Even with his headphones on, Shaggy could feel the hammering bass the second he stepped out of the car. Scooby whined, the smells and sounds giving him, and his human, a migraine. Shaggy conjured the thought of a cat in his head. Scooby wagged his tail. Shaggy cocked his head and smirked as his companion took off down the road.
"Is that safe?" asked Velma.
"Uh-huh. We're assimilated, remember?"
"Wow. So you really see and hear everything he does?"
Shaggy nodded. "Yeah, and he'll know if I'm in t-trouble, too. Like, we just share everything. Sensations, emotions, scenery… We always know what's happening to the other."
"That's… kind of awesome," said Velma.
"It's something. Sometimes I feel safer. Other times, it scares me."
Velma put a hand on Shaggy's back. "You gonna be okay in here?"
He nodded. "He took most of it away. I shouldn't have any, like, major p-p-problems now."
"Okay," said Velma, waving him towards the building. "It can get crowded, though. And you're, what? Nineteen?"
"At the moment."
"So no drinks for you, then," Vlema said, stretching with a smile. "Good. I don't have to babysit. Daph gets completely smashed if I don't watch her."
As they approached, Velma fished an ID out of her pocket and handed it to a bouncer. He nodded and returned it.
"ID?" he asked Shaggy.
"He needs a stamp, Caleb. That's my driver."
"Ha! What is he, 20?"
"Nineteen," said Shaggy cautiously, handing him a license.
"Arm." Shaggy held out an arm, and Caleb fastened a neon green band around his wrist, saying, "If you take this off before you leave, we'll blacklist you." Then he returned his ID.
"C-cool. Thanks."
The plastic slid against his skin as he moved, colder than he was. The false sense of warmth sparked a smile on his lips as he followed Velma into the club.
"Woah."
The rising heat hit him first, warming him with every breath. Rave music and flashing lights beat almost hypnotically. Velma grabbed his hand and led him into the crowd.
"Dance with me," she commanded.
Shaggy hesitantly obeyed and swayed awkwardly to the music. Velma was a much better dancer, he noted, but it would probably be insulting to copy her, right? Is that cultural appropriation? Better not risk it and just be his klutzy self.
This worked surprisingly well as he felt someone rub his arm when the next song started.
"Hey," the newcomer said, flashing a bright smile. "New here?"
Shaggy tucked some of his dirty blonde hair behind his ear and grinned sheepishly. "Am I that obvious?"
The man laughed and ran a hand through his own dark brown hair. He was a touch shorter than Shaggy, with sun-kissed tan skin and nearly black eyes. He pressed himself into Shaggy's back and twisted their fingers together.
"Like this," he whispered, his nose tickling Shaggy's neck.
Shaggy's brain short-circuited at the warm skin against his, the firm grip guiding his hands, the sensual grinding against his back. He only regained the ability to focus when the other dancer pulled him away to a table.
"Man, you have cold hands," he said with a laugh.
Shaggy rubbed his neck and sat down. "Yeah, they're always like that."
"I wonder what that'd feel like," the man said. He smirked at Shaggy's confused face. "You know. In bed."
Shaggy laughed. "You have our attention."
"You're tall, compared to what I usually go for, but you seem… submissive. Like a bottom."
"This hair was made for pulling."
"Ah. You like to be abused?"
"Well…," Shaggy hesitated then said, "I'm new to this, really. I've only done virtual stuff before. I know I like being bossed around, though."
"I'm Hunter."
"Shaggy."
Hunter laughed. "Because of the hair?"
"It was at first."
"Oh?"
"I have a very busy life online," Shaggy admitted, blushing.
"Wow! I don't think I've ever met a slutty cherry before."
"I was working through stuff, but I think I'm ready for the real thing."
"In your… online exploits. Did you ever do bondage?" Shaggy shook his head. "Want to try it?"
"I don't know abou- about that. But I have choked myself before."
"I can work with that. Do you bite?"
"No. I have friends into that, but I'm not."
"Really?" Hunter asked, raising a brow. "I thought for sure you'd be a biter."
"S-sorry."
"No, it's a good thing. I don't like it, either, but I almost always manage to pick out guys that do. Tell you what, Shaggy. I like you. If you want, we can get out of here, go to my place, and I can ride you all night."
Shaggy stammered, "Lem-lemme tell m-my friend."
"You do that."
Hunter's bed wasn't as soft as his, but that was fine with Shaggy. He was more focused on the other's lips and tongue- oh, god, it was pierced. The metal made him shiver whenever it brushed against his own tongue. Trembling hands struggled with the clasp of Hunter's jeans. The more experienced man seemed amused, chuckling at every noise Shaggy made as he was groped.
Eventually, Hunter sat up and undid the pants himself, removing them and his boxers quickly. Then he slid his hands up under Shaggy's shirt and pulled it off, too.
"Oh, wow," he breathed.
Shaggy blushed and held still as he could while Hunter traced the lines of the tattoo on his chest: the reaper burned into his mind and replicated on his skin, still gripping a lanturn and reaching across his pecs towards something unseen.
"It's beautiful," Hunter said.
Shaggy mumbled noncommittally and reached for Hunter's exposed cock. He moaned at the cold hand rubbing him and kissed Shaggy's forehead, cheek, jaw, neck. He pulled away again and worked Shaggy's pants off. Again, his thumb landed on ink, a paw print on the taller man's hip.
"You have a dog?" he asked breathlessly.
"Scooby."
"Cute."
Hunter kissed the tattoo before moving to Shaggy's hard dick, licking it slowly as Shaggy moaned loudly and grabbed the sheets. He savored the heat, the suction, the pressure of Hunter's hands on his hips to keep him from bucking. And the stud in his tongue! Within seconds, Shaggy could feel his stomach knot.
"Ha-Hunter…"
With his own moan, Hunter swallowed Shaggy's member and sucked hard. Groaning, Shaggy erupted in his mouth. He could feel Hunter warble as he drank the seed. Then he slid up along Shaggy's body and kissed him deeply. He sat up again and reached for the side table.
"Flavored, warming, regular?"
"Huh?"
Hunter chuckled. "Lube? Trust me, you want it."
"Warming?"
"My favorite, too."
Shaggy watched him open and put on a condom before filling his hand with clear goo. He then pushed Shaggy down again, kissing him firmly. After that, Shaggy didn't see so much as feel what was happening. He gasped at a moist finger on his hole, moaning as it slid into him. Shaggy grabbed Hunter's shirt tightly and pulled him down again for another fierce kiss. Hunter laughed breathily and tugged Shaggy's hair.
"Jesus, you're loud," he said.
"S-sorry…"
"No, I like it. Sing for me."