Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles) (40 page)

FUCK, his mouth feels so amazing.
 

I shudder, my hand in his hair grips tighter as he continues to lick, stroke and suck his way up and down my cock. I groan and his eyes meet mine just before he flicks his tongue in a way that should be illegal and my eyes roll back into my head. I’ve been eager before, been so high strung that I can barely control myself, but this…this takes the fucking cake. This is years of desire, years of wanting and needing, all coming to pass as Eric lavishes my cock with his mouth. He’s doing a great job of bringing me to the brink, but then backing off enough that I’m forced to settle back down.
 

He knows what he’s doing, fuck me, he’s so goddamn good at this. “Don’t stop,” I moan out as he squeezes a little harder before taking my balls into the palm of his other hand. “Oh god,” I cry, my legs trembling, threatening to take me down.
 

He releases me from his mouth and his hand comes away from clutching my balls. I look at him, sad that he’s stopping, when he stands up, towering over me briefly before placing his lips against mine. He still has my cock in his hands, but he just holds it, no stroking and it’s almost more intimate than what he was doing moments ago. He frees me from our kiss and smiles, pressing his forehead against mine. “Let’s go to bed,” he breathes and I nod.
 

He takes a step back, pulling me gently with him, unwilling to let go of me and frankly, I don’t want him to.
 

He leads me into the bedroom, awkwardly since my jeans are still around my calves.
 

Once we’re there, he releases me, allowing me to kick off my shoes and take my pants all the way off. I watch as he too strips the rest of the way, his cock bobbing up and down as he moves. My mouth waters, wanting to taste him for myself, but when I make a move to get closer to him, he shakes his head. “Bed,” he tells me in a way that is nearly commanding, making me shiver. Wild ideas run through my mind about what happens when Eric takes control of a situation and I climb on to the bed.
 

I roll on to my back as I watch him walk out of the room for one of his bags, the same bag he pulled the condom and lube from in Denver and I shiver with a slice of fear breaking through the excitement, but only for a moment, before he starts walking back toward me. I grip my cock in my hand, watching him walk toward me, naked as a jaybird. His cock bounces in all its rock hard glory. His tattoos are on full display for me to see, including those that cover his arms and a good portion of his legs. There are only two on his chest. His nightmare and his fantasy, the angel and devil, depending on how you look at them.
 

I can’t stop stroking while I watch him wander toward me and then he climbs on to the bed, tossing a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube up near my hip and he crawls in between my legs. His hand replaces mine, stroking up and down gently and I flex. My body is able to relax now that I’m lying down and I can give over to the full sensation of his mouth wrapped around my cock as he sucks me. Warm, wet, inviting, my hips make tiny little thrusts, matching his pace, desperately trying to slide in deeper.
 

His eyes are on mine as I watch what he’s doing. I moan.
 

He releases my cock from his hand, but his mouth continues sliding up and down and he breaks our eye contact as he devours me. Licking, sucking, stroking with his tongue. “Oh god,” I cry out when his hands land on my thighs, sliding upward and then back toward my knees where he lifts my legs. “Oh fuck,” I cry out as he drops my cock and starts licking and kissing along my thigh. I feel a drop of pre-cum land on my stomach as he makes his way back toward my cock, but rather than taking that, he goes south, licking and tickling along my sack until he finds that sweet spot just underneath. I twitch, my muscles contracting and pleasure skyrockets through every inch of my body as he dips a little further south, licking lightly around that spot.
 

I put my hand in his hair, desperate for purchase, and he uses his shoulders to push my hips up off of the bed. Then I feel his warm, wet tongue as it gently presses against the tight ring. I can’t stop myself. My other hand, the one not in his hair, quickly fists my cock, stroking it hard and fast and he stops, his hand coming up to still mine. “Cal?”
 

 
“Hmm?” I moan back.
 

“You good?”
 

“Mhmm… please don’t stop,” I moan and he nods before going back to what he was doing. His tongue is like lava, hot against my entrance, but it feels so fucking good. I don’t want him to stop, I need him to keep going and the need to stroke my cock grows more intense and harder to fight.
 

He realizes my struggle and he replaces my hand with his, gently stroking up and down my shaft. It’s not as hard or fast as I want it, but I can also tell that he’s trying to keep me on the edge without pushing me over.

His tongue flicks harder against the tight ring and I shudder. The pleasure sends me soaring higher. “Fuck me,” I moan out. He stills and I pout.
 

He comes up, releasing my cock. “Are you sure?” he asks me.
 

“Eric, I need you. I need to feel you.”
 

He visibly shivers and there is a worried smile that plays on his lips as he sits up, still between my legs. I push myself up and grab him by his neck and pull his lips down to mine, pulling him on top of me. Our cocks rub together and he gasps. I steal my chance, sliding my tongue against his as his hips flick against mine.
 

With our cocks pinned between us, we’re both lost in our kiss. Flicks of hips, sliding tongues, hands sliding over bodies. Desire unlike anything I’ve ever felt explodes between us as I realize that I’m about to make love to Eric, my Eric.
 

I break our kiss, finding his eyes as I gently flick my hips. “I love you,” I breathe out and Eric stills. His arms, holding his weight above me, start to shake and his lips crush hard and heavy against mine briefly before he pulls back.
 

“I love you.” His voice is soft, nearly a whisper. There’s so much love and conviction in his voice. Something I realized on that bus that I couldn’t say then seemed perfect now. I kiss him again, this time softer, more passionate. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
 

I don’t know how I manage to do it, I’m sure he helped, but we manage to roll over. Now I’m on top of him and he smiles against my lips and his hand comes up, cupping my cheek and I lean into it, savoring his warmth, needing his touch almost as much as I need him inside me. “Please Eric?” I beg him.
 

He cocks his head at me, unsure of what I’m begging for. “Are you sure?”
 

I smile and nod. “Absolutely,” I breathe.
 

He flips us back over where he’s back on top of me and I smile. “I like this rolling around game.” I smirk and he laughs as he settles himself between my legs before finding the condoms.
 

“You should probably turn over, it will be easier,” he says, his voice laced with need and concern. I nod and move my leg around him, rolling over and raising myself up onto my knees.
 

I feel the bed dip and flatten out as he gets up and heads into the bathroom. He comes back out with two towels. I watch as he puts one under me and I sit up on my knees and straighten it out. The other one he sets next to me before he settles back between my legs.
 

Though he doesn’t settle in to take me, he leans in and licks me, from the underside of my sack, straight up that sensitive spot that makes me twitch with pleasure before landing square against my entrance. I cry out as the pleasure skyrockets once again and I’m lost in his mouth and the pleasure.
 

Nothing else matters, not my past, not the band, not the shit back home, none of it fucking matters right now. It’s only me and Eric. The two of us crossing that line and I am dying for it.

I roll the condom on, careful not to stroke myself too much; I am so primed up, it wouldn’t take much and this would be over. I certainly can’t stand that thought. I’m a little worried about this, I won’t lie. His reaction when I was rimming him was enough to make me stop, but I realized quickly that his reaction is conditioned into him and I realized what the gravity of him wanting this means to him. But it scares the hell out of me.
 

Once the condom is on, I grab the lube, meeting his eyes, searching for any signs that he’s backing down. God, please don’t let that be the case, and it’s not. There is excitement in his eyes, laced with a little concern. I give him a reassuring smile as I help lift his hips, giving me better access. Resting his butt on my thighs, I squeeze some gel onto my fingers. Warming it up before pressing it against his entrance. He flinches but settles fast. Despite my efforts, the gel was still pretty cold.
 

I start working my fingers along the outside and watch as his pleasure becomes more evident. I can’t stop myself from pushing a finger gently inside of him. He tenses and I still, giving him a moment to adjust to the intrusion and he relaxes. Giving me more hope that this isn’t going to stop. I start moving my finger in and out slowly, allowing the lube to coat both of us. I add a little more and he jumps. With a breathy laugh he says, “That’s cold.”
 

I smile. “I know, I’m sorry.”
 

“Don’t be,” he says softly with a satisfied smile on his face.
 

Wanting him to open more for me, I slide a second finger in and his eyes roll up as I work both fingers in and out together. My cock jumps as he moans and his cock grows harder. I add a third finger. He grunts as I stretch him but it quickly turns into pleasure and I’m more satisfied with his relaxing.
 

I drop some more gel onto my fingers then finally over the condom before dropping the bottle on the bed and stroking my cock, adding some extra lube to the already coated condom. I really do not want to hurt him. His acceptance of this is one thing, but hurting him concerns me and may be the trigger that sets him off.
 

I continue working my fingers and he gently takes his cock in his hand, holding and slowly stroking it. His body shudders and I smile before gradually pulling my fingers free of him. I am eager and fighting my need to rush to be inside of him. I know that I can’t do that, not today, probably not ever.
 

Being with Calvin, like this, naked, exposed, and vulnerable, is something to be cherished and never rushed. His hand slows as I finish pulling my fingers free and he groans at the loss when I’m completely out. I don’t stay out long. I reposition, lining myself up, ready to slide inside. I rub the tip of my cock from just under his sack, down toward his tight entrance and he groans. I press the head of my cock against the tight ring of muscle and he tenses briefly but then relaxes quickly, allowing me to push in a little farther.
 

“Ahh!” he cries and I still, afraid I’ve hurt him. “Don’t stop,” he says.
 

I can’t deny him anything now. I push in a little farther and a little farther, until finally the head of my cock crests that outer ring and he relaxes more, allowing me to push into him deeper.
 

“Ahh, fuck,” I moan above him as he squeezes me and I pull back slightly before sliding in a little farther, pushing in and pulling out, allowing the uncomfortable feeling to turn to pleasure.
 

He moans and strokes his cock and my eyes roll up. Watching him is nearly enough to push me to the brink of orgasm and I am not ready for that, nowhere near ready for this to be over.
 

I grab the towel and wipe my hand off. Dropping it back to the bed, I replace his hand with mine and he shivers, his body coming alive as he melts into the mattress below me.
 

My thrusts are timed to my strokes and gradually my strokes become quicker and my in and out movements become longer in and farther out, bringing myself to the point of nearly coming out before sliding all the way back in. Taking him, watching him as he writhes beneath me is a miracle in itself.