Heat
The Mystery Machine was empty, save for two half-naked bodies of Fred
Jones and Norville 'Shaggy' Rogers. They were laying, or (to be more
precise) sliding against each other while on a thick blanket. The warm
surface tickled Shaggy's back, while Fred's was subjected to the cool
evening air.
A slim hand grasped at a broad shoulder when their shafts, still trapped
in clothing, touched and rubbed together, sparks of pleasure swimming
through their veins.
A harder thrust and a strangled gasp fell from Shaggy's mouth. Freddy
grinned, and swooped down to capture those lips, sucking on them as he
pushed his tongue inside. It was welcomed wetly, heatedly, eagerly.
Pulled deeper inside to twine with another, to twist and twirl together.
At the same time, Shaggy's hand grabbed between them, yanking first
Freddy's, then his own fly open. He fumbled for a few moments before he
managed to push both pairs of pants low enough for their cocks to be
able to slip free on their own with minimum work. Then he moved – with a
firm thrust he pressed their groins together, grounding them against
each other. Fred answered in kind, grabbing the other's hips tightly and
pulling himself even closer.
Due to the harsh movements, their pants slowly rode down, the sensation
of material nearly scraping over their most sensitive skin maddening. It
took some time, but finally their shafts were freed of their prisons –
they sprung to life, and pressed together, the tips touching in what
could almost be a kiss.
The two men groaned, and continued thrusting against each other. Their
lips barely parted, even when they drew in gasping breaths, gulping in
precious oxygen before deepening the kiss again. They pulled and pressed
against each other, bodies slick with sweat, the scent of their
combined musk filling the back of the van. They rubbed and slid against
heated skin, and the quivering muscles hidden underneath. Their hands
danced across sensitive skin, over broad shoulder and a slim chest.
Nipples were tweaked with one hand, a different one scratching the skin
over a shoulder blade nearly raw.
With a semi-loud cry, Shaggy's back arched sharply, long fingers digging
almost to the point of pain into the other's skin. Freddy clenched his
teeth when he felt the other's organ twitch and spill between them, the
warm fluid itching slightly against over-heated skin.
It didn't take long for him to come also, his larger body curling around
the panting frame under him. Still twitching, he lowered himself so
that he lay half on and half off the other man, wrapping a tired arm
across the slim waist.
They calmed down in silence, exchanging an occasional kiss to either
lips or still flushed skin.
Suddenly, Shaggy's head snapped up, wide eyes moving to the window.
“What was that?!”
Freddy groaned quietly. “Shaggy, it's nothing. Besides, you just came,
you don't have the energy to be scared.”
“I don't?” Slight confusion.
“Nope, not in the least.” A decisive answer.
Shaggy shrugged, then relaxed back against the blanket. “...wanna, like,
take a nap?”
“You read my mind.” A slow kiss.
