Defining Us: The Calvin & Eric Story (69 Bottles) (34 page)

That bastard, dispshitidiot, motherfucker…

Rage burns through my veins like acid. Why in the fuck would he do something like that? Why…I shake my head, fine, he wants to play that way. I stand up with gusto, prepared to go track down someone, anyone I can use to make him jealous, but as soon as I do and I see our friends’ eyes on me, I lose steam and head for the door. Troy is hot on my heels. “Take me back,” I growl at him and he goes darting toward one of the cars we’d brought over here and he climbs in, stopping to pick me up about halfway between the door and the car. I climb in. “Step on it.”
 

I crash through the door, just in time to see Eric climb in the car with Troy and take off. “Fuck.” I turn on my heel and slam square into Dex as I get back inside. “Fucker.”
 

“What’s up, brother?”
 

“Nothing, forget it,” I grumble and try to sidestep him but he won’t let me pass. He grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around toward the door, and he pushes me through it. We’re outside now.
 

“Forget nothing, why you so pissed off?”
 

“Fuck off, Dex, I need to find Casey. I need him to take me back to the hotel.”
 

“You want to sit here and play coy, act like there ain’t shit going on between you and Peacock, fine, but you’re fooling no one here, Mouse. You two sit there and stare out the sides of your heads at each other, then, when some blonde floozy walks up to you, you go running off with her and Peacock takes off. Seriously? Stand here and tell me there ain’t nothing happening between you and him.”
 

“There ain’t,” I lie.
 

He snorts his disbelief at me. “What-the-fuck-ever, Mouse.”
 

“Shut the fuck up, you have no right to stand here and tell me off like this. Fuck Dex, you hook up with Raine and now you’re some fucking magical matchmaker who knows everything? Nice fucking try, you have no fucking clue.”
 

“Oh I have a fucking clue, believe me. I’ve known you for how fucking long? Seriously Mouse, you can’t hide this shit anymore, just fucking deal with it, get it over with. We all know and not a fucking one of us gives a shit. But what we do care about is watching someone get deliberately hurt by someone else. You all saw fit to put me in my place with Raine when I was doing the exact same shit to her that you’re doing to Peacock. Don’t fucking tell me you’re not, because you are. Whatever has you so hung up on facing reality, get the fuck over it,” he growls angrily in my face before turning on his heel and walking right back into the bar.
 

“Can we get another room?” I ask Troy as we pull up to the hotel.
 

“Why?” he asks, like he has no clue why I walked out of the bar in the first place.
 

“I don’t want to be around Mouse right now,” I tell him in a huff and climb out of the car. Troy follows and tells the valet something. Casey drew the short end of the stick tonight and he has floor duty, so I know Troy will go back to the bar with the rest of the guys.
 

“Yeah, we’ll get it taken care of.”
 

“Who’s staying with Casey?” I ask him, curious.
 

“I am.”
 

“Wanna swap?”
 

He sighs, “Yeah, I guess. You good to get upstairs on your own?”
 

“Yeah, thanks Troy.”
 

“No problem.” He climbs back in the car and drives off as I clear the glass doors and walk into the lobby, straight toward the elevator that will take me up to the fifth floor and our rooms.
 

Once inside the elevator, I punch the wall, not hard enough to do any damage, but certainly enough to cause it to rattle as the doors close.
 

The ride up is mercifully short and Casey is standing by when the doors open.
 

“Whoa, what’s wrong with you?” he asks before I even step off the elevator.
 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Troy and I are switching places tonight. Let me grab some shit and then you can let me in your room, if you don’t mind.”
 

“Not until you give me an explanation.”
 

I throw my head back in frustration. I want to scream. “I can’t. That’s half the fucking problem, I can’t fucking explain it because I’ll be damned if I have any fucking clue what the real problem is. Not only that, but I can’t explain it to you without divulging shit I promised I wouldn’t tell. So can we just fucking drop it?”
 

“No,” his voice is a half laugh, half stern order.
 

I turn on him. Casey and I are about the same height, but I have some width on him. “Look, it’s impossible to explain without outing someone and he’s certainly not ready for that.” Shit.
 

“Mouse?”
 

“Drop it Casey, please.”
 

“No, he’s on his way up. Leroy brought him back.”
 

“Fuck, that was fast.” Too fast, shit. “Stall him.” I open the door to our suite and make a bad attempt at slamming the door, fucking hotel room doors. I should have just made Casey put me in his room. I can’t get what I need and be back out before Cal gets up here. Fuck, he came back quick…shit, that means he knew I left. Fuck, that means… goddammit, I’m a fucking idiot.

I stop as soon as I hear the door beep, click open and then click closed again. I can barely turn around before Calvin is slamming into me, pushing me against the wall. His hand grips my neck and pulls me down, hard and fast. His lips land on mine in a harsh, yet overwhelmingly powerful kiss unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He wastes no time licking along my lips, forcing me to open for him and his tongue slides in along mine. His other hand grips my belt, undoing it one-handed, stripping me of any self-control I may have had, my cock is instantly hard and throbbing.
 

He gets the buckle undone, then goes straight for the button and then my zipper before pulling back. “Jealousy is a shitty fucking wasted emotion,” he growls before releasing my neck. Both of his hands are sliding my shirt up my stomach, my abs come into view and he licks his lips. He keeps pushing my shirt up and I raise my arms as he pulls it off of me. I try and reach for his and he steps back, subtly shaking his head at me.
 

“It’s your fucking fault I got jealous,” I bite back at him.
 

“No, it’s yours,” he says as he steps up to me. His tongue darts out across my nipple and I groan. “Did it ever occur to you that it was going to be more embarrassing to actually reject her while everyone was watching?” He licks the other nipple and the cool air of the room makes me shiver. “I simply needed her away from the group before I could send her packing with a drink in hand. Then you got all huffy and fucking puffy and out the door you went. I saw you climb into the car and take off.” He licks across my peck and then he slides up higher, toward my neck before he nips at the flesh of my shoulder. “Now rather than playing things cool I had to fucking deal with Dex in my face, scolding me like an errant child and for that, I’m pissed off.”
 

“How the fuck was I supposed to know?”
 

“You were supposed to trust me.”
 

“That’s kind of hard to do when it seems like one minute everything is fucking fabulous and normal and awesome and then the next thing I know, you’re headed toward the bar with some blonde bimbo for a drink. Calvin, you always buy them a drink.”
 

“I’ve never rejected a woman’s advances either, until tonight.”
 

With that phrase, his lips land hard and fast on mine once again, pressing me harder to the wall, most of his body aligned with mine. I can’t help the thrust of my hips and the moan that escapes when his hand slides along my cock. I shiver when his hand slides past the waist band of my boxers, plunging down and taking firm grip around my rock hard cock. “Fuck,” I breathe out, breaking our kiss.

I drop to my knees before Eric, sliding his pants down his hips, bringing his boxers with me and his cock slides free. I lick my lips. Possessed by my need to prove myself, I take his cock in my hand, firmly. I stroke upward and watch as his entire body locks down and he moans above me.
 

Fueled by anger and frustration over what happened tonight, I am desperate to do this, regardless of the consequences, and I don’t think he’s minding one bit.
 

I lick my tongue along the underside of his shaft and he shudders above me. Spurred by his reaction, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him in. Flicking my tongue, coating his cock, making it easier to slide up and down. I look up at him through hooded eyelids and he’s lost in the feeling of my mouth wrapped around him and it pushes me to keep going. Determined to bring him to the edge, but not over.
 

My mouth and hand become one along his length, sucking down while my hand slides up, slowly releasing his cock from my mouth as my hand slides down. Back and forth. Having his cock in my mouth has my blood racing, my heart pounding, desire exploding. I manage to undo the belt on my pants followed by the buttons on my fly. Freeing my cock is easier because I’m desperate for it. To touch it, to have it in my hand while I worship his cock with my hand and mouth.
 

“Fuck,” he groans above me. I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips. He’s so turned on and that gives me new desire. His hand slides into my hair, though he has no intention of guiding me, his hand is gentle and it brings me back into focus on my goal. I need him, I have to show him that I want this, that I need this, and if I can’t do that, we will never work.
 

The idea of us never working sends a wave of dread through me, this time for loss and nothing more. I release his cock from my mouth. His eyes eventually meet mine, while I stroke both his cock and mine in my hands. “I want you,” I breathe.
 

“Take me.” His voice is soft yet determined.
 

“No, I mean, I really want you.”