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

by Derrick, Zoey

  “Let’s go to bed,” I whisper between kisses and he smiles at me before heading into the bedroom, leaving me bereft, hornier than I was before the second go around, and my mouth sticky with toothpaste.

  My phone chiming with a text wakes me from a nightmare. I’m still snuggled up under Eric, the way we fell asleep last night, and that brings me great relief. My dream, though nowhere near as violent as the other night, still wasn’t that pleasant and I’m glad to be free of it.

  The text is from Talon, asking if I want to join them in going out. Shortly after I finish reading it, I hear Eric’s phone go off too. I personally don’t want to move. Not from this spot, except I don’t have a choice.

  I carefully untangle myself from Eric and climb out of bed, headed for the bathroom.

  When I come out, Eric’s eyes find mine in a sleepy haze. “Go back to sleep,” I tell him softly as I climb back onto the bed and settle back in his open arms.

  “How’d you sleep?” he asks.

  “Good, still tired though.” I smile as he holds me tighter against his chest. “Talon wants to know if we want to go out with them around town today.”

  “Grrr,” he growls playfully in my ear.

  “My thoughts exactly.” I snuggle into him, unintentionally rubbing up against the erection I feel pressing against my back and his breathing hitches. I smile and wiggle again.

  “I thought you wanted to go back to sleep?” His voice is husky, but playful.

  “I do,” I grind again, “later.”

  He puts his fingers under my chin, turning my head and he leans over me, slanting his lips against mine in a passionate kiss that is heady and makes me feel complete.

  I sigh and he steals his chance, sliding his tongue in along mine and I roll toward him onto my back. He readjusts himself so that he’s lying down a little more and his hand slides down along my neck, between my pecks, over my abs until he finds my dick. Still soft, but waking up. His hand cups my cock and his fingers tickle along my balls. I shiver and my dick starts to harden. He smiles, pulling back from our kiss to look me in the eyes.

  I smile as he starts to gently stroke my cock as it hardens and lengthens. “The advantage of sleeping naked,” he smirks before he disappears under the covers, pushing them up so that I can’t see what he’s about to do.

  All I feel is his hot breath caressing my cock.

  His tongue jets out in various spots along my pelvis. Licking, then kissing, sometimes nibbling into my flesh and I groan. Not seeing him is torture, but it’s almost like closing your eyes. I have no choice but to focus on the sensations he’s providing for me to feel and savor.

  He pushes my leg up and out, then slides his hand up, along my thigh toward what I so desperately want him to grab on to, but he doesn’t. Instead he traces his fingers around my pelvis, from one hip to the other. It almost tickles and I squirm. “Stop that,” I scold him, but it only makes it worse. He rolls himself over my other leg, planting himself in the space he’s made. His hands slide up my thighs, over my hips, and yet he hasn’t touched me. I can see a wet spot forming on the sheet as my cock twitches with the release of pre-cum.

  His hands continue to trail over my body, working their way higher, peeking out from the sheets to graze my nipples, and tug on their rings. I arch my back as pleasure overcomes every other sensation in my body the moment his tongue finally glides from base to tip of my cock. His tongue flicks against my barbell, bringing new pleasure and that small twinge of pain that comes with tugging on it. It’s not really painful, it’s simply a sensation that isn’t soft and it never fails to bring me to new heights.

  His nails glide down my chest, not scratching or painful, just sending goosebumps all over my skin. I shudder and he sucks my cock into his mouth. “Oh god,” I groan as his tongue lavishes me. His mouth is hot, wet and it feels sensational along my overly sensitive erection.

  His hands move further south. I feel one of his fingers tickle along that sensitive spot just under my sack and I nearly explode in his mouth.

  He senses this because he slows down his ministrations, bringing me back level and out of the danger zone of coming. But he doesn’t keep me there long.

  When his hand returns, it is toying with the tight ring of my entrance. Only playfully, but the intention is there and I grip the sheets. “Don’t stop,” I say softly and he doesn’t. His mouth slides up and down my cock, my hips thrust gently with him, bringing my orgasm to the surface and I put my hand on his head, stilling him. “I’m gonna come,” I tell him and he settles back down, pulling his hand away from my hole and his mouth stills, wrapped around the crown of my cock and he sucks gently on it. I shudder. “Jesus,” I groan. “That…wow,” I breathe out and I feel his lips stretch in a smile but he doesn’t stop sucking me. His tongue dances over my piercing. I could come just from what he’s doing right now.

  AFTER a few more sucks and licks, he slips, letting my cock fall from his mouth in an audible pop before he starts kissing his way up my abs, to my chest until he is free of the blanket. I smile when he breaks free. His hair is a wild mess of bright color against the white sheet and I reach up, smoothing it down and take his face in my hands, bringing him to my lips and I kiss him, hard.

  He groans into my mouth and his hips grind against mine. Our cocks are pinned between us, the friction is enough to bring back the spark of orgasm. I pull back from kissing him to look in his eyes. They are heavy with lust, need and love. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of telling you that I love you,” he whispers as he presses his forehead against mine. He grinds his hips against me, bringing back the pleasure once more. Though I wish he’d take me again, like he did yesterday, I’m sore and I think he knows that.

  His hips flex and grind again and he rears up, pressing his hips against mine and I look down our bodies. Side by side. “Do that thing…like the other day,” I plead.

  His eyes meet mine, he’s concerned, I am too a little bit, but I nod, encouraging him. “Please?” I ask softly and he leans up and settles himself on his knees, our cocks rubbing together. He gathers both of them in his meaty palm and strokes upward.

  My eyes roll up, feeling the friction of our cocks rubbing together and the motion of his hand, and he continues doing just that. The pleasure I thought I was feeling earlier triples and grows hotter and more intense the longer his hand strokes our cocks together. I try my best to watch him, but the pleasure is so intense my eyes can’t stay open, even in an attempt to savor the sensation.

  He keeps going, my hips grinding upward and his into mine. He adds his other hand, wrapping up both of us between them as we both thrust in and out of his hand, our motions are opposite, his down to my up, and it creates more friction, our barbells clicking, the tugging and…”Ahh!” I cry out as he moans. “I’m, oh fuck.” My orgasm erupts from me in a garbled mess of panting and moaning, his own orgasm matches mine and then he takes my cock into his hand, stroking out my orgasm and I can feel us both emptying, this time, all onto my stomach.

  I swallow and shake my head. “No,” I cry out, but his hand never leaves mine as he moves quickly, leaning down and…I open my eyes to see him, a satisfied smile on his face as his tongue strokes along my stomach, licking up our combined essence. “Oh god that…fuck me, that’s hot,” I breathe. The sludge disappears a little more with each lick, as each little drop disappears into his mouth.

  I sigh in relief when it’s been cleaned up. Eric has a smirk of satisfaction on his face. “What?” I ask him playfully.

  “I didn’t have a towel, so.” He finds another little drop, up near my shoulder and licks it up to finish his sentence.

  “Good god, how far…”

  He laughs, “I think there is one on the pillow above your head, though I’m pretty sure that last one was mine.”

  I laugh, “Are they that distinctive?”

  “Yeah, I like the taste of yours,” he teases with a chuckle and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down onto me and hold
ing him close. He laughs a little harder and rolls over, pulling me with him.

  I extract my arms from around his neck and I push myself up, looking at him. “I don’t think I will ever get tired of hearing you tell me you love me,” I whisper his words from earlier back to him and his hands stroke up along my back, comforting me.

  “Good, because I love you, Calvin,” he tells me in a voice dripping with love and sincerity. It sends warmth flowing in my veins and my heart rate picks up a little more.

  “I love you, Eric,” I breathe and he wraps his arms around me, bringing me down to kiss him, hard and heavy.

  We spent the rest of that day in bed. Ordering room service for breakfast, then eventually turning the TV into the bedroom and we ate junk food all damn day. That day quickly rose to the top of my ‘best days ever’ list. Though that list contains days that involve Calvin, literally not much more.

  The next day, we went out sightseeing in Seattle. We went to the Space Needle and then down into Pike’s Market where we walked around and watched the fish guys. Watching them reminded me a lot of the band and how we all function well together. Working as a team when needed, but at the end of the day, we could all go home to be ourselves.

  Jessica had left me a message that I never did check. At least not until after the Seattle show where everything went to hell in a hand basket. Had I checked it, I may have been able to warn the security team, but then again, the message left a lot to be desired on the details front. Jess had called to warn me that Sam had run off somewhere and she didn’t know where that somewhere was and she was concerned that it might have something to do with Dex. In the end, all any of us would have been able to do is speculate further about where Sam really went.

  That didn’t stop the guilt though. Raine was attacked by Sam, well more so some guy from her past, but Sam was the mastermind behind the whole scheme. Lucky for Dex’s instinct and an amazing crew, we’d been able to find her.

  I did eventually tell Mills about the voicemail, but he’d said that they were already on alert because of some calls that Raine had received. The message, which he listened to and promptly deleted for me, was too vague to know if she knew anything further and she’d never called again. Mills reassured me that they’d done everything they could within their protocols, but it still happened anyway. When he’d told me that, I knew he was riddled with guilt over what happened too.

  With what happened, I didn’t get all the gory details, it brought our family together, proving we really are more than just friends. We’d done everything we could to protect what is ours.

  Dex’s drums got trashed, though the chick was either extremely smart or beyond stupid. Though she’d spray painted them, she punctured the heads of some of his set which are easily replaced. He’d still have to play Portland and more than likely, Los Angeles with spray painted drums. In the end, Raine was physically okay, and though I wonder about her mentally, Dex seemed to think that with time, it would all get better.

  We moved on to Portland after that and then we finally ended up home in Los Angeles - where we are now. Calvin and I have made great strides in our relationship since our time in Seattle. Though I can’t say he’s episode free, he’s certainly getting better about it. Public displays seem to be the only thing standing between us.

  We have two more shows to do and we can call this tour done, and we’re all pretty fucking happy about that. In fact, we all pretty much jumped off the bus in favor of cars and homes. The shows are tomorrow and the day after, so we have a little bit of time to relax, get unpacked and whatnot.

  “Where are you going?” I ask Cal, who’s driving his car - we’d taken it to the airport when we left for Denver, when I realize we’re not headed toward my house.

  He looks over at me and smirks, “Home.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him and remind him, “My house is the other direction.”

  He laughs, “Well, I haven’t been able to be with you since Seattle, so I’m taking you to the closest place I can think of, my house.”

  I smile wider. “Miss me that much, do you?”

  He looks at me as he comes to a stop at a light, his eyes narrow, peering at me. “You have no idea.”

  “Well, onward, Romeo,” I tease him and when the light changes, he floors it and I burst out laughing. “Easy there, cowboy, you get a speeding ticket and it’s going to take us twice as long to get there.”

  He chuckles and settles down on the race car driving.

  About fifteen minutes later, we’re pulling into the underground garage of his building and parking in his stall. When we climb out, he says, “Let’s just grab what we can now, we can come back down later.”

  I give him a mischievous smirk. “Who says I’m going to let you up later?”

  He laughs and starts to pull his guitars and my two basses from the back seat. I take his guitars and gently place them over his head, giving him a chaste kiss and a taste of what’s to come upstairs and he smiles. That is the first time, outside of the bus when we knew no one was around, that he’s actually accepted a kiss from me. It makes me smile a little more. Progress, one step at a time.

  As we finished grabbing the rest of our gear, I get to thinking about his progress and I’m nothing short of amazed at how well he’s managed to put his mind in a different place, letting his heart rule him, more than the demons in his mind. But I worry that it’s temporary and while I should be giving him the benefit of the doubt, I can’t help it.

  When Calvin snaps, it’s not pretty and I’m more concerned about the emotional state he’ll be in than anything if it does happen again.

  As we ride up in the elevator, we’re both exchanging glances, torturous ones at that, and time seems to move at a crawl and so does the elevator. My cock hardens in my jeans, desperate to be free of its confinement and into Calvin’s warm, wet mouth. My jaw falls slack as the vision consumes me and I can’t help the shiver that slides up my spine in excitement.

  “I love it when you start thinking about me like that,” he chuckles.

  “Like what?” I tease back as the elevator finally chimes with his floor.

  “Uh huh, keep telling yourself that you ain’t thinking about me sucking your cock.”

  My eyes widen, how…ah forget it, I go back to thinking about his mouth wrapped around my cock as he leads me down the hallway toward his apartment door.

  OPENING the door to my apartment is proving more difficult than I’d intended it to be. Excitement is coursing through my veins knowing that I will be alone with Eric in just a few brief moments. Finally it unlocks and I kick it open.

  I guess I should be happy that my brothers, Talon and Dex, were occupied with their own significant others, giving Eric and I time to talk when we’d get back on board the bus after a show, but we never really got to take it very far. Though I did sneak into the shower with him one night.

  As soon as we’re inside, I immediately start to pull off a guitar from my back. From the corner of my eye, I catch Eric doing the same. Watching him hustle through it puts me into motion, propping them on their stand. I grab my two spare stands, the guitars are in my spare room, and set them out for him to put his on. He does and no sooner is he free than he turns on me, pressing against me, holding me to him. His mouth comes to mine in a hot, desperate kiss and I melt into his hold.

  He holds me tighter as he licks my lips, coaxing me to open for him and I smile, kissing him back and giving him the access he wants. I shiver, but something doesn’t feel right, I feel…the memory of when I told him about all this slides back into my mind and I remember kissing him while we were…

  I wrench myself out of his hold and swallow hard. “Oh god.” My voice is strained, not understanding why I’m reacting like this, reacting this way to him all of a sudden. I swallow again as I gasp for air and clutch my knees to keep from passing out.

  “What did I do?” he asks in a desperate attempt to understand.

  I shake my head. “I don’t, I don’t know,�
�� I tell him between pants. He kneels down in front of me.

  “Talk to me, Cal, tell me what’s wrong.”

  I shake my head. “I honestly don’t know. I just, I feel all discombobulated, like my body and my mind are not on the same page and I,” I attempt to take a deep breath. “Just give me a minute, please?” I ask him.

  He nods before standing up, putting some distance between us, and he falls out of my line of sight.

  Seeing him disappear settles me, but it settles me for the wrong reasons. Disappointment runs hot and heavy through my heart and I hate it that I did this to him, tonight, after things finally seemed to be falling into place. “Eric?” I shout, calling him back to me.

  “Yeah,” he says from behind me.

  “Come here?” I ask, taking a few deep breaths and it’s helping to bring me back. I can finally stand back up. When I do, he’s a couple feet away from me, giving me space, giving me a chance to right myself. “It’s a memory,” I tell him softly. “I didn’t realize it at first, but… that night, the one where I told you?”

  I watch as he works through his own memory banks and then the light bulb clicks on. “Oh, oh!” He kind of gives me that funny face.

  “That night I got worked up, remember, here, in this room. I guess I never thought…I didn’t know that memories like that would trigger me,” I tell him, my heart breaking knowing that I’m hurting him with my issues, but in the same, he seems to understand.

  What he says next solidifies it. “Your bedroom?”

  I shrug. “We can try.” But my hesitation is enough to anger him.

  “Well, then we can very well go back to my place too,” he huffs.