Co-Dependent Vince/Eric 1/?
Pairing: Vince/Eric
Rating: Good for any age so far
Disclaimer: I do not own Entourage or it's characters
Summery: Eric isn't dealing and he isn't talking and this is bad and Vince just wants to help.
Author Notes: This is my first fic and I would like some feedback.
Vince has just gotten back from a two month shoot in Europe when he finds out and of course he’s pissed but he’s also worried, so fucking worried that this could happen and he could not know about it. That this could happen to E and no one would bother to fucking tell him and that E could have been like that and alone and no one thought he should know, so yeah he’s pissed but he’s worried too.
He was sitting with the guys in living room, drinking beer and passing a joint, reveling in being back with them, in their little family, telling a story about a crazy fan trying to rip his shirt off, when he says it, just as a joke because he back, and fuck it, if Turtle’s laughter, and Johnny’s bragging, and E’s eyes sparkling at him haven’t made him the most relaxed he has been in two months. So he finishes his story with a joke.
“Maybe I should get a bodyguard” and he grins as he says it because while he’s a star, he’s never stated his opinion about any political bullshit or anything like that so, who would want to hurt him?
And Turtle replies, “Shit, man, E’s the one that needs the fucking bodyguard, not you, cocksucker”
And suddenly the room is all quiet and tense and E isn’t making eye contact with him anymore and his torso feels peculiarly empty because his stomach has to be in the pool somewhere under his feet.
“What the fuck does that mean?” He asks his throat tight and his eyes flick to Turtle who looks guilty, Johnny looks relieved until he meets Vince’s eyes then guilt begins to creep in and intensifies as his eyes slide towards E. And, fuck, E hasn’t moved, he’s just sitting there but he isn’t relaxed against the cushions anymore, no his body is coiled so tight that if he were a guitar sting, he would break with a sound like a baby mammal in pain and his hands are shaking and he has this funny panicky look on his face that makes Vince afraid too.
“E?” Johnny asks, and is tone is really soft and gentle as if he’s afraid that E’s name will be the thing that snaps him.
E jerks and takes a hasty gulp of beer which he sort of chocks on. When he speaks his words are directed to Vince even though Johnny was the one that prompted him.
“Turtle just wants to make his rep sound better by trashing mine. It’s hopeless, of course. Seriously,” and here E tries to smile and it would be funny, because E was never the actor and while he’s gotten better, because you have to be to make it anywhere in Hollywood, he still can’t convince Vince for shit, but it isn’t funny because everyone’s acting weird and clearly something happened while he was gone and E doesn’t seem to be interested in sharing,
“Seriously,” he repeats. “He just likes in when Billy calls me suit, but I’m not falling for it, cocksucker.” And this last is to Turtle, but his tone is a little flat and his hands are still trembling.
Turtle’s laugh is forced and tapers off quickly and he is left staring awkwardly at the floor. Johnny’s eyes join his after taking in E, who is rubbing his right shoulder awkwardly, his face tight.
“E?” Vince repeats and this time there is a little more tension in his voice.
“It’s nothing, man,” E tells the spot over his left shoulder, “Have you spoken to Ari yet about Alabaster Fields?”
“E…” Vince says again, and Christ, he sounds like a fucking broken record, but the air around him is heavy with dread and concern and he can’t manage more then a pleading, “E?” again.
And E does finally meet his eyes but he doesn’t focus on them, instead he focus’s through them and E is clearly not going to play ball on this one. He’s opening his mouth and Vince can just tell that what comes out his mouth is going to be platitudes and now he’s pissed because, fuck, this shit is serious and Turtle’s talking about bodyguards and E doesn’t get to choose to not talk about whatever the fuck this is, because he is E’s best friend and friendship is a two way street and doesn’t E fucking know that Vince would do anything for him too?
However, instead of E’s words filling the room which feels larger somehow, as if the coffee table between the two of them has suddenly stretched wider, the ringtone of E’s blackberry intrudes.
E’s hand fumbles into his pocket and there is something off about this gesture that Vince has seen Eric make thousands of times but he can’t figure out what, and his sense of unease is quickly eclipsed by frustration, as E glances at the screen, mutters “Shit!” and stumbles his way out of the room
*********************
It’s hours before Vince’s sees E again and when you does E is rushing past him, phone cradled to his ear by his shoulder, laptop pillowed in the crook his arm, and free hand desperately typing as he flies past.
“Yeah,” He’s saying “Yeah, I got it. Okay! I got it; I’ll be there as soon as possible”
Vince can hear him hanging up as he exits the kitchen and saying, “Fuck!” and then to himself more quietly and with a lot more tiredness.
“Fuck.”
Then E is gone out the door and his laptop is with him and Jesus, was E this stressed when Vince left?
Vince cuts his eyes to Johnny who had stopped slicing onions to watch Hurricane E tear through the kitchen and is now gazing concernedly at the doorway through which E exited.
“Johnny…” Vince began again and he’s beginning to think that all can say anymore are people’s names.
But Johnny shakes his head, “I fucking promised, man.”
Both Johnny and Turtle have been like this for hours since E took that call. Whenever, Vince asks either of them they explain that E made them promise. So far no amount of threatening Turtle or begging Johnny has worked.
“But -“ Vince tries again because it’s E, for fuck’s sake, and they have been best friends since fucking forever and E has no right to keep secrets especially ones as big as Vince can tell these are. Vince has this tight scared feeling in his chest because something happened and he doesn’t know what, and fuck, he has loved E for forever, and he just wants to help. Vince just needs to fucking know because it’s always the stuff that E doesn’t tell him that matter the most.
When E’s father died, E had shown up at his house at about two o’clock in the morning, climbed the fire escape to Vince’s window and knocked. He hadn’t said anything, hell, he didn’t even cry, even that age E had already started putting on a brave face for others. He had just stood in the darkness of Vince’s tiny room looking lost and shivering a little because there was no money for heat that month.
So Vince has reached out and pulled him close and dragged him to the tiny bed and curled around him until he stopped shivering.
“E?” He had asked, “E, are you…is everything…” and he had just trailed off E had just shook his head and buried his face in Vince’s shoulder and eventually the tremors stopped completely.
When he woke the next morning it was to E sitting with his back against the wall and knees pulled up to his chest. Vince’s room was so small that E’s feet were under the bed and his face was maybe a foot away from Vince’s. And E had opened his mouth and started telling him about the last major league baseball stats he had looked at and the only reason Vince knew something was wrong besides E’s behavior the previous night was the game was talking about had been a week ago and he knew E’s team had played day before yesterday, so clearly yesterday E hadn’t looked at the sports section but E always looked at the sports section so something was wrong
The flow of words out of E’s mouth was finally checked by Vince’s mom hammering on the door, yelling “Vincent? Is Eric in there with you?”
“Yes, Mom” He called.
And she had opened the door, taken one look at E said, “Oh sweetheart,” and gathered E into a hug.
E had shaken his head and when she released him, he just said “Thank you” quietly and mechanically because even then E had known what was expected of him and had done it. Then he turned to Vince and had said “See you later” and left.
Vince mom had tried to stop him, to ask him to stay but E had just told he was going back to his house and that had mollified her. Vince had asked his mother, “What’s going on?”
And she has turned to him and with her eyes shiny with tears lining up to fall she had told him the E’s father was dead. Vince was E’s best friend in the whole world and somehow in E-World, where it is was his job to protect his friends from anything he could, anyway he could, which meant attacking the school bully when he picked on Vince even though E was even smaller than Vince and never won or running lines with Vince until his voice was horse, and not telling his bad news.
So Vince was getting desperate because E wasn’t telling what had happened while he was in Europe but before he finished his objection Johnny had interrupted him. “I promised, man and just…look, he is gonna need to feel like he can trust us, right? He just needs to feel in control again and I promised and I am not gonna do that to him. So, Sorry Vince, but I can’t tell you man, I fucking can’t tell you.”
“Look, just tell me if he’s okay, alright?” and Vince’s voice is a little whiny and little desperate but then again so is he. “Is he okay? That’s all I’m asking.”
Johnny just looked at him with big sad eyes and his voice when it comes is tired.
“I don’t know, man, I just don’t fucking know”
Rating: Good for any age so far
Disclaimer: I do not own Entourage or it's characters
Summery: Eric isn't dealing and he isn't talking and this is bad and Vince just wants to help.
Author Notes: This is my first fic and I would like some feedback.
Vince has just gotten back from a two month shoot in Europe when he finds out and of course he’s pissed but he’s also worried, so fucking worried that this could happen and he could not know about it. That this could happen to E and no one would bother to fucking tell him and that E could have been like that and alone and no one thought he should know, so yeah he’s pissed but he’s worried too.
He was sitting with the guys in living room, drinking beer and passing a joint, reveling in being back with them, in their little family, telling a story about a crazy fan trying to rip his shirt off, when he says it, just as a joke because he back, and fuck it, if Turtle’s laughter, and Johnny’s bragging, and E’s eyes sparkling at him haven’t made him the most relaxed he has been in two months. So he finishes his story with a joke.
“Maybe I should get a bodyguard” and he grins as he says it because while he’s a star, he’s never stated his opinion about any political bullshit or anything like that so, who would want to hurt him?
And Turtle replies, “Shit, man, E’s the one that needs the fucking bodyguard, not you, cocksucker”
And suddenly the room is all quiet and tense and E isn’t making eye contact with him anymore and his torso feels peculiarly empty because his stomach has to be in the pool somewhere under his feet.
“What the fuck does that mean?” He asks his throat tight and his eyes flick to Turtle who looks guilty, Johnny looks relieved until he meets Vince’s eyes then guilt begins to creep in and intensifies as his eyes slide towards E. And, fuck, E hasn’t moved, he’s just sitting there but he isn’t relaxed against the cushions anymore, no his body is coiled so tight that if he were a guitar sting, he would break with a sound like a baby mammal in pain and his hands are shaking and he has this funny panicky look on his face that makes Vince afraid too.
“E?” Johnny asks, and is tone is really soft and gentle as if he’s afraid that E’s name will be the thing that snaps him.
E jerks and takes a hasty gulp of beer which he sort of chocks on. When he speaks his words are directed to Vince even though Johnny was the one that prompted him.
“Turtle just wants to make his rep sound better by trashing mine. It’s hopeless, of course. Seriously,” and here E tries to smile and it would be funny, because E was never the actor and while he’s gotten better, because you have to be to make it anywhere in Hollywood, he still can’t convince Vince for shit, but it isn’t funny because everyone’s acting weird and clearly something happened while he was gone and E doesn’t seem to be interested in sharing,
“Seriously,” he repeats. “He just likes in when Billy calls me suit, but I’m not falling for it, cocksucker.” And this last is to Turtle, but his tone is a little flat and his hands are still trembling.
Turtle’s laugh is forced and tapers off quickly and he is left staring awkwardly at the floor. Johnny’s eyes join his after taking in E, who is rubbing his right shoulder awkwardly, his face tight.
“E?” Vince repeats and this time there is a little more tension in his voice.
“It’s nothing, man,” E tells the spot over his left shoulder, “Have you spoken to Ari yet about Alabaster Fields?”
“E…” Vince says again, and Christ, he sounds like a fucking broken record, but the air around him is heavy with dread and concern and he can’t manage more then a pleading, “E?” again.
And E does finally meet his eyes but he doesn’t focus on them, instead he focus’s through them and E is clearly not going to play ball on this one. He’s opening his mouth and Vince can just tell that what comes out his mouth is going to be platitudes and now he’s pissed because, fuck, this shit is serious and Turtle’s talking about bodyguards and E doesn’t get to choose to not talk about whatever the fuck this is, because he is E’s best friend and friendship is a two way street and doesn’t E fucking know that Vince would do anything for him too?
However, instead of E’s words filling the room which feels larger somehow, as if the coffee table between the two of them has suddenly stretched wider, the ringtone of E’s blackberry intrudes.
E’s hand fumbles into his pocket and there is something off about this gesture that Vince has seen Eric make thousands of times but he can’t figure out what, and his sense of unease is quickly eclipsed by frustration, as E glances at the screen, mutters “Shit!” and stumbles his way out of the room
*********************
It’s hours before Vince’s sees E again and when you does E is rushing past him, phone cradled to his ear by his shoulder, laptop pillowed in the crook his arm, and free hand desperately typing as he flies past.
“Yeah,” He’s saying “Yeah, I got it. Okay! I got it; I’ll be there as soon as possible”
Vince can hear him hanging up as he exits the kitchen and saying, “Fuck!” and then to himself more quietly and with a lot more tiredness.
“Fuck.”
Then E is gone out the door and his laptop is with him and Jesus, was E this stressed when Vince left?
Vince cuts his eyes to Johnny who had stopped slicing onions to watch Hurricane E tear through the kitchen and is now gazing concernedly at the doorway through which E exited.
“Johnny…” Vince began again and he’s beginning to think that all can say anymore are people’s names.
But Johnny shakes his head, “I fucking promised, man.”
Both Johnny and Turtle have been like this for hours since E took that call. Whenever, Vince asks either of them they explain that E made them promise. So far no amount of threatening Turtle or begging Johnny has worked.
“But -“ Vince tries again because it’s E, for fuck’s sake, and they have been best friends since fucking forever and E has no right to keep secrets especially ones as big as Vince can tell these are. Vince has this tight scared feeling in his chest because something happened and he doesn’t know what, and fuck, he has loved E for forever, and he just wants to help. Vince just needs to fucking know because it’s always the stuff that E doesn’t tell him that matter the most.
When E’s father died, E had shown up at his house at about two o’clock in the morning, climbed the fire escape to Vince’s window and knocked. He hadn’t said anything, hell, he didn’t even cry, even that age E had already started putting on a brave face for others. He had just stood in the darkness of Vince’s tiny room looking lost and shivering a little because there was no money for heat that month.
So Vince has reached out and pulled him close and dragged him to the tiny bed and curled around him until he stopped shivering.
“E?” He had asked, “E, are you…is everything…” and he had just trailed off E had just shook his head and buried his face in Vince’s shoulder and eventually the tremors stopped completely.
When he woke the next morning it was to E sitting with his back against the wall and knees pulled up to his chest. Vince’s room was so small that E’s feet were under the bed and his face was maybe a foot away from Vince’s. And E had opened his mouth and started telling him about the last major league baseball stats he had looked at and the only reason Vince knew something was wrong besides E’s behavior the previous night was the game was talking about had been a week ago and he knew E’s team had played day before yesterday, so clearly yesterday E hadn’t looked at the sports section but E always looked at the sports section so something was wrong
The flow of words out of E’s mouth was finally checked by Vince’s mom hammering on the door, yelling “Vincent? Is Eric in there with you?”
“Yes, Mom” He called.
And she had opened the door, taken one look at E said, “Oh sweetheart,” and gathered E into a hug.
E had shaken his head and when she released him, he just said “Thank you” quietly and mechanically because even then E had known what was expected of him and had done it. Then he turned to Vince and had said “See you later” and left.
Vince mom had tried to stop him, to ask him to stay but E had just told he was going back to his house and that had mollified her. Vince had asked his mother, “What’s going on?”
And she has turned to him and with her eyes shiny with tears lining up to fall she had told him the E’s father was dead. Vince was E’s best friend in the whole world and somehow in E-World, where it is was his job to protect his friends from anything he could, anyway he could, which meant attacking the school bully when he picked on Vince even though E was even smaller than Vince and never won or running lines with Vince until his voice was horse, and not telling his bad news.
So Vince was getting desperate because E wasn’t telling what had happened while he was in Europe but before he finished his objection Johnny had interrupted him. “I promised, man and just…look, he is gonna need to feel like he can trust us, right? He just needs to feel in control again and I promised and I am not gonna do that to him. So, Sorry Vince, but I can’t tell you man, I fucking can’t tell you.”
“Look, just tell me if he’s okay, alright?” and Vince’s voice is a little whiny and little desperate but then again so is he. “Is he okay? That’s all I’m asking.”
Johnny just looked at him with big sad eyes and his voice when it comes is tired.
“I don’t know, man, I just don’t fucking know”