the tip of his cock up against Harper’s hole and started a slow push. “So good, Harper, so fucking good.”

  “Damn good,” Harper agreed as the thickness stretched him wider, filled him deeper. “Work me over. Show me what you got.”

  But Matt rocked in and out with surprising delicacy, his face pinched in concentration as he made long, sure strokes, the head of his cock brushing shivers over Harper’s prostate.

  “You gonna give it to me or what?” Harper complained as he sank deeper into pleasure, his hands finding Matt’s shoulders to cling to for comfort against the swirl of sensation.

  “In a minute. Gotta—” Matt gasped and threw his head back, his breath coming hard. “Too good. Gonna—”

  “Oh no, you’re not. Not until I get what’s coming to me.” He rolled them, Matt’s cock still buried in his ass, to take the top position. If Matt couldn’t give him the fuck he needed, he’d fucking take it.

  “Oh yeah,” Matt moaned, surrendering instantly
. “Harper, baby, fuck me. Come on.”

  Harper fucked him all right, bouncing up and down hard on Matt’s shaft, angling his hips for maximum prostate stimulation, those skittery whispers of too-soft pleasure replaced by brutal jabs of overwhelming sensation.

  Matt’s face below him was open, obsessed, urging him on with grunts and groans and desperate commands until Harper came with a few strokes of his own fist, blasting Matt’s torso with his ejaculation. He squeezed Matt’s cock until Matt spasmed, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth opening in a soundless scream. That was all the energy Harper had left. He dropped forward, into the arms of the enemy.

  Matt

  What was he supposed to do now? Last time, his course of action had been clear. Harper had been yelling at him to get out, so he’d gone. But now he had his arms full of a naked man still trying to catch his breath, a man who’d just ass-sucked an orgasm out of him with a skill he would like to enjoy on a regular basis.

  But it was Harper. Harper he had his arms around, Harper whose breath fanned over his neck, rustling up goose pimples. Harper who’d poisoned him, wrestled with him, and then made him see stars. Harper who was absolutely squashing him flat. What was he supposed to do?

  “Umph,” he said, protesting the part where he was being squashed flat because it was the easiest to deal with. Harper raised up, extracting Matt’s cock from his ass with a wiggle of his talented hips. He flopped over onto his back, his cock making a wet smack against his stomach. Matt’s abdomen was a work of art. He kind of wanted to take a picture.

  “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute,” Harper said.

  “I didn’t say anything.” His mother would kill him if he implied a guest was unwelcome. But he didn’t know what to say to Harper that wasn’t unwelcoming. He was kind of out of practice with that. “You, um, I never knew dressing in women’s clothes was something you liked to do.” He’d been hoping for something exciting beneath Harper’s shorts, but it’d just been regular old men’s underwear.

  “Who said it’s something I like to do?” Harper asked defensively. “It was a costume.”

  “Oh.” Shame. “You could though. I wouldn’t say anything.”

  “You’re exactly the one who would say something. If I did like to dress in women’s clothes, I sure as hell wouldn’t tell you.”

  “I wouldn’t, though. Promise. I think it’s hot. I told you that. You should shave all the time.”

  “Well.”

  “You should.” He rolled onto his side to trace a hand up Harper’s leg. It was a little bristly today but still good.

  Harper smacked his hand away. “We’re done. Truce is over.”

  “I mean, I don’t know what kind of stamina you got, Le Croix.” He tried a second pass over Harper’s leg, and this time Harper let him nuzzle right into the valley between his thighs, under the silky skin of those shaven balls. They weren’t bristly at all. Matt wondered if they’d gotten a touch up.

  “Did you shave or….”

  “Shaved my legs. Waxed my, uh, that part.”

  “This part?” Matt tugged gently on the smooth orbs, then slid his fingers back to tease the hairless crack, still slick with lube. God, that was inviting.

  “You’re not fucking me twice in half an hour,” Harper warned, but his cock was starting to stand up again, proving he had plenty of stamina after all.

  “We don’t have to fuck.” He just wanted to feel it. Harper’s body had a magnetic appeal, the masculine width of him above the cock and balls so delicately exposed in their hairlessness. But Harper pushed his hand away and got to his feet.

  “Yeah, I’m good.”

  “Come on, I can see you getting hard.” Matt put his arms behind his head and watched Harper shove his hard-on into his shorts.

  “Got a hand of my own. I don’t need your cock anymore today, thanks.”

  “Anytime.” Even though Harper hadn’t put a lot of genuine gratitude into the word thanks, Matt knew he’d given some pretty good dick there. And speaking of hands, he had them too. He brought one to his own cock which was roaring back to life at the reverse strip show going on in front of him.

  “I’m not a fucking object,” Harper complained. “Keep your eyes to yourself.”

  “My house, my rules.”

  “I knew you’d be insufferable.” Harper stuffed his feet into his shoes and clomped all the way down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind himself with a bang.

  Well, no sense wasting a boner.

  If good fences made good neighbors, then a shitty neighbor deserved a shitty fence. Specifically, Matt’s shitty neighbor deserved the tallest, most solid fence money could buy, and he deserved to have it planted right on the disputed property line. Every time Matt mowed his lawn, he laid down a fresh line of chalk, but every time Harper mowed his lawn, he erased it. It was time for a fence.

  “Right here,” Matt said, thumping his foot down to show Alan, the guy from the fencing company, where to install it. Out on the curb, a second pickup truck pulled up in front of Alan’s. A woman got out and went up to Harper’s front door. Weird. What did Harper have to do with a woman? Anyway.

  “Right down this line,” Matt reiterated, gesturing from where he stood all the way to the back.

  Alan grunted an acknowledgement and went to his truck to grab his tools. The fencing material had been stacked by the curb—a pile of posts and a separate pile of panels, enough to stretch the whole length of their property line.

  Once the fence was in place, Matt wouldn’t have to see Harper’s smug face and tight ass pushing his lawn mower around his yard, his arms all pumped up and covered in a coat of blonde fur when Matt couldn’t help wondering if the same fur covered his legs again or if he’d kept up the shaving like Matt had suggested. And the waxing. Mm. He’d like to help with that.

  Harper and the woman came down off his porch. They went to her truck where they started unloading one canvas-wrapped bush after another. So Harper was doing some landscaping. Whatever.

  Matt turned his attention back to Alan who was hauling over a hole digger. Meanwhile, the woman hefted one of the bushes.

  “Right about here then?” two voices asked at once.

  “What?” Matt and Harper said together.

  Harper’s landscaper had a shovel and a bush and was standing on Matt’s property. “You’re not planting a hedge there,” Matt warned.

  “I’ll plant a hedge on my property if I want to, but there’s no way you’re installing a fence on my property.”

  “My property.”

  “How about we split the difference?” the woman suggested. “I’m Agnes, from A&R Nursery. Nice to meet you.” She shook hands with Alan who was the only one interested. “A nice hedge, right in the middle? You’ll both enjoy looking at it, and in a few years you’ll hardly be able to see each other.”

  “The beauty of a fence,” Alan said, “is it goes right up. I can have you out of each other’s sight in a couple of days. What do you say to right here?” He walked forward a step, putting himself next to Agnes who’d been standing halfway between where Matt had asked for a fence to be erected and where Harper had asked for a hedge to be planted.

  Matt took Alan by the shoulders and moved him back where he’d been. “Right there.”

  “I showed you where I want the hedge,” Harper said to Agnes. “And that’s where I want the hedge.”

  “Look, this hedge is going to be a good three feet deep when it grows to maturity. What I’m saying is, we put the hedge here, and it’ll fill this whole area in. Won’t belong to either of you, sort of a no man’s land.”

  “Or we put the fence in the middle,” Alan said, “and you each get to enjoy an extra foot of space.”

  “I get to enjoy all the space,” Matt said. “Because it’s mine.”

  “Mine.”

  “Mine.”

  Alan cleared his throat. “Maybe it’s best if I come back when you’ve got this settled.”

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sp; “If you won’t put up the fence, I will.” Matt grabbed the hole digger away from Alan and sank it into the ground on exactly the edge of his property.

  Harper retaliated by removing a shovelful of dirt three feet farther over. Matt went over and tried to kick the dirt back in as Harper kept shoveling it out, but that wasn’t getting his own hole dug, so he abandoned that and went back to using the hole digger to make a perfectly round hole. He hauled one of the fence posts over and stuck it in triumphantly.

  There, the first post of his fence. Behind him, Harper dumped a blush in the hole he’d been digging and shoveled dirt around it, patting it flat with a satisfied smack from the back of his shovel.

  “Yeah, I’m just going to get going,” Alan said. “You can hang onto that hole digger if you need it.”

  “Same with the shovel,” Agnes said. “I’ll just, uh, send you a bill for it, or you can swing it by the nursery when you’re done.”

  The two of them backed slowly away. “You wanna get a beer or something?” Matt heard Agnes ask Alan, but he was busy digging his second hole, as frantically as Harper was digging his. Joke was on him though, because Matt only had to dig one every ten feet. Harper had to plant a bush every three. Stringing a panel in between the two posts he’d sunk was a challenge, but when he was done, he had a nice ten feet of fence blocking his view of Harper’s property and a string of bushes on his own.

  “I don’t want a hedge.”

  “Well, I don’t want a fence.”

  “Stop digging holes in my grass.”

  “Stop digging them in mine.”

  Neither of them stopped. Matt erected another fence panel. Harper planted another trio of bushes.

  “I’m just going to rip them out again,” Matt warned him.

  “Yeah? Well, how about this?” Harper gave one of the fence panels a push and the entire structure toppled over in a gracefully slow fall.

  “You broke my fence.”

  “I don’t think you know how to put up a fence.”

  “Like you know how to plant bushes.”

  “Probably not,” Harper admitted. He wiped an arm across his forehead, leaving a streak of dirt behind, and regarded the plantings with a critical eye. “Think they’ll die?”