The Creepy Man Hug
“I’m dripping like some kind of weird wet pussy,” R2K said as he squeezed the water and the sweat out of his hair, looking into the camera. Off to the side, Nate shook his head and laughed. He was never ceased to be amused by his band mate’s antics. Nate was dripping wet too. The concert they had just finished performing had been insane. Houston, Texas, in the middle of July. The venue had been sweltering, and gallons of water had been poured out over the crowd as the band poured water bottles on themselves. R2K had been kind of nervous about that—as he was, after all, a robot—but he couldn’t stop Nate from pouring water on him. Soon enough the cameras turned off and left and Nate and R2K were alone. “Where’s everybody else?” R2K asked, looking around.“I think they’re already back on the bus,” Nate said, walking over to the still dripping wet guitarist. “Come on, Randy, let’s go.”“You’re the only one who calls me Randy anymore. How come?” Randy asked, pulling his soaked shirt up over his head. Nate watched as he twisted the shirt in his hands, watching the water and sweat drip down to the ground. He was almost too focused on it. “Nate?” Randy asked, squinting his brown eyes a little as he looked at his lead singer.Nate seemed to snap out of whatever funk he was in and smiled at Randy. “I won’t do it anymore then. Okay, R2K?” They clapped hands and Nate pulled Randy in for a quick hug. A thought popped into R2K’s head, something he had seen Grizzly doing earlier for the cameras. Without really thinking about it, he let his head tilt just a little bit so that his chin was resting against Nate’s neck, and he rubbed it up and down slowly. Nate jumped away, laughing. “Fuck! I hate the Creepy Man Hug!”“You know you love it,” Randy said, adding “dickhead,” before walking away. Nate had to shake his head and laugh again. He followed R2K back through the empty venue toward the back door and the awaiting tour bus. Everyone was gone, even the security guards. Nate wondered what time it was. It had to be late…or early. He looked around, suddenly realizing he had somehow lost R2K. He jumped a little when he felt a pair of arms encircle his waist, and then shivered a little when he felt some familiar chin scruff on his neck. “Our balls are touching,” R2K whispered in his ear, and Nate closed his eyes, his heart pounding at double its normal rate.“No, they’re not. Your dick is in my ass,” Nate whispered, pushing back against R2K. He giggled in Nate’s ear, then pushed himself forward into Nate.“I embrace homosexuality,” R2K said, and Nate laughed, because he had said that countless times before, usually to Grizzly, but never to him. “I really do,” he said, his hands around Nate’s stomach sliding lower. Nate swallowed, his laughing mood gone. R2K pulled his chin back across his neck before resting his lips on the skin his stubble had turned red, softly kissing the shorter man’s neck…his jawbone…before nibbling on his earlobe.“Randy…what are you doing?” Nate breathed, unable to open his eyes. The feeling of R2K’s fingertips on the sensitive skin beneath his hips was nothing short of a pleasurable experience. But still, this was Randy… He had never been in this kind of situation with any man before. A little shiver ran down his spine. R2K pushed his hands a little lower, letting his right hand brush against Nate’s member, still safely tucked in his pants. A small, soft moan escaped Nate’s lips, and R2K smiled to himself.“Do you hate the creepy man hug now?” he whispered, moving his hand up and down slowly. Nate bit his lip, shaking his head from side to side. They were standing the middle of the arena, most of the lights off, and Nate feared they’d be caught, but when he felt himself swelling in his pants, he didn’t care. This was a side he hadn’t seen from R2K before, not his usual weird, fucked up self, and Nate was loving it. He found himself rising up on his tiptoes and letting himself back down slowly, rubbing his backside against R2K’s crotch. He lowered his head and ran his scruff across Nate’s neck again.Nate gritted his teeth together, but managed to gasp, “Keep doing that. It feels so good.” R2K started to undo Nate’s black Dickies with his left hand as he began to suck on the tender flesh of Nate’s neck. Nate squirmed in R2K’s grasp, ready to fall to the floor and do whatever R2K commanded him to do. He had no idea the creepy man hug could be so powerful. He gasped when he felt R2K’s guitar string-callused fingers delve into his open pants, his warm hands on Nate’s hot member. His chest was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, alternating between holding his breath and then desperately gasping for air. The arena was suddenly hot as a volcano again. R2K roughly turned Nate around so that they were face to face. He kissed his lips once, harshly, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, before looking down at Nate’s cock as he jerked him off. “Harder,” Nate hissed, licking his lips and tasting his blood spilt there.R2K ground his hips up against Nate, crushing their erections together. He loved that look on Nate’s face, the agony of being so aroused, the smile of being so pleasured. R2K stopped sliding his hand up and down and took a firm grip on Nate, running his sharp thumbnail up the underside of his cock and up to its head. Nate couldn’t breathe fast enough. R2K’s grip on him was electric, a thunderbolt sent throughout his body. He was literally shaking where he stood. R2K started to move his hand up and down again, faster than before, and Nate’s head fell forward to rest on R2K’s shoulder. He was up on his tiptoes, bucking his hips forward into R2K. This was insane. This was something Nate had never felt before. He came forcefully into R2K’s hands, not a drop spilled on either of their black outfits. Nate was shuddering, an aftershock of his intense orgasm. He let his right hand fall from its grip on R2K’s arm toward his pants, but R2K slapped it away.“No, no…Not now. Later.” He brought one of his hands up to his mouth and inserted his index finger all the way up to his lips, and sucked it clean. Nate watched him do this, intently focused on the action. “Meet me in the bus in about five minutes.” He started to walk away as Nate fumbled to do up his pants. By the time his hands had stopped shaking enough, R2K was gone. Nate walked quickly towards the back door and he could hear the bus running. Everyone else must’ve been waiting for them. Everyone else must’ve known what they were doing… Nate was nervous. He’d never done anything with another man before, but when R2K—when Randy—had touched him like that, had given him the creepy man hug like no one ever had before, something inside him just exploded. No, that wasn’t the right word. Something happened to Nate though, both in his body and his mind. He climbed up into the tour bus and was greeted by the rest of Finch. “Hey, dickhead, what took you so long?” R2K asked. Nate was speechless.“He was probably jerking off or something,” Derek joked. The rest of the band laughed as Nate plopped down on the sofa. He could still feel a blush in his cheeks, and he tried to keep them from growing warmer when R2K caught his eye. He nodded slightly toward the back of the bus before climbing over the laps of his band mates and walking down the hallway. Nate was almost afraid to follow…so he stalled. He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sipped it slowly, his throat still raw from the show. When more than fifteen minutes had passed, he finally thought he was safe to head back with R2K. He put his water back, feigned a yawn, and announced he was going to bed. “Pussy. Stay up and drink with us,” Derek said.“Nah, I’m tired. I’ll see you all in the morning…uh, afternoon.” He closed the door behind him, separating the main room from the bunks. “Randy?” Nate asked quietly, wondering where he was. He gasped when he felt a set of warm fingers wrap around his cold wrist. He looked down and found R2K leaning out of one of the lower bunks, his hair in his eyes, as always.“Come on, get in here with me,” he said, tugging on Nate’s wrist. Biting his lip, he did as he was told, snuggling right up against R2K in the narrow bunk. “Listen, earlier…I could tell you were weirded out. Sorry. It’s just—you’re so beautiful,” he breathed into Nate’s ear. Nate shivered involuntarily. No one had ever called him beautiful before. “If you don’t wanna do anything more with me, cool. I’ll keep my mouth shut. If you do, we can take it nice and slow.”Nate swallowed, the feel of R2K’s breath in his ear and on his neck a new sensation he loved. He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, then said, “How…how slow?”R2K shifted next to him, lowering his head so that his chin was against Nate’s neck. He nuzzled him and Nate shivered again. “We could just sleep together tonight. We don’t even have to touch. Just sleep in here with me.” How could Nate say no to that? “What do you say?”Nate yawned and threw an arm over the guitarist. “Sounds good to me, you creepy man…with your hug.” R2K nuzzled him again, and Nate sighed softly. This felt good. He didn’t have to take it any further with R2K than this if he didn’t feel like it. Just cuddling was enough for him.For now.
