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Glancing about with a certain degree of paranoia, though knowing perfectly well the others would have little reason to be anywhere near the Mystery Machine right now, said van's burly blonde owner headed towards its parking spot as nonchalantly as he could. His hands were stuffed in his jean pockets a bit rigidly, however, and he was rather poor at concealing his nerves. Whenever he had urges like this, he felt guilty about it. He tried to succumb to them as minimally as possible, but he was only human. Sometimes even a golden boy like Fred Jones needed to rub one out, and at the moment the stars had aligned to grant him a moment to himself while the rest of his friends were off hiking, shopping and generally exploring the natural park they were visiting.
Or so he thought.
Reaching the isolated dirt parking lot of the rest area, Fred was pleased to see the spot he'd chosen was just as lonely as it was when the group had arrived. No immediate neighboring cars to be found. With a brief smile of relief, the teen boy reached to grab the handles of the van's back doors and took one more paranoid glance about before cracking them open.
A gasp from within triggered his own intake of breath, and he realized quite readily that someone had already been leaning slumped against the back of the van's backseat. Green shirt, lanky frame, fluffy brown hair, even browner pants not covering quite as much as usual...this was Shaggy alright. Now, however, the other boy's posture stiffened like the object Fred flustered to register was in his palm. "Hey! Like, what gives, man?"
Face red in a millisecond, Fred pulled himself back and snapped the van doors shut again. "Oo-oops! Sorry!" Shaggy had had the same problem? At the same time? Well, it made sense, he was a guy too. Rotten on the timing, though. It seemed he'd beaten Fred to the punch when it came to choice of hiding spots. Of course, no one chose hiding spots better than that boy.
Stiffly marching a few steps back the way he'd come, arms out at odd angles, Fred then paused, a fresh thought catching up to him. "Heeeey, wait a minute..."
The van doors were thrust back open as Fred insisted, "This is my van, you know! Who said you could do that in here?" Through the fluster, he folded his arms and attempted to look assertive. Again, poorly.
Having registered it was Fred at the door, and the absurdity that he'd decided to come back to argue, Shaggy actually relaxed a little. Giving a small, careless shrug, he noted, "You never cared before."
Eyes widening, Fred countered, "You've done this before?!"
"Hey man, like, what you didn't know didn't hurt ya. And it's not hurting you now. In fact, I'd say it looks like you were about to do the same. Am I wrong?"
His eyes had drifted downward to rest at the front of Fred's jeans, brow quirking at the notable tent they held.
Gasping, Fred hadn't even noticed. When had that gotten there?! Sharply, he clapped his hands over the offending lump, embarrassed it had even been spotted. Likewise, he felt doubly embarrassed that beyond his first flinch, Shaggy hadn't even bothered to hide the fact that his own shaft was at full mast in his hand.
"E-Even so!" Fred attempted to argue crossly, "It's still my van..! I have a right..! My hiding spot. Scoot!"
Almost sarcastically, Shaggy shifted himself to the left and offered a palm to the open space next to him. "Like, I'll scoot over if you like. But first come, first served." Realizing what he'd just said, he chuckled. "Get it? First come, first served?" Cracking himself up, he let his fingers move to start massaging his nethers again.
Blushing even further at how lackadaisical the other was about this situation, Fred's eyes widened again to see Shaggy's hand casually begin moving. Even worse, he felt a pulsing response between his own legs. Good golly, had his unsightliness come from seeing Shaggy like this?!
In panic, he looked around again, feeling for all the world like someone would be prying into the compromised position he'd found himself in, judging him for it. No one was.
As it was clear he was losing the argument, Fred would have loved to have been on his way, just shut those doors like any considerate person and pretend all was swell, but it wasn't like he could just go about the park now and pretend there wasn't a very obvious problem in his pants.
Opting to stall for time and instead express his bewilder, he lowered his head and pressed of his friend, "Are you really just going to...keep going like that..? While I'm right here?"
Shaggy gave another shrug. "Everyone does it. We're friends. Like, no shame." A knowing smirk. "Why, you like what you see?"
Another pulse pressed against Fred's palms and he pursed his lips in frazzle.
Tutting, Shaggy matter-of-factly breezed, "Look, Freddy, either in or out, but you're letting in a draft."
Face buzzing at the affectionate nickname being used in this circumstance, the blonde boy flustered even more to hear Shaggy more than recognized his predicament. Hardly believing he was taking this option, Fred found himself stepping up into the van and closing the doors to shield himself from the outside world. From here he simply knelt neatly on the floor, as far from Shaggy as possible, staring at a spot two inches in front of his knees.
"Much better," the lanky boy approved, and relaxed fully, dropping his head back against the seat once more and moving his hand more freely.
In reaction, Fred could feel his flush spread so far his ears were on fire, only helped by every huff and soft note spilling from Shaggy's lips. Maybe he was still in shock, maybe it was just the fact that this was an unfathomable scenario for him, but Fred's body was undeniably responding. Already his member near-ached as it protested uncomfortably against his fly, demanding to be released.
Slowly, his eyes slid further along the floor, hesitating when Shaggy's outstretched shoe was reached. But then, like summoned by a spell, he looked further. Blushed harder. Shaggy was pretty well-formed. Quite sizable and firm. And just the fact that he was witnessing such an intimate part of his friend, in the midst of such a personal act...
In guilt, Fred's eyes flicked up for Shaggy's face, almost like wanting to apologize, quite sure that there was no way someone would actually be so relaxed about being observed in this state, only for his own breath to hitch finding Shaggy's eyes ready for him. Their gazes met, and Shaggy's eyes were quite calm indeed, seeming to light up at the connection.
Was...was Shaggy actually enjoying being watched? Nervously, Fred's gaze flicked a few more times between the other boy's shaft and his face, trying to assess the situation.
With another soft tut, Shaggy assured, "I knew you liked what you saw. Hey, I won't bite, man...like not even if you ask me. Not my style." Patting the clear space beside him, he went on, "If you're jonesin', Jones, don't let me stop ya."
Unable to stop a small snort leaving his nose at the admittedly endearing wordplay with his name, Fred still couldn't believe it as he watched himself shuffle a magnetized crawl towards the invited spot, sitting tensely as he took the other half of the floor behind the seating. Why was he still here? Why was he going further into this?
Knees drawn up modestly, all too aware of the warmth radiating from the body beside him, he offered lamely, "Uh, roger that...Rogers..." An awkward chuckle.
A less reserved snort came from Shaggy. "Hey, not bad." Pausing to notice Fred was moreso just staring at how he was working himself rather than actually doing anything, the scruffy-haired boy quirked a brow again.
"Did you forget how to work your zipper or somethin'? Or do you get off on just watching?"
Shooting even more stiffly upright, Fred took his elbows off his knees and held his palms up in defense. "N-No..! I would never..! I mean, you're doing a very nice job, but I wouldn't...hoo boy..."
Rubbing his head awkwardly, he realized he sounded ridiculous. Tentatively, he let his knees lower and one hand came to rest in preparation to undo his fly. How could he be expected not to be nervous in this situation? How was Shaggy not nervous? He was the king of nervous! Then again, it wasn't like there was anything mortally threatening about this. When it came to regular activities, Shaggy was far more carefree. But this still wasn't exactly something Fred would call 'regular'!
Swallowing thickly, the muscular teen unfastened and unzipped his jeans, trying to reason that if Shaggy could do something like this next to someone else, then so could he. Maybe it was him that was too reserved. How often had his friends jokingly accused him of being the group dad, after all?
A relieving sigh slipped out his nose as he felt his rod free itself. It had really been stifling inside its denim prison. Then immediately thinking he'd switched into being too relaxed in that instant, he sat back up straight and flicked his eyes back for Shaggy's, feeling like even he would be judging him for actually going along with this.
He found Shaggy wearing a muted smile as he admired the newcomer protruding from Fred's zipper. "Nice."
Another round of blush saturated Fred's face just knowing that part of him was being looked at, and automatically a hand moved to shield it, but in reaction his bare manhood gave a fresh pulse, both in anticipation of what having a hand on it usually signaled, and seemingly because it took Shaggy's casual ogling as a positive?
"Uh...thanks?" was all he could sheepishly muster. Glancing down at himself, he wriggled to pull his pants down a bit more and wrapped his fingers around his member since they were already there, letting out a small 'mh' as a familiar jolt of initial pleasurable electricity shot over his skin. Now, he felt it far more consciously than ever. Cautiously, this time his eyes flitted between himself and Shaggy as he hovered on the cusp of no return. Was he really about to go through with this? Weirdly, something about it was undeniably exciting, but it was just something he never would have imagined stumbling into, much less doing by choice.
"Dude," Shaggy informed, "Like, stop thinking so hard. Your brain's stalling out so much I can see the smoke comin' out of your ears." In emphasis, he lifted his free hand to point squarely at the other's forehead.
Taken aback, Fred blinked, lips parting slightly.
Turning his hand over to offer a reasoning palm, Shaggy shrugged, "The way I see it, we're both guys; this was bound to happen sometime or another. Might as well make the most of it. I'm not fussed, so neither should you be."
Fred felt his shoulders lower a bit, recognizing that yes, it was beyond evident that Shaggy did not mind this turn of events, and was in no way judging Fred for his needs. He was simply opting to share the space optimal for solving their joint conundrum.
"In fact," Shaggy pondered, "If it'll make you feel better, maybe we can help each other out."
Fred felt his brow raising at that. Turning his face more towards the other, he flustered, "Help each other..? You don't mean..."
Another shrug. "We've come this far. Like, I'm not sure if I can go for it if you're gonna stay so square, but I think I can loosen you up. Like. If you want, of course." Likewise, he turned his own face more towards Fred's and slid over a few degrees.
Eyes dropping to the floor as his lips thinned, Fred felt a fresh wave of heat wash over him. Shaggy had definitely noticed how his body directly reacted to the other boy's presence. How he'd been unable to fully withdraw from the situation and in actuality was nudging himself more and more into it. Shaggy was also thinking similarly about how Fred was too reserved about his own instincts on the matter. Lastly, dare Fred think that going so far with his friend had appeal? Shaggy probably could help him relax. His laid-back attitude had a way of being infectious when it came to fun. And this kind of thing was supposed to be fun, right? Shameful, in Fred's usual opinion, but particularly when another party was involved, it was supposed to be fun..? They were already right here, facing one another, exposed and resting openly in their respective palms...
Slumping a few degrees forward himself, he asked with remaining hesitation, "If I did want, how would you say I should stop my brain from 'stalling', as you put it..?"
Tipping his head lightly, Shaggy smiled. "Like, just like when we're drivin' down a long highway," he advised, sending an illustrative arm diving out in front of him, "Sometimes you just gotta put it in cruise control, man."
Blinking, Fred was able to relate to that analogy. "Hey, yeah..! I think I can see that," he granted, beaming brightly.
"Glad to hear it." Shaggy approved with a nod, finding the blonde's naive excitement as he almost forgot the intimacy of the setting charming. "Now then, Freddy, I'm about to do something, and while I'm doing it, like, just go with it."
"Hm?" Fred hardly got the chance to blink and register one of Shaggy's hands had slid around his neck, pulling him forward, before he found his lips flush with the other boy's, Shaggy kissing him quite deeply as a soft hum of desire drifted from his nose.
Fred's eyes bulged and he tensed, indeed nearly having forgotten already just how personal the situation was in his moment of innocent glee. Well, he was reminded now quite harshly, hardly having expected to be kissing his friend today! At once his entire body felt hot, and yet again he felt the member still loosely wrapped in his fingers bob in reaction. Shaggy was...so close...and...so warm...
Keeping the advice he'd been given in mind, Fred simply absorbed for a moment, feeling his eyelids flutter lower as he did. Shaggy was soft and lithe, but just a little rough around the edges. His lips were plump, his large nose just a little clumsy with the motions of his suckling, and his thin chin whiskers tickling as they brushed against Fred's clean-shaven flesh. Shaggy's thumb stroked against Fred's muscular neck on instinct, soothing the other boy further, more effectively than either of them likely would have thought. His smell was surprisingly rich and deep, and Fred found his eyes closing fully as he breathed it in.
Compulsively, he found himself pressing back against the kiss, a flutter erupting in his gut as he did, but when Shaggy welcomed it with a gentle groan, the nervous edge fell away and all that remained was excitement. One of Fred's hands lifted to find Shaggy's side, pressing and kneading forward for a feel of the taller boy's body. Again, so lithe, his ribs felt even through his shirt, but so soft.
In turn, Fred felt Shaggy smile against his lips, and the hand around his neck drifted lower, gliding over a well-toned pectoral and palming Fred's firm stomach. This caused further ripples of excitement in the blonde. He wasn't being rebuked, rather encouraged, and the idea that sharing a moment like this with his friend was enticing became perfectly acceptable the more it went on.
Almost sadly, the pair finally parted for breath, foreheads bowing to touch instead of their lips while they gasped for the air that had become thick with lust in the past few moments.
"Wow...you're a good kisser, Shag," Fred said a bit dumbly, still struck by the fact that they'd just been making out so thoroughly. He tasted the brunette well and truly on his tongue.
"You're not so bad yourself," Shaggy returned, "Square like you, it's a welcome surprise." A light tap of the back of his hand to Fred's arm informed he was only teasing. "Like, you can't stick your face so close to mine and not expect me to go in for it, though. Go for round two~?"
Amiably acknowledging the tease with a short chuckle, Fred granted a short, "Yeah."
"A man of few words, I see," Shaggy smirked, "Good. I like a man of action~."
And just like that, they were kissing again. This time Fred was much more receptive from the outset, sending both hands to slide up Shaggy's slender body as the taller boy shifted to kneel at a more comfortable angle, almost on Fred's lap. One arm was back to clinging around Fred's neck, while the other guided one of Fred's hands lower, coaxing him to touch his already-exposed member.
As the heel of his hand hit the stiff object, Fred gasped through his nose and recoiled his arm slightly, automatically wanting to respect personal boundaries, but then, as Shaggy bucked his hips upward to chase him, registered he was being invited to touch the area. Right, that was the entire point, wasn't it? They were helping each other find release.
Gingerly, Fred allowed his palm to come back forward, pressing that shaft up against Shaggy's belly. His own cheeks flushed just knowing he was touching another man like this. Shaggy's member felt so hot as he stroked it awkwardly a few times, as if petting a dog. Shifting tactics when that didn't feel right, he wrapped his fingers around it instead, trying a bit oddly to pump the thing in an upside down hold.
Pulling back from the kiss, Shaggy watched in scrutiny as Fred attempted to pleasure him, clearly having no experience in doing so to another person.
"Dude," he had to say at last with some amusement, "Like, A for effort, but how about I take over? You just keep cruisin'."
Bashfully, Fred glanced away. "Sorry..."
Spitting into a palm, Shaggy consoled, "Like, don't be. Just watch and learn."
Then he was smothering Fred in a fresh round of kisses, the burlier teen letting out a short note of pleasured stun with the renewed vigor of it. It was like Shaggy was assuring him that he was no less into this just because Fred was inexperienced with free love.
As he kissed, Shaggy took his own bold move towards Fred's manhood. Proud and thick, the shaft reacted graciously to a firm, slick hold, welcoming the touch with a hearty pulse. In turn, Fred let out a sharp, vocal note as he squirmed. His rod had been straining this entire time and had barely gotten any attention, and now, here Shaggy was jumping right in to give it in full. As his palm moved readily, Fred fidgeted more, aroused easily under the passionate blend of Shaggy's hand and lips.
He was further taken aback when shortly, Shaggy shifted his kneel again, this time sliding directly onto his lap, straddling him and pushing him back to lean against the upholstery behind them. As Shaggy straddled, his own stiffness nudged up against Fred's, the blonde feeling his face flush all over again as a unique jolt shot up from the connection, then only amplified when Shaggy's palm bound the two shafts together, working them both as they nestled in torrid bliss.
"Auh..!" Fred had to crane his neck back and break the kiss to call to the Mystery Machine's roof. "Auh, Shag..." He felt himself melting, slowly but surely, now finding it hard to look anywhere but at the boy giving him this pleasure. His reddened face was tilted back as, from under hooded eyes, he met Shaggy's demure smile. It was so good...so different than doing this on his own. He needed to convey his gratitude. Reaching up, he cupped around the base of Shaggy's skull, burrowing his strong fingers tenderly through the other's fluffy locks.
As the heat inside him boiled further and further upward through his chest, Fred found himself listing to the left, onto his elbow. The brunette followed suit and bore down on him with no less vigor. The pair was soon headed towards simply lying on the van floor, Shaggy taking advantage of this position by rocking his hips to get more out of the grinding actions of his hand. Fred called out again in fluster at the friction, one hand flying loosely over his mouth. His own hips bucked reflexively into the other's grip. "Shag..!"
"Like, is that my name, or a request~?" the brunette grinned, his own face getting a bit heated now in eagerness. He then reveled in the adorable, bug-eyed darkening in hue Fred's face experienced. The blonde blushed so easily, didn't he?
"Well, Freddy~?" Shaggy couldn't help but tease that rosy face with a cattish smile, "How about it? Like, a shag from Shaggy. I'm sure that'd cure what ails ya." A short laugh.
Fred wasn't laughing. Rather, his face remained a rich pink as his fingers remained bashfully over his lips, his timid gaze off to the side as he was teased. The line flustered Fred well and truly. Just the idea of it...going all the way with his close friend, just like that, all at once...they were already doing this much together, though. Would it really be that much bigger of a barrier? This already felt so good, too. Fred just took a moment ruminating on the building ball of desire forming in his pelvic area with each of Shaggy's thrusts before quietly asking this question.
"...can't it be both?"
"Hm?"
"Shag. Can't it be your name...and a request..?"
It was Shaggy's turn to be taken aback. "What, you mean you'd really want to go that far..?"
Mustering some push-back, Fred countered a challenging, "What's the matter? You think that's square now?"
Taking a bit of a defensive edge, Shaggy countered, "Hardly. I'm just surprised, that's all. Like, I'm game if you're game, but I'm not tryin' to goad ya. I just thought you looked cute all worked up like that."
Fred's face probably couldn't have gotten any redder, but he hunched visibly in a fresh bout of bashfulness. "Y-You think I'm cute..?" Telling him this, while he was under the other boy, their privates bound intimately together in Shaggy's fist...
Noticing a surge against his palm as Fred asked the question, sounding almost hopeful about it, Shaggy's shaft responded with one of its own. His lips parted in surprise over the information Fred chose to take from his response, and that the notion of being found attractive in this scenario appeared to entice him. Shaggy experienced a fresh wave of heat rolling through his body as his eyelids drifted lower. "Like, Freddy, if you were any cuter right now, I'd call myself crazy not to shag you."
For Fred, it was easy to notice Shaggy's thickness throbbing while so tightly pressed against his. As well, the softening expression on his face did well to highlight he was perfectly truthful in confirming that he found Fred attractive. He liked Fred wanting him to find him attractive. A fresh flutter of tingles danced over the blonde's face and lit in his chest to swell like a blissful balloon. Below, he felt a tell-tale leaking from his tip as a round of precum now aided Shaggy's grinding friction. A low, hushed sort of whimper left Fred as he was absorbed in a rush of desire.
"Do it, then," he encouraged, "Let's shag, Shag~." Quite honestly, he could hardly believe he'd uttered something both so flirtatious and so corny.
Pausing for only a moment, caught off-guard by the line, Shaggy then broke out into a round of giggles. He couldn't believe what he was hearing either. It was too cute. He wasn't about to be hung up on it, either. "Like, you asked for it," he granted, "I guess for us, it'll be in for a penny, in for a pound. Get it?" Another round of giggles.
"Oh, brother...oop--!" Rolling his eyes at how much cornier Shaggy's line had been, but almost comforted that it wasn't just him being lame, Fred then felt a sharp spike of nerves as his pants were tugged sharply down, registering in the next second that Shaggy was taking them from him. It was a natural next step to expect, but his entire lower half now felt like it was a glowing beacon of breached modesty, his smooth, milky skin burning under the exposure. His knees came together in a surge of self-consciousness while Shaggy tossed his jeans out of reach. His hands automatically gripped the hem of his white shirt in a feeble attempt to cover something.
Knelt in front of the boy on his back, Shaggy placed his hands gently on Fred's knees. "Like, come on, man, don't clam up now," he quipped, "I'm gonna need to get in there if you wanna do this. Or should I get out my shucking knife?" A short chuckle. "Like, is that your idea of food play..?"
"S-Sorry," Fred returned sheepishly, forcing himself to relax again, "Habit. I do want to do this. It's just..."
Aiding the other boy in spreading his knees, Shaggy admired the sight laid out before him. "Freddy, old pal, believe you me, you've got nothin' to be ashamed about," he informed readily. Every inch of Fred was well-toned and perfectly-sculpted, but smooth and soft. Even his face was a contradictory blend of chiseled and soft, his bright-eyed innocence and boyish youthfulness making the anticipating lust in his features seem like new and curious emotions, inviting Shaggy to explore them with him. His erection, however, prominently reminded the other that he was in fact fully-grown, and begged to be touched.
This is what Shaggy did, spitting into his palm once more before slipping it around that raised mast and massaging it in earnest.
"Ahh~hh..!" In the interlude, Fred's nerves had almost settled, but now they were awakened all over again, perhaps even amplified by the added awareness of just how he was finding himself at Shaggy's mercy. Splayed out like this, ogled so openly as he lay there, the brunette's compliment nestling hotly in his belly, the lanky teen's own pert member a bold example of proof that he approved of what he saw.
Another sharp intake of breath came when Shaggy's lengthy arm came forward to slip underneath the hem of Fred's shirt, his index finger hooking on the hem as his hand glided upward, exposing even more of Fred's supple skin to the air. Fred's head tilted and he crushed his eyes shut, lips wavering in embarrassment, but he didn't fight it as he felt the nip of air greeting the surface of his flesh. He gave the smallest wince of arousal when the heel of Shaggy's hand brushed over his left nipple while exposing it.
"Mmh..." the taller boy hummed as he took in the body underneath him. He was not going to mind anything about claiming this friend of his. "Like, I might be a vegetarian, but I am still eating you up, fella~."
Cracking an eye open, Fred couldn't help a small, flattered smile at this crack. It felt good to hear how unreserved Shaggy was about his opinion, especially since it was such a kind one. The already hot swirling emotions in his chest were only assisted by the nimble explorations of Shaggy's slender fingers. Fred gushed to the air once more as his nipple was toyed with. He squirmed lightly when Shaggy spread his own knees widely and pressed their pelvises together, rolling their crotches firmly against one another and freeing up his other hand. Fred's squirming only increased when it joined the first in its ministrations, gripping and massaging freely over his body.
Actually beginning to feel stifled in the confines of his clothing now, Fred moved of his own accord to lift his arms and take both his white top and blue undershirt off to get them out of the way. He was about to reach for the orange cloth around his neck too when Shaggy's hand reached for his to stay it.
"Actually, if you don't mind," he smirked, "I'd like it if the ascot stays."
Brow going up, Fred felt a fresh flush crossing his cheeks. "Uh...okay. Sure." In turn, Shaggy laced his fingers with the other boy's and shifted himself upward, crawling more overtop him as he pressed in for a deep, intimate kiss.
After delivering this sultry press of affection, Shaggy pulled back just enough, lips still brushing the other's, to inform, "Like, it's just so you, Freddy~."
Eyelids feeling incredibly heavy, Fred was finding the atmosphere to be getting quite thick as the pair's weighted breaths mixed. "Stop flattering me. Shaggy, I want you so much already~...I'm ready for it." For emphasis, one hand tunneled deeply through the brunette's hair as Fred's large, heated hand caressed the back of Shaggy's head.
With an amiable tut, Shaggy pointed out, "Like, you didn't say 'please', man." Knowing Fred was about to take his jest literally, the taller boy silenced any retort by pushing his lips over Fred's for a brief knead. "Luckily I'm not a stickler for that sort of thing."
While Fred blinked and processed what had just happened, Shaggy slipped the first two of his fingers into his own mouth and liberally wet them with his tongue. From there he raised himself up enough to reach between them, one hand supporting him on the van's floor by Fred's side as he reached to find the muscular boy's entrance. He kept his own eyes on Fred's face, reveling in the expression he made when it was clear the hole had been found. Yet another gasp, a sharp flinch as sensitive nerves were brushed, and another batch of pink crossing Fred's cheeks as his knees clenched on either side of the boy over him. His reflex had clearly been to close them in modesty again, but there was a body in the way to prevent this. As well, with a bashful clear of his throat, it was apparent he hadn't meant to react so strongly, letting his legs fall more openly and instead trying to be his usual helpful self by granting the other better access.
Unable to prevent his endeared smile from spreading, Shaggy assured, "Like, you're doin' great, Freddy. Like I said, all you gotta do is just ride it out. But I'll be darned if you don't make the cutest faces while doing so."
Already quite stimulated, Fred felt another rush of wholesome adoration washing over him and adding to the mix. Shaggy was so weirdly good at making him feel appreciated on every level, even if they were just doing this on a whim. As the brunette's finger burrowed deeper into him, Fred could only continue to gasp, his breaths getting thicker with each inhale. Both of his hands landed on Shaggy's thin shoulders, clutching in need as he welcomed the intrusion below, trying to will the clenching ring of muscle to relax itself and invite Shaggy into him.
"You know...you're cute...too..." the blonde boy huffed, feeling the compliments had been a little one-sided and unable to prevent wanting to level the field. Besides, the warm way Shaggy smiled at him, his open and friendly demeanor so naturally relaxing as his charmingly scruffy features sent nothing but good vibes his way...it wasn't a lie. Shaggy was quite appealing.
Another amiable note. "Happy to hear it." Really, the other boy was. Fred was such a sweetheart.
By the time Fred was adjusted enough to feel Shaggy's scissored fingers sliding back and forth without resistance, any notion of modesty had finally been chased from his mind. All that remained was a burning desire for the release that had been promised to him. He was rocking his hips along with the motions of Shaggy's wrist, nigh desperate for something more, his neck lolling lazily as his steamy breaths gushed wantonly toward the Mystery Machine's roof.
"Like, you ready for the real deal?" Shaggy wondered, "You seem pretty content as is, but I gotta say, I'm feelin' kinda left out." As he hadn't been able to give himself any attention, his erection was maintaining a steady but less than ample half-mast.
Grinning in a spot of amusement through the lusty haze, Fred countered, "Ready? I thought we were waiting on you. Come on in, the sex is fine."
Snorting appreciatively at the quip, Shaggy shot back, "Well gee, here's hoping it's better than fine..."
Through the shared spell of breezy, nervous giggles, Shaggy spat a couple more times into his palm and gladly sat back to work himself back into a full arousal, making sure his shirt hem was pulled back and putting his free arm behind his head as he perhaps posed a bit purposefully for Fred's enjoyment. Knowing the other boy was watching him with anticipation only helped his return to proper hardness.
One final round of saliva and Shaggy was poising himself at Fred's entrance, this time the one wearing an almost nervous grin as butterflies flurried through his stomach. He was really about to shag the brains out of Fred Jones. Why did that sound like the best thing ever?
That nervous grin was matched by the teen under him, Fred no less tense on the cusp of this precipice, but no less excited by the prospect of taking that final step forward. He spread his thighs in reception as Shaggy rubbed his entrance tantalizingly with his member's tip, giving it one final coax to open.
Figuring it was now or never, Shaggy just gave an off-hand, "Well, here goes..!" And then he'd sunk himself in past that ring of muscle, into a warm cavern ensconcing him in nothing but Fred.
A torrid, throaty gush poured from both boys' lips in tandem as Shaggy slipped inside the other, sliding more easily into place than expected. Fred had been well prepared. Their hips clashed, and for a moment all either boy could do was absorb the shock of sensation, one fixated on the intense pleasure of the welcoming hug his member received, the other stunned by the stimulation of having his entrance well and truly filled to the brim. Shaggy's tip dug firmly into Fred's pleasure center, far better than his fingers had been able to reach, and it jolted his brain with a sharp spark of delectable electricity.
Then Shaggy thrust.
It was one first. Then another. Then a pair of them, slowly building steam until he was sure he had proper give, at which point he took all he was given, resting his hands on Fred's shins and driving into him at a hard and steady pace. His breath came hard as well, and his hooded gaze refused to leave Fred's dazzling face.
With every push forward, Fred had called out. Each one gaining volume as the thrusts became harder. The shockwaves pulsing through his body made it impossible not to vocalize. And then, as they became consistent, it was all he could do to wriggle and try to take them as they came. There were no sheets to fist, so his fingers clawed uselessly against his van's flooring by his head. Should he install some sort of carpeting? All of a sudden he was understanding why hippie vans were known for having it.
Not like either of them had time to think about interior decorating, they were far too occupied with one another, their gazes locked in feverish admiration of the craving thirst shining on their faces.
This. This was spectacular. Letting go, sharing such an intimate pleasure with someone – a dear friend, no less – on such a whim was amazing. So wrong, taboo, but so right. Fred was having no regrets about falling prey to the invitation to join Shaggy here now, in fact only wishing he could be closer to the other boy.
"Come here, you..." he ordered through his labored panting, pushing his legs out of Shaggy's grip and around his waist. His arms came forward to fist the taller teen's shirt and tug him down on top of him.
"Woah..!" Falling forward, Shaggy caught himself with a hand slammed to either side of Fred's swelling chest, finding himself face to face with the stronger boy at a distance of mere inches. The cattish smile on that face sent a powerful zing through Shaggy's gut, but then, oh then, Fred just had to purr to go with it.
"Oh, you've done it now," Shaggy gave in mock warning. Both hands came to clutch at Fred's ascot as he braced his forearms against the other's barrel chest. Before anything else could be said he'd began thrusting all over again, his groin merging in seamless, energized rolls with Fred's.
Rocked with rapture, Fred let out an airy exclamation. His hips curled on instinct to give Shaggy leverage, and he felt the brunette stirring so completely deep inside of him he was sure he would burst. The firm tug around his neck was a surprise, but somehow not unpleasant. It only further communicated Shaggy's hunger towards him, adding a sense of desperate desire, and, dare he say, pressure within his own body. In his own spell of hunger, Fred lunged his face forward and bit for Shaggy's lips, grabbing around his upper arms in seeking for some outlet for his needs. Shaggy met this powerful grab with an approving hum, letting his eyes slide shut as he savored the way their tongues clashed and Fred fought to keep him as close as possible.
Finding it hard to kiss and keep his hips in rhythm, however, Shaggy had to push Fred away, signaling him somewhat forcefully to lie flat again. Obediently, the blonde did fall back to the floor, almost reluctantly until Shaggy's next move. One hand had come away from Fred's ascot to push down on Fred's shoulder as a signal, but now that hand stayed there and helped act as new leverage as Shaggy pulled out just enough to keep his tip inside Fred, then slamming back forward into him entirely.
Fred gave his loudest cry yet as he was jolted with such fierce pleasure. He could not hold still as Shaggy spent the next few seconds following this up with a relentless series of powerful, quick motions, then halting and pulling back again, only to slam deeply into him once more. Then pulling back and slamming all the way in again. Then he once more returned to plowing full force. He did not keep a pattern. When he would stop his ravenous pace to dot it with one or more particularly assertive slams of his pelvis, Fred could not count on, but every time it happened he shouted out without fail. Soon enough he was simply caterwauling through the entire process, driven into a mad frenzy of fervor and greed. He wanted Shaggy inside of him. He needed Shaggy inside of him. Never stopping. Driving full force and sending pulse after pulse of euphoria through his brain.
The ardor between the two of them was incredible. Fred now felt like he couldn't open his legs enough to receive what Shaggy was giving him. Shaggy couldn't believe how perfectly snugly Fred's entrance embraced him, the dizzying heat around his most sensitive nerves only driving him closer to the edge the more he sent himself against those welcoming walls. He needed to stoke the fire inside him, desperately feeding it with the torrid friction he created with his unrelenting, untiring thrusts. As well, just watching Fred becoming unable to contain himself as he buried into the blonde with abandon, it was immensely gratifying.
Shifting himself one last time, Shaggy decided it was time to head for the endgame. "Alright, Freddy," he huffed, both hands braced against the other boy's shoulders now, "You ready to focus on the real deal?"
If everything so far had been messing around, Fred had no idea what 'the real deal' could mean. However, he could not say he wasn't interested. Placing his own hands to those slim and surprisingly powerful sides, he granted, "Yeah...give it to me, Shaggy."
"Alright," Shaggy nodded, "Like, just remember, if the van's not still standing afterward, like, you asked for it..!"
It was a friendly quip, but Fred's eyes still widened at the implication of what was to come. He did not get to dwell on speculations, however, for no time was wasted in showing him exactly what that quip meant.
It seemed that indeed Shaggy had left some fuel in the reserves, for what came now was nothing short of doubling down on the effort he'd been exerting. There were no pauses, either. One would think he needed to screw as a vital part of staying alive.
"Haaa-AA-aah~!" Fred felt his face saturate overtop the already-saturated flushed mess he'd become. He was sure he was shining with a light glisten of sweat as he felt that most pleasurable of spots, deep within him, blatantly mauled with no recourse. Was there no cure for Shaggy's libido? Not that Fred was wondering out of concern, more like amazement.
The fingers digging into his sides did nothing to stop Shaggy's unbridled motions. Not at all. Rather, he seemed to be spurred by them and inspired. Bowing, he shoved Fred's ascot up with his nose and mouthed heatedly against his collarbone, suckling and licking all along the contours of Fred's neck and up to the firm muscle straining under the assault from below. He was rewarded a trembling warble and a wanton call of his name. "S-Shaggy..! Auh~!"
All at once, Fred felt himself spilling over. He felt impossibly hotter as the whirlwind of everything he was experiencing culminated in a beautiful crescendo of bliss breaking through the lusty clouds of his mind. His body tensed and arched away from the van floor, a jet of heat bursting between the boys' bodies as a sensation of incredible release washed over Fred entirely.
However, he wasn't out of the woods yet. Smiling a bit proudly upon seeing Fred cum so animatedly, Shaggy let out a note through his nose to match, but did not stop thrusting. Hunching, he instead dove into a burst of motion somehow even more driven than anything thus far. This last burst of speed only lasted a handful of seconds, but as it crashed through Fred's already-orgasmic release, he let out another trembling cry as he was shaken with further euphoric tremors. His body literally shivered beyond his control as Shaggy took these extra seconds, finally slamming home one last time and letting out a sharp but satisfied yelp. Another pooling of liquid heat could be felt by both boys inside Fred's well-worn tunnel, signaling Shaggy had indeed finally climaxed.
As Fred lay there, splayed wide as could be and trembling in the aftermath of it all, looking down at the mess he'd made on himself and to where his friend was still hilt-deep inside of him, he felt a whisper of shame and embarrassment trying to cling to the edge of his mind. For really, who, on a spur of the moment whim, in the back of a van, let themselves get into this state? What kind of golden boy let their pal screw their brains out as a friendly favor?
Fred told that little whisper to stuff it as he let out a thoroughly satisfied sigh and let his head fall back to thunk softly to the floor. Like the whisper said, he didn't have the brains to worry about such things right now.
Meanwhile, Shaggy let himself slip out of Fred's hole as he softened, taking a short moment to smile down at his handiwork, leaning an elbow on Fred's tented knee and placing his cheek to curled knuckles. "Man, like if you looked good before, you look ravishing now," he sighed fondly, "Or should I say 'ravished'."
While the taller boy had a short giggle, Fred managed to find a shred of modesty as he blushed and flicked his gaze away over being stared at like this. Shyly, he pushed himself to sit upright, forcing Shaggy to wobble and correct his posture as his support removed itself.
Somewhat dizzied just by sitting up, and finding it sore to sit, Fred had his own comment. "Forget me, how are you not winded? That was...I mean that was some stamina! Wow!"
Giving a somewhat flattered, sheepish chuckle, Shaggy pointed out, "Well, like, I was our school's track star right up through graduation. I would hope I've got some stamina in me! Not to mention all that practice I've gotten running away from kooky ghouls and goblins all day!"
"I uh...gee." It made perfect sense when put that way. "I guess you never know where else your talents will come in handy." Fred rubbed his neck awkwardly, only to be reminded of the markings no doubt forming under his fingers. His expression quickly displayed annoyance.
Predicting what was coming, Shaggy waved a flippant wrist Fred's way. "Don't worry, don't worry. I didn't leave anything you won't already be covering with that ascot. Not that I heard any complaints in the throe of it. Here, have some napkins from the glove compartment." While speaking, he'd dangled himself over the backseat, his wiry frame having a long enough reach to get to the front and fetch them something to clean up with.
Fred let out a breath as he accepted the napkins. "Well that's a relief." Imagine trying to explain that sudden development to the girls. Reaching for his clothes after a quick wipe-down, the blonde attempted to stand so he could put on his pants, only to suffer a sudden and intense bout of vertigo. "W-Woah..!" He barely managed to step through one leg before his other knee gave out from weakness and forced him to collapse again.
"Whoops," Shaggy noted as the other sat back down, in stun over how little his body wanted to obey him, "Yeah, like, you might not wanna push yourself too hard there, Freddy. Come to think, we prob'ly shouldn't have picked a hiking park to be doing this in, huh?" An awkward chuckle.
Folding his arms, Fred countered, "I didn't 'pick' this at all..!"
Folding his own arms, Shaggy stuck his nose up and argued, "You asked me to shag ya, and I shagged ya..! I call that pickin' enough!"
Frazzled, Fred made a very pouty face but had no argument to muster. Grumbling, he grabbed for the legs of his jeans and pulled them up his legs in bunches, ungracefully getting his pants back on while he stayed sitting, and fastening them in a way which could only be described as a comically artless fashion.
Once he was dressed, however, he slumped against the back of the backseat with a hefty sigh, closing his eyes and wondering if he should be questioning his life choices while he was forced to let his body have at least a few minutes to recuperate.
Having had a much easier time just stuffing himself back into his pants, Shaggy leaned over from the very hip-flexible, perky butterfly sit he'd taken. "Hey, like, we should prob'ly air this place out a bit once you get your legs back, but until then, like I don't mind snugglin' with ya..!"
Opening his eyes and quirking a brow at the other boy, Fred thought it seemed more like Shaggy wanted to snuggle and was asking permission, the way he smiled so wide-eyed and innocently.
Well, it couldn't be denied he was being incredibly cute in his wheedling. Fred felt his own face melting into an endeared sort of lop-sided smile as his head tilted.
"Uh, okay. I didn't take you for – oof!"
He was definitely regretting one choice as Shaggy clenched giddy fists and then bounded energetically to land his kiester square on Fred's outstretched lap. He may have been a thin man, but that landing was still heavy. Fred pulled quite a contorted face as his arms coiled and his spine went stick straight in alarm.
Seemingly not even noticing, Shaggy leaned himself quite promptly against Fred's wide chest, curling up snugly and nestling his sandwiched hands under his cheek as if he'd always been there. "Are you kiddin'?" he answered the unfinished question from under closed eyelids, "Cuddle comfort is king! Why do you think I jump on you or anyone else who happens to be nearby when I'm spooked~?"
Well, there was another piece of infallible logic. Looking down at the brunette contently curled in his lap, Fred's face softened. Shaggy was such a goofball. An adorable goofball. Staying mad at him was impossible. Letting a sigh out his nose, Fred wrapped his arms around the thinner boy and let his cheek fall to rest in a bed of fluffy brown hair.
Yeah, this was nice. Regrets? Nah. He should take Shaggy's approach to this kind of helping more often.