Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles) (39 page)

“It was Raine, by the way.”
 

He cocks his head at me in confusion. “For what?”
 

“Who knew we were in the bathroom together last night.”
 

“How?” he breathes and I smile.
 

“She came around the corner, just as you went inside. She put two and two together that it was me in the shower.”
 

“She didn’t tell-” I shake my head before he can finish his question. “Thank god.”
 

“Why does Dex knowing bother you so much?”
 

He shrugs. “I don’t know, because he’s Dex and probably the last straight one among us. His ribbing gets annoying and I’m afraid of what it will become if he knows.”
 

“How about you flip that around and think about how it will be the longer we keep it from him? He’s already figured it out.”
 

“So let him keep guessing for a little while longer.” He snorts. “In a way, it’s payback.”
 

I laugh too and concede, “Good point.”
 

After our talk, we proceed to pack up our stuff and we pull up to the hotel about the time we finish up. Excitement and nerves run rampant through me as we draw ever closer to getting our room keys. It’s like going on a first date, almost, or at least the date you just know something is going to happen for the first time. Anticipation is now killing me. “Hurry up, Mills,” I grumble.
 

“What’s the rush?” Dex says behind me with Raine in tow and bags slung over their shoulders.
 

“Just tired of being pent up,” I say.

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but decides to leave it alone, wise move. Raine just smiles at me as she passes. I smile back, letting her know that all is good.
 

Finally Mills hits the steps, Rusty in tow. “Here you go, guys. We’re up on the twelfth. We have the entire floor and it is key card access only.”
 

“Nice,” Dex says and I have to agree.
 

Mills hands him and Raine their keys then turns to me and hands me our keys. I am way too eager to get off of the bus and I hear Calvin laugh behind me. I don’t care. I never thought I would hate being cooped up on that thing, but today, I definitely do.
 

Climbing off, Beck and Casey are pulling suitcases from underneath. “You guys going out later?” Casey asks just as Calvin comes off of the bus.
 

“I doubt it,” Calvin says. “I didn’t sleep well on the bus. Take a load off, Casey.”
 

“Yeah?” There is some excitement in Casey’s voice.
 

“Yeah, we’re good.”
 

“Sweet, thanks.”
 

I raise an eyebrow at him. “Hot date tonight?” I ask, totally teasing and he blushes a little bit. “Whoa, Casey’s got a girl in Seattle?” I ask.
 

He blushes, but never confirms directly, and I grab my other bass and add it to my back with the other one, then grab both my suitcases. I turn to see Calvin doing the same. Fuck me, he is so sexy like that. I shiver, excitement running wild once again as he picks up his suitcases.
 

Casey and Beck start bickering about something but nothing else matters, or exists, anymore. All I see is Calvin and all I want to do is get in that fucking elevator and into our room.
 

“Ready?” He looks up at me and suddenly I’m back to being nervous.
 

I nod. He takes the lead into the hotel, toward the elevators that will take us up to our room. Each step that draws me in closer to the elevator and to privacy feels like I’m walking on hotter coals, each step burning just a little more the closer I get.
 

Dex and Raine snag an elevator as soon as they hit the button. I notice Calvin’s pace slows down ahead of me, and I wonder if it’s his own nerves getting the better of him, until Dex and Raine’s elevator doors close and he picks his pace back up.
 

Oh, I see how this is going to go. Alone in an elevator…

CALVIN hits the up button just as I enter the elevator bay. He has his keycard in hand, ready when one shows up. His eagerness seems to match mine. This is almost better than foreplay. No, this is foreplay. It’s that race to be alone, no matter who gets in our way, or how many people step onto the elevator with us. I can already feel the tension and excitement mounting between us.
 

He gives me a sideways look, one that says I’m looking at you, but I’m trying really hard not to and I smile. He blushes.
 

The ping makes us jump. I turn around and see that we’re the only ones here waiting and there are a couple of people that step off, talking about something as I usher Calvin in. He smirks at me and steps inside, turning to put his keycard in the slot and pressing twelve followed by ‘door close’.

I’m blocking his escape, standing just inside the door as the doors draw closed. The clash and click is my key to move. I push in on Calvin and his eyes meet mine. There’s no fear, no hesitation, nothing. I drop my bags in favor of his head, cradling it in my palms as if it is the most precious glass imaginable. “Kiss me, you idiot,” he breathes and that’s the only invitation I need and I slant my lips over his.
 

My heart starts to pound, sending blood rushing through my ears. I lick at his lip, this time it’s my turn to coax him open and he does in a rush of air as he catches his breath. I slide my tongue in along his as the elevator beeps for the fifth time, the sixth. Fuck it, I don’t care. I press into him, holding him against the wall, not pressing too hard because he’s strapped with gear, but enough to remind him that I’m here.
 

My breathing goes ragged, fighting for air, but I don’t care. Beep number ten, but he’s not pulling back, I do. “I’ve waited a long time for this,” I whisper and kiss him one more time as the elevator slows. Straightening, I lean down and grab my bags. Glancing at Calvin, his lips are pink, his cheeks flush and a very satisfied smile plays on his lips in a way that makes me want to kiss him again.
 

The doors open and Tori is standing just outside the elevator as we step out. She smiles and I suddenly feel like the kid who’s just been busted in the candy jar. I blush without preamble and quickly move toward our room. Finding it about halfway down, I set my bags down and pull the keycard from my pocket and unlock it. Everything now seems in slow motion. Everything seems like it is all about to come to a head. Everything that I have hoped for over the last decade is about to come to fruition and my hands are shaking.
 

It takes me three times with the keycard before I finally get it to open. I push it open and hold it for Calvin to pull his gear inside. Once he’s in, I grab mine and follow him in. It’s a suite. We’ve entered a little living area with a couch and all that good stuff. I finally catch a glimpse of Cal who is staring through a set of French doors with his jaw hanging open.
 

“What? What’s wrong?” I move to stand next to him, looking into the bedroom. “Oh.”

“You didn’t-?”
 

“No, I didn’t say anything.” It’s true, I didn’t. I hadn’t really had time. “Could Mills have mixed up the keys?”
 

He shakes his head. “Dex would have been in the hallway demanding our keys.”
 

“Are you okay with this?” I ask.
 

He nods and I drop the bags in my hands once again, abandoning them in favor of Calvin who is still holding his. I take them from him, moving them out of my way before he turns on me, pushing me back against the door we just came in, but he stops, reaching for my top strap to remove bass one from my back. I smile, helping him with first one, then the other and I in turn do the same for him, laying them on the floor, out of the way. No time to set up stands. As soon as we’re free of our hindrances, Cal pushes me against the door, pressing into me, his hands gliding up my stomach to my chest and finally latching onto my neck and pulling me down to him.
 

“I’m sorry it’s taken so long,” he breathes. “But your wait is over.”
 

He slams his lips against mine. My head spins, my body comes alive with desire and desperate need. My hands go to his waist, pulling up his shirt, needing to see him completely and he releases my neck long enough for me to toss his shirt aside before claiming my lips once again, his tongue flicking against mine, dancing. His hands go to the hem of my shirt, lifting, pulling it over my head. In a tangle of shirt, hands and arms, we finally free it.
 

As soon as I’m topless, his hands glide upward along my abs, toward my pecks, flicking a nail across each nipple as he does. I moan and my body shudders under his aggressive touch. He rakes his nails down my chest and I cry out, tossing my head back against the door, my breathing coming in short gasps. My cock is as hard as titanium. Poised and ready for whatever he can throw at me.
 

When his hands reach my waist, he quickly undoes my belt and then the buttons on my fly, ripping them open. He wastes no time sliding his hand inside and taking hold of my cock. I moan and my eyes roll up as he strokes up and down the base of the shaft. Sending tiny waves of pleasure soaring through my body. Everything comes alive.
 

I slide my hands down his chest, careful to give each of his nipple rings a tug and twist. Watching his vision blur and lust overcome him in the blink of an eye is a very heady thing to experience and it spurs me to undo his pants and repay the favor of stroking and playing with his cock while he plays with mine.
 

However, this time, it is my turn. Before I touch his cock, I grab his shoulders, turning him, pressing him against the door and he writhes against it. His hand squeezes tighter then releases over and over again as I slide my thumbs into the band of his jeans, pushing them down. Our eyes meet and I push a little more. He nods slightly to encourage me. I pull his hand from my jeans and he pouts. I smirk and lower myself to the floor on my knees, taking his jeans with me and his cock springs free.
 

I lick my lips and look up to him, seeking reassurance that he’s still okay and his hand slides into my hair, pulling the tie free and then he fists my hair in his hand. He uses my hair to pull me toward him and that is all the answer I need.
 

My tongue darts out and his cock jumps. I take it in my hand and stroke upward gently, watching his face as pleasure rolls through him, taking him to a new height. I wrap my lips around his head, flicking my tongue against his piercing before sucking him into my mouth.
 

“Ahh, fuck,” he cries out and I watch everything I’ve ever hoped for fall into place.