Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles)

by Derrick, Zoey

  “Calvin, if I have to deal with this after having sex with you for the rest of my life, I will gladly deal with it if it means I can be with you,” he tells me. His voice is sincere and the love I feel when I’m around him and that I feel for him is reflected back at me.

  I give him a half smile. “I don’t want to keep doing this, but…for the first time in my life, Eric, I…I feel normal, I feel happy, blissed out, at peace. I feel so much right this moment that I don’t even have the words for it. That, that was pure magic,” I tell him and I watch as a smile spreads across his face and his eyes light up.

  “Really?” he asks and I nod. He leans in to kiss me and I turn my head. “Hey,” he grumbles.

  “Dude, I just threw up, you don’t want to kiss me,” I laugh.

  He joins in and stands up. “Come on, let’s get your stuff and,” he wraps his arms around me, “Take a shower with me?”

  I kiss his shoulder. “I’d love that,” I tell him and he kisses my forehead before letting me go and leaving the bathroom.

  I step into the shower, turning the knob and adjusting it as the water warms up and Eric comes back, one of my bags in his hand. The one I usually keep all my bathroom crap in and he sets it on the sink before coming over and wrapping his arms around me while I finish with the shower.

  I turn in his arms and kiss along his jaw, up to his ear and down along his neck. “Brush your teeth,” he growls at me and I smirk, nipping at his chin before releasing him. He lets me go so I can go to the sink.

  When I start brushing my teeth, he is standing behind me, watching me. “What?” I say with toothpaste covered lips and my toothbrush still in my mouth.

  He chuckles. “Nothing. Who knew something so mundane and every day could be so sexy?”

  I laugh and spit toothpaste from my mouth and clean myself up before I turn around and I barely get there when his lips land on mine. I chuckle again as he kisses me hard.

  I wrap my fingers in his hair and hold him to me as he continues kissing me like nothing I’ve ever had from him before and it steals my breath.

  During our shower, Eric washed me. It was sweet and unexpected. You know, I never saw myself as the receiving type of person, but with Eric it just comes naturally to me. He’s like a big-ass teddy bear who you just want to snuggle next to all night, which I get to do.

  When we got out, I dressed in some sweatpants and a tank top. We both decided that we just wanted to stay in and order room service and watch some TV or whatever strikes our fancy and I’m good with that. Sure, I like to drink and go out and party and have a great time, but for the first time in my life, hanging out with him sounds like more fun.

  “What do you want to eat?” Eric asks as he hands me the hotel binder.

  “You,” I tease him and he blushes a little.

  “For dinner? Hmmm, protein? Might work.” He smirks. “Pick something.”

  “Yes, sir,” I tease him and he gives me a Cheshire grin. “Oh no, don’t you dare get used to that,” I tell him and he laughs.

  “I won’t. It’s kind of weird.” He gives me a scrunched up look that makes me smile. He looks so young and innocent when he does that and given what we were doing an hour ago, I know that’s far from the reality.

  I take a few minutes to look over the menu while Eric gets comfortable on the couch. I tell him what I want and he picks up the hotel phone and places our order while I snuggle into him on the couch. We flip through the pay-per-view movies and settle on some comedy. I didn’t really pay much attention. I was too absorbed in being snuggled up to him, we could have watched Titanic for all I cared in that moment.

  When our food arrived, we ate, or rather scarfed down our food. I didn’t realize until the food was right in front me just how hungry I was. Staying in was an odd novelty for me because usually when we’re on the road, we’re always out and about, but by the looks of things, no one was heading out for the night.

  I snort.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “Have you ever thought about how much has changed since we started this tour?” I ask him, still smiling from my snort.

  “No, not really, why?”

  “Well, think about it. We’re pent up in a hotel.”

  “Better than the bus,” he mumbles.

  “True, but we’re not the only ones staying in tonight. No one seems to be going out. Dex is wrapped up in Raine, and I’m pretty sure the same goes for Talon, Kyle and Addison.”

  “But it’s been that way since New York.”

  “True, but now we’re included in that list. Rather than hitting some bar somewhere in a new city, we are sitting here, finishing dinner with no plans of going out,” I tell him.

  “Do you want to go out?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

  I shake my head back and forth with gusto and he laughs. “I just think it’s kind of weird how much one little tour has changed all of us in ways we would have called someone crazy for before we started.”

  “Huh, you’re absolutely right. But it’s also probably a good thing. I mean, if you think about it, we’ve all grown up a lot on this tour.”

  He frowns at me. “What?” I ask.

  “Well, I guess we all always knew that eventually we’d settle down with someone.” I snort because I hadn’t thought about it until I made the decision to get over my fears of being with Eric, to work at this. “Okay, most of us,” he corrects with a snicker.

  His cell phone rings then, ending our conversation and he looks at it, frowns and puts it down, “You’re not gonna answer that?”

  “It’s Jess.”

  I shrug. “When was the last time you talked to her? Answer it, I don’t mind.”

  He continues to ignore it. “Nah, come here,” he says and I crawl back up on the couch and snuggle into him. He wraps his arm around me protectively before kissing my forehead. “She’ll leave a voicemail if it’s important,” he says before turning the movie back on. I smile. Feeling warm and protected is something he has no problem doing for me. He makes me feel like I can conquer anything, regardless of what it is life has to throw at me, no matter what demons I may possess, he’s going to deal with me as I am.

  “I love you,” I whisper and his hand comes up to my chin, lifting my head so that I can see him.

  “I love you,” he breathes before claiming my lips in a soft, sensual kiss that quickly turns me on, driving me toward the desire of being back in the bedroom with him. Only this time, it’s my turn to claim him.

  CALVIN shifts, climbing on top of me, and taking the lead. His tongue slides in wet and hungry alongside mine. My body comes alive remembering what happened only a couple of hours ago. The desperate need I felt then resurfaces now, with a vengeance, and I can barely breathe.

  He presses into me, pushing my shoulders back against the couch and I moan into his mouth. His aggression is a major turn on for me. Why, I haven’t a clue. His hands slide up, along my stomach, toward my chest, bringing my shirt along for the ride. Feeling it tug against my back, I lean forward, giving him the access I know he needs. He takes it. Pulling back from the kiss long enough to toss my shirt on the floor, his lips land back on mine the second we can make contact. His hands push back on my shoulders and he straddles me.

  My cock is hard as a rock and I grind my hips against his and his breathing hitches as the pleasure rocks through him. My pleasure is intensified further by his kiss. He’s left me at a disadvantage, holding down my shoulders, then he slides his hands along my arms until he finds my hands. He pulls back on the kiss, teasing my lips with his tongue. I groan as he takes my hands in his, pulling them up until he is pressing them against the couch. His fingers interlock with mine and I thrust my hips at him one more time.

  I pull back. His eyelids are heavy with lust. His breathing is just as erratic as mine is. He presses his forehead against mine and I tease him a little with my tongue, licking at his lips and he smiles. “It’s my turn,” he breathes and I shudder. I know what he is referrin
g to and I bite back the urge to tease him about it. Though he seems okay, I don’t want to push the envelope and push him over the edge that I know we’re balancing on.

  “I’m here,” I tell him, encouraging him to take the lead, take control, take what he needs or wants from me.

  He pulls back, a smile still on his lips as he maneuvers off of me, standing between my legs, pulling one hand with him, encouraging me to stand up. As I do, my phone vibrates with a voicemail, but I ignore it as I follow him back into the bedroom of the suite we share.

  He turns us both, putting me between him and the bed and he gently knocks me over. I pull him down with me and he slides in on top of me. He brushes the crazy hair from my face and he smiles before his lips slant over mine once more.

  I can’t stop my hands from roaming along his body. Feeling the contours of the muscles of his stomach. God, you’d never know it by looking at him, but all the time he spends in the gym has paid off. He’s ripped, and it makes me drool to see him completely naked, which becomes a mindless goal as I pull his shirt up.

  He pulls back, sitting up so that I can remove it and the pause is only that long before his lips are back on mine. Though chaste.

  He starts kissing along my jaw, up toward my ear, and I turn my head, giving him access and catch a glimpse of us in the bathroom mirror. “Oh fuck,” I moan as his tongue darts out, trailing along my neck, to the hollow between my shoulders. I can’t take my eyes off of him in the mirror. Giving me a new angle to see him. I shiver when he slides further down my chest, toward my nipples. He nips at one then kisses and bites his way down my stomach. My cock is standing straight out, compliments of sweatpants, there’s nothing to hold him down. Calvin seizes his opportunity and nips at the head of my cock through my pants and I jump and my dick pulses harder for a moment before settling back down, but not before Calvin blows a huff of hot air across it. The warmth makes me shiver at the cool air that surrounds me and his hands grip me by the waistband.

  He starts to tug downward and I lift my hips, giving him easier access to shed what’s in his way. Sans boxer briefs, my cock is immediately exposed and is sucked into his mouth, hard and fast. “Oh fuck!” I cry out and I slide a hand into his hair. Not meaning to guide, just simply a gesture of ‘I’m with you’. I see him smile around my dick before licking at the tip, then sliding down to the base and back up.

  Pleasure soars. My need for him grows hotter and more desperate with each pass up and down my erection. Then he takes me hard and deep into his mouth and I shudder, biting my tongue, holding back the impending orgasm that is likely to happen if he keeps this up. “Calvin,” I practically whine and he smirks, lifting his head from my cock. “I want you to take me,” I tell him and he gets a little mischievous grin on his face.

  “Paybacks suck, don’t they?”

  I chuckle. “Yes, they do, and damn, are they amazing.” I wink at him and he blushes. I adore watching him blush. I love watching him come alive under my gentle compliments. It’s like a reassurance to him that yes, this is what he wants and no, nothing will stand in his way. Not his past, not his future, not even a Mack truck could stop him right now and I love that.

  “Flip over.” His voice is commanding. The way he gets when he’s trying to maintain control of the situation so that he doesn’t lose himself in the past. But there are no shadows marking his features, not tonight. He wants this as much as, if not more than, I do and I am willing to take whatever he has to throw at me. I pray that all is okay in the end.

  I flip over as he’s asked and he helps guide my hips up as he settles between my legs. I grab for one of the towels still on the bed and put it beneath me when he grabs the condom strip and the lube from my other side.

  I don’t know why I never bothered to clean it up. Maybe I was secretly hoping for this, but I certainly didn’t expect it.

  Following my lead from earlier, I hear him rip open the packet and I can’t help the shiver of excitement that slides up my spine when I hear the cap of the gel pop open. Using what I did to him, he proves that despite the concerns he may have had at this time before, he really was paying attention. I, on the other hand, was too focused on the goal and the prize waiting for me on the other side to realize he was taking notes. That thought makes me smile.

  I jump when the cold lube hits me at my entrance, but he warms it quickly by spreading it around and I bury my head in the mattress, looking for some place to channel my need to cry out. My cock jumps as he starts to push one finger inside. Though I’ve never actually taken a man like this before, it doesn’t mean I haven’t tried certain things on my own. His finger starts to slide in and out of me, the pad dragging along that glorious spot that makes my eyes roll up into my head and he doesn’t stop for a few more strokes. When he does, it’s only to add another finger. First the second, and then the third.

  I’m so close to the point of exploding that I can’t bring myself to grab hold of my cock. This has got to last and it has to last long enough for him to get off too.

  “Fuck,” I groan as his fingers begin working in and out of me faster and a little bit harder. My back arches up and then down as I adjust to the pain turned pleasure from his penetration.

  A few more motions in and out and he stops, slowly extracting his fingers. He pops the cap on the lube once more, adding some to my entrance and the condom he’s wearing.

  Everything tightens and then relaxes, desperate for this to happen.

  I line the head of my cock up with Eric’s entrance, knowing now just how tight it was, I know that I need to do this slow.

  I paid attention because I was determined, at some point, to return the favor.

  When I push in he moans and I watch as his hands grip into the sheets on the bed. “Fuck,” I murmur. He’s so fucking tight, no wonder it felt so good before. I knew that if pleasure that great were possible, I owed it to him to show him the same.

  I push in a little farther until I feel the head of my cock crest that tight ring and then I start making little thrusts in and out. I can see his hands gradually releasing the covers and as his back arches downward, giving me a newer, tighter angle, the pleasure starts to take over. “Oh god,” he moans as I push in a little farther and a little farther with each inward thrust.

  I clean off my other hand so that I can run it along his back and grab hold of his hip, just as I bottom out inside. “Fuck me,” I groan as I feel him tighten down on me and release me. Jesus, that has to be the hardest, hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life and I tremble behind him.

  I take his hips in both hands, guiding him forward and backward along my cock, encouraging to help me go at a pace that he’s comfortable with. He was so gentle with me and I know that a little too much and it could hurt like hell. He moans and increases his pace. I feel my toes curl and pleasure racks through my body and my eyes roll up. I start to match his motion, meeting his backward thrusts with my forward thrusts, finding a rhythm that works, nice and even. Not really slow, but steady.

  I release his hips and slide my hands up his back and he arches into my touch. I reach into his hair, roughly grabbing hold of it and lifting his head up. He takes my guidance and adjusts himself so that I can kiss him. He’s looking over his shoulder at me, but he manages to slide his tongue along mine. Sending new waves of pleasure through me and I can feel his own pleasure in his thrusting, back and forth. I stutter just a bit when the pleasure becomes too much and I pull back from the kiss.

  My own pleasure skyrockets when he takes his cock in his hand. I want to do that for him. He doesn’t seem to mind as the pleasure becomes so intense for him that there is a constant stream of grunts and moans rolling off his tongue.

  My own pleasure sparks to a new level. Drawing me ever closer. I take his hips back into my hands and hold him steady while I push harder into him. He cries out and I repeat it again. His moaning gets a little louder and the stroking of his cock has grown feverish. “Calvin,” he cries out. He’s so close.

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p; I feel my balls shrink and tighten before fireworks of pleasure ignite all over my body and I explode inside of him. The pleasure is so intense that my body is shaking uncontrollably, matched only by him as his orgasm takes him, spilling him over the edge in a strained cry of my name.

  My stomach pitches and rolls.

  I swallow hard, once, twice.

  I can feel the cold sweat building on my forehead and I slow my pace, allowing my orgasm to try and pull me back to where I am, here with Eric. Giving him what he gave me earlier.

  I swallow again and still, but only for a heartbeat before realizing I need to pull out of him, quickly but yet as painlessly as possible.

  I pull back, inch by inch and he leans forward, pulling himself to the end of my cock before all that is left is the head. I extract it slowly. This is his quiet way of telling me that he knows what’s about to happen.

  The sweat gathering on my forehead drips down, catching him on his asscheek, and I’m free. Despite my best efforts to tame the beast inside me, I race into the bathroom.

  My mind is blank, no thoughts, at least not dark thoughts, but I still cannot control the urge to vomit. Eric isn’t deterred, in fact, he readies my toothbrush for me.

  “Thanks,” I tell him before taking it from him and putting it into my mouth with a small smile.

  He smiles back. “Anytime,” he says and I look into the mirror, he’s watching me again and I find it rather comforting. Though this time, before I even get the toothpaste off my lips, he’s kissing me, fast and furious. Though it only lasts for a moment or two, it’s enough to awaken the desire in me once again.