Entourage FF: You only trust me with your eyes closed (Eric/Vince, R)
Title: You only trust me with your eyes closed
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Eric/Vince
Rating: R for sex, kink and language
Length: 2,500 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Doug Ellin and folks not me.
Spoilers: Probably through S2, set sometime mid-S3 I think.
Warnings: Blindfold-kink, some other BDSM-lite implications/discussion. Nothing any way heavy, no humiliation, no embarrassment, no dub-con. If you want more detail before reading, ask.
Summary: "I don’t fuck you when I'm pissed at you, Vince - that’s pretty high on my list of rules not to completely screw this up. I definitely don’t do it to get back at you for pissing me off.” Vince screws up a meeting, Eric gets pissed. Then he takes issue with the way Vince tries to make up with him. (But all's well that ends well.)
AN: This ended up somewhere different from where it started, so I'm sorry if it seems to take a tangent from the prompt.
For smallfandomfest for the prompt: Eric/Vince, Eric is good at being in charge
Vince was waiting in Eric’s room when he got back. Eric knew he wasn’t here to say sorry - he had said that before, when Eric was still too angry to listen to Vince not quite get why he was mad. Vince had just known Eric hadn’t forgiven him, so he was here to make a second apology, lying on Eric’s bed like a half-unwrapped present.
“E,” he said, smiling. “I waited up for you.”
“Well, at least you had company,” Eric answered, waving his hand through the drifting smoke. He couldn’t tell, yet, how baked Vince really was, but the fact that he’d done it at all was enough to piss Eric off. He’d been out mending fences, fixing all the problems Vince had caused today between ten a.m. and two. And Vince was lying there, probably stoned out of his mind, grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat.
It wasn’t like it was a complete surprise he was in Eric’s bed. They did this, sometimes, but Eric had always been okay with calling it boredom and an absence of suitable girls. Makeup sex would only turn it into something way more complicated. Vince didn’t deal well with complicated - he kept Eric to head those kinds of things off at the pass.
“Yeah,” Vince drawled, “Turtle hooked me up with a little after…”
“Yeah.”
“You slammed a few doors.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you gonna talk to me at all, or is this going to be one of those evenings? Cause I can leave.”
“Okay.”
“E…”
“Don’t fucking ‘E’ me - you screwed me over in the middle of a meeting. You took my legs out from under me, Vince, and I need the respect of these people.”
Vince leant back against the headboard and crossed his wrists over his chest. It was a weird, defensive pose, and it only served to make Eric more frustrated. He was trying to work up a good righteous anger here, which was difficult to maintain with Vince at the best of times. It just made the job harder when Vince tilted his head back, and his eyes down, so he was looking at Eric through his lashes. Fuck.
“So I’m sorry,” Vince said.
“I know that. Jesus. You said that.”
“So?”
“So that doesn’t fucking fix it. So I’m still pissed as hell at you. So I’m wondering if maybe I was wrong when I told these guys they could trust me to trust you.”
“Eric…”
“Don’t.”
“Let me make it up to you.”
Eric raised his eyebrows at Vince in question. Vince reached under the pillow and came back with one of Eric’s ties. A blue one, that Vince had bought him for some party a year back. Eric fixated on that for a moment, and not the way Vince was twining the thing around his slender wrists.
Vince repeated, “So?” and sent Eric tripping over himself to get back against the door.
“No,” Eric said. “No fucking way.”
Vince had the balls to actually look hurt. “Why not?”
“Why not? Because I’m not turning this,” he waved his hand between the two of them and the bed, “into a business thing.”
“Jesus, E, that’s not what I-”
“Yeah? Cause that’s sure what it looks like. I don’t fuck you when I'm pissed at you, Vince - that’s pretty high on my list of rules not to completely screw this up. I definitely don’t do it to get back at you for pissing me off.”
Vince dropped the tie, and slid off the side of the bed to walk towards Eric. He had already half-undressed before Eric got back, and the thin t-shirt he was wearing with his boxers was not helping Eric’s resolve. Vince stopped at the end of the bed, a good six feet away. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I know.”
“What do you want? What can I do?”
He was living every adolescent girl’s fantasy, and Eric didn’t have a clue what to say. Didn’t know what he wanted anymore except that Vince had always been top of that list. But he was better than that - had been since he first realised that if he loved Vince he was gonna have to be the one who knew how to say no to him. “I want you to listen to me. I want you to believe me when I tell you that I have your back, better than anyone else. And I want you to tell me before you pull something like today.”
Vince smiled. “Listen, huh? I can do that. So: tell me what you want me to do.”
“Vince.”
“I’m serious.”
“This is what you want?”
“I want you not to be mad at me anymore. It makes me all…” Vince waved a hand and made a face that was presumably meant to indicate whatever feeling he felt uncomfortable actually saying.
Eric shook his head. “I’ll be over being mad at you tomorrow, asshole. You know that.”
“Yeah, but… It’s like, what do they call it at camp?”
“Huh?”
“When you fall backwards and the other person catches you.”
“Trust exercises.”
“Yeah. Like that. I trust you.”
“You better.”
“So let me show you.”
“How the hell is me tying you up going to prove that? We both know I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna leave you, so what does it show?”
“Eric, can you just… It doesn’t have to be that. I just didn’t have anything better to hand without going on a shopping trip.”
“Vince…”
“You know what, it doesn’t matter. Forget it.”
“Vince.” Eric put his hand out and Vince stopped, still too far away to touch. Eric said, “What about something else?”
“Whatever you want.”
Eric took the two paces forward and brushed a kiss on the corner of Vince’s mouth. “You’re lucky I’m not the kind of guy who’d make you regret saying that.”
“I trust you.” Vince smiled, goofily, and then pulled it into something teasing. “Plus, I figure most of your fantasies are probably pretty vanilla.”
Eric shoved Vince, lightly, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He covered Vince’s eyes with his hands, and when he pulled them away, Vince’s eyes were closed. The tie was still lying where Vince had left it. Eric picked it up and walked back to Vince. Sitting beside him on the bed, he wound the tie around Vince’s eyes. Vince’s expression flickered, but when Eric touched his shoulder, he smiled.
Vince said, “Okay then. Still pretty vanilla, but okay.”
Eric laughed. “Just listen to me. You think you can manage that? Just listen.”
Vince nodded, one of his dark curls falling down over the edge of the impromptu blindfold. Eric swallowed.
“O… okay. Just come here a minute first.” Eric said.
Vince dropped from his sitting position onto his hands and knees on the carpet. It wasn’t a crawl - it was his usual lithe stalk, just closer to the ground. And if Eric had been lying on the floor looking up at him, it would have been sexy as hell. As it was, Eric stumbled over his cursing. “Jesus, Vince, is that what I said?”
“You didn’t exactly specify.”
“I didn’t think I needed to. Look.” He sighed. “Sit there.”
Vince pulled up into a sitting position, kneeling with his feet tucked up against his ass. It was a yoga position and it took Eric a moment to place it. It was called the hero pose - perfect for Aquaman over there.
Eric walked to Vince’s right-hand side. Vince tracked his movement with the tilt of his head. Eric pushed Vince’s hair back into place, and Vince startled a little. “Vince,” Eric said. “I don’t need you to… Look, if it’s something you wanna try out or whatever, that’s fine, and we can talk about it. But not right now. Not if it’s because it’s what you think I want. Because I don’t believe you when you do that. It’s just playing - it’s you playing a part and I don’t want that from you. I just want-”
“Me to listen. I’m getting that. Okay, so I’m here. I’m listening. Talk to me. And be clear this time, cause I don’t like it when you yell.”
“I didn’t yell. And I told you: right now just sit there and listen.”
Eric walked around Vince, slowly. He put a hand on Vince’s shoulder, his side, the back of his neck, the top of his ribcage. He stroked his foot along the outside of Vince’s thigh. Vince kept following the noise of his footfall, not trying to face him. Eric stood behind Vince and rested his right hand against Vince’s cheek. Vince leant backwards, slowly, waiting for Eric to object.
It was a weird angle for a kiss - Eric bent halfway double to get his mouth lined up with Vince’s, and trying not to drop him.
When they straightened up, Eric braced his hands on Vince’s shoulders and said, “Sometimes you make me madder than anyone I’ve ever met.” He caught Vince before he pulled away. “More than Dom, or Ari, or fucking Walsh.”
“Eric,” Vince whispered.
“I mean, I guess it’s fair, because I don’t really give a shit about those guys and you… you give me nightmares, Vince. I worry about you all the goddamned time.”
Vince’s spine was one stiff straight line, and his muscles were tight under Eric’s hands.
“I worry that this thing goes south and we have to head back to Queens, and you only share a bed with me cause the heating’s gone in our piece of shit apartment. I worry that it’ll be my fault and I worry that it’s your fault and I don’t stop you.”
“Eric, it’ll never…”
Eric shushed him gently. “I know. I know.”
“You gonna say something nice now?”
Eric trailed his hands around to Vince’s chest and walked to crouch in front of him. He took Vince’s loose hands in his own. “You’ve been the most beautiful thing in any room I’ve walked into since I was fifteen. There’s not a thing in the whole fucking world I wouldn’t do for you.”
Vince was the one with the blindfold, but Eric had to look away from the expression on his face.
Eric tried to laugh. “So why the hell can’t you just listen to me?”
Hands questing blindly, Vince reached up for Eric’s face. For a second or two, they didn’t quite mesh, but Eric tilted his head, and Vince followed the movement. It was practically chaste; their knees brushed as Vince traced Eric’s lips with his tongue.
Eric got with the programme first, or maybe Vince was just waiting for him. He pulled up so they were kneeling on the carpet, arms tight around each other. Eric ground up, and Vince moaned sharply.
Whispering into Vince’s mouth, Eric said, “How do you feel about maybe undressing me now?”
Vince’s answer was pulling back in a rush, working his fingers on Eric’s shirt buttons. In all honesty he wasn’t any less successful than any of the other times when they were both horny and desperate. Eric unfastened his belt and urged Vince into a standing position before stepping out of his pants and boxers. Vince fumbled the last button of Eric’s shirt, and Eric had trouble getting Vince’s shirt over his head. Finally they matched, all but the blindfold, and Eric could push Vince onto the bed ahead of him.
“So,” Vince said, lying back on the sheets and stroking Eric’s arm in lieu of looking at him. “You want me to say please?”
Eric huffed out a bark of laughter. “No, Vince, I don’t want you to say please. I just want you to say yes.”
Vince dropped his hands and spread them in a wide, questioning invitation. “Yes.”
“Stay there.”
Vince nodded, and stayed still. He smirked at Eric and said, “See how I’m listening?”
“Fuck you,” Eric muttered, leaning over Vince to get the stuff out of the drawer.
“Still listening,” Vince said, and pulled his legs up and apart just in time for Eric to get back between them.
When they did it this way round, Vince usually wrapped his hands around Eric’s back, helping to set the pace. This time, when Eric slicked up his fingers and pushed slowly into Vince, Vince’s hand settled on Eric’s chest. It crept up to lie over Eric’s throat, so when he spoke, Vince shuddered at the vibrations.
Eric put the condom on one-handed, using the other to pull and tug at Vince’s nipple. Vince was talking, but the only word Eric could make out was his own name. He asked, “Okay?” and Vince moved both his hands to Eric’s face. Eric slid into him slowslowslow. He said, “Vince-” and slim hips jerked up to meet his thrusts before he said another word.
Normally, Vince would be mouthing damp encouragement into his neck. This time, Eric leant down, thanking God Vince bent this well, and kissed him as firm and deep as he could manage. There wasn’t enough room between them for anything fancy, but he got his hand on Vince’s dick and rubbed. It was slippery with lube and sweat, so the rhythm was a little off, but Vince opened his mouth and Eric swallowed the noise he made.
Eric chanted softly, “Vince, Vin, come on, for me,” and just when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer, Vince jolted up with a broken cry. That was all it took for Eric; they finished together, panting.
Again, Eric said, “Stay there,” and Vince didn’t bother with the wise-ass remarks this time. Eric tossed the condom and got something to wipe them both off. When he climbed back into the bed, Vince turned his head.
Eric unpeeled the tie. “Surprised this didn’t come off.”
Vince blinked at him with his bright blue eyes, open suspiciously wide. He darted a kiss straight at Eric’s mouth, and pulled back to stare at the ceiling.
“Vince?”
“Hmm?”
“You okay?”
Sidling towards him, Vince said, “Yeah. I guess I’m just still sorry. And… all the stuff you said. Me too, you know?”
“Yeah, Vince, I know.”
“And I do trust you. With all this stuff. Not just this part. All of it.”
“I know,” Eric said. He could see the moment Vince was going to jump in and protest. “But it’s nice to be reminded. Sometimes I forget.”
“Yeah, me too.” Vince turned onto his side and sprawled over Eric’s chest. His hand dropped, again, at the dip of Eric’s throat. He closed his eyes. “You need any help fixing things from today?”
“I’ve got it,” Eric assured him. “Some meetings in the afternoon, but nothing big. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Vince hummed his agreement on Eric’s skin. Eric curled his loose arm up and twisted his hand in the base of Vince’s hair. Vince relaxed; Eric kept his eyes open until Vince’s breathing deepened and slowed. When Vince was asleep, Eric shut his eyes, and went to sleep counting out the throb of Vince’s heartbeat.
FIN. *g* Totally popped my Entourage cherry.
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Eric/Vince
Rating: R for sex, kink and language
Length: 2,500 words
Disclaimer: All belongs to Doug Ellin and folks not me.
Spoilers: Probably through S2, set sometime mid-S3 I think.
Warnings: Blindfold-kink, some other BDSM-lite implications/discussion. Nothing any way heavy, no humiliation, no embarrassment, no dub-con. If you want more detail before reading, ask.
Summary: "I don’t fuck you when I'm pissed at you, Vince - that’s pretty high on my list of rules not to completely screw this up. I definitely don’t do it to get back at you for pissing me off.” Vince screws up a meeting, Eric gets pissed. Then he takes issue with the way Vince tries to make up with him. (But all's well that ends well.)
AN: This ended up somewhere different from where it started, so I'm sorry if it seems to take a tangent from the prompt.
For smallfandomfest for the prompt: Eric/Vince, Eric is good at being in charge
Vince was waiting in Eric’s room when he got back. Eric knew he wasn’t here to say sorry - he had said that before, when Eric was still too angry to listen to Vince not quite get why he was mad. Vince had just known Eric hadn’t forgiven him, so he was here to make a second apology, lying on Eric’s bed like a half-unwrapped present.
“E,” he said, smiling. “I waited up for you.”
“Well, at least you had company,” Eric answered, waving his hand through the drifting smoke. He couldn’t tell, yet, how baked Vince really was, but the fact that he’d done it at all was enough to piss Eric off. He’d been out mending fences, fixing all the problems Vince had caused today between ten a.m. and two. And Vince was lying there, probably stoned out of his mind, grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat.
It wasn’t like it was a complete surprise he was in Eric’s bed. They did this, sometimes, but Eric had always been okay with calling it boredom and an absence of suitable girls. Makeup sex would only turn it into something way more complicated. Vince didn’t deal well with complicated - he kept Eric to head those kinds of things off at the pass.
“Yeah,” Vince drawled, “Turtle hooked me up with a little after…”
“Yeah.”
“You slammed a few doors.”
“Yeah.”
“Are you gonna talk to me at all, or is this going to be one of those evenings? Cause I can leave.”
“Okay.”
“E…”
“Don’t fucking ‘E’ me - you screwed me over in the middle of a meeting. You took my legs out from under me, Vince, and I need the respect of these people.”
Vince leant back against the headboard and crossed his wrists over his chest. It was a weird, defensive pose, and it only served to make Eric more frustrated. He was trying to work up a good righteous anger here, which was difficult to maintain with Vince at the best of times. It just made the job harder when Vince tilted his head back, and his eyes down, so he was looking at Eric through his lashes. Fuck.
“So I’m sorry,” Vince said.
“I know that. Jesus. You said that.”
“So?”
“So that doesn’t fucking fix it. So I’m still pissed as hell at you. So I’m wondering if maybe I was wrong when I told these guys they could trust me to trust you.”
“Eric…”
“Don’t.”
“Let me make it up to you.”
Eric raised his eyebrows at Vince in question. Vince reached under the pillow and came back with one of Eric’s ties. A blue one, that Vince had bought him for some party a year back. Eric fixated on that for a moment, and not the way Vince was twining the thing around his slender wrists.
Vince repeated, “So?” and sent Eric tripping over himself to get back against the door.
“No,” Eric said. “No fucking way.”
Vince had the balls to actually look hurt. “Why not?”
“Why not? Because I’m not turning this,” he waved his hand between the two of them and the bed, “into a business thing.”
“Jesus, E, that’s not what I-”
“Yeah? Cause that’s sure what it looks like. I don’t fuck you when I'm pissed at you, Vince - that’s pretty high on my list of rules not to completely screw this up. I definitely don’t do it to get back at you for pissing me off.”
Vince dropped the tie, and slid off the side of the bed to walk towards Eric. He had already half-undressed before Eric got back, and the thin t-shirt he was wearing with his boxers was not helping Eric’s resolve. Vince stopped at the end of the bed, a good six feet away. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I know.”
“What do you want? What can I do?”
He was living every adolescent girl’s fantasy, and Eric didn’t have a clue what to say. Didn’t know what he wanted anymore except that Vince had always been top of that list. But he was better than that - had been since he first realised that if he loved Vince he was gonna have to be the one who knew how to say no to him. “I want you to listen to me. I want you to believe me when I tell you that I have your back, better than anyone else. And I want you to tell me before you pull something like today.”
Vince smiled. “Listen, huh? I can do that. So: tell me what you want me to do.”
“Vince.”
“I’m serious.”
“This is what you want?”
“I want you not to be mad at me anymore. It makes me all…” Vince waved a hand and made a face that was presumably meant to indicate whatever feeling he felt uncomfortable actually saying.
Eric shook his head. “I’ll be over being mad at you tomorrow, asshole. You know that.”
“Yeah, but… It’s like, what do they call it at camp?”
“Huh?”
“When you fall backwards and the other person catches you.”
“Trust exercises.”
“Yeah. Like that. I trust you.”
“You better.”
“So let me show you.”
“How the hell is me tying you up going to prove that? We both know I’m not gonna hurt you and I’m not gonna leave you, so what does it show?”
“Eric, can you just… It doesn’t have to be that. I just didn’t have anything better to hand without going on a shopping trip.”
“Vince…”
“You know what, it doesn’t matter. Forget it.”
“Vince.” Eric put his hand out and Vince stopped, still too far away to touch. Eric said, “What about something else?”
“Whatever you want.”
Eric took the two paces forward and brushed a kiss on the corner of Vince’s mouth. “You’re lucky I’m not the kind of guy who’d make you regret saying that.”
“I trust you.” Vince smiled, goofily, and then pulled it into something teasing. “Plus, I figure most of your fantasies are probably pretty vanilla.”
Eric shoved Vince, lightly, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He covered Vince’s eyes with his hands, and when he pulled them away, Vince’s eyes were closed. The tie was still lying where Vince had left it. Eric picked it up and walked back to Vince. Sitting beside him on the bed, he wound the tie around Vince’s eyes. Vince’s expression flickered, but when Eric touched his shoulder, he smiled.
Vince said, “Okay then. Still pretty vanilla, but okay.”
Eric laughed. “Just listen to me. You think you can manage that? Just listen.”
Vince nodded, one of his dark curls falling down over the edge of the impromptu blindfold. Eric swallowed.
“O… okay. Just come here a minute first.” Eric said.
Vince dropped from his sitting position onto his hands and knees on the carpet. It wasn’t a crawl - it was his usual lithe stalk, just closer to the ground. And if Eric had been lying on the floor looking up at him, it would have been sexy as hell. As it was, Eric stumbled over his cursing. “Jesus, Vince, is that what I said?”
“You didn’t exactly specify.”
“I didn’t think I needed to. Look.” He sighed. “Sit there.”
Vince pulled up into a sitting position, kneeling with his feet tucked up against his ass. It was a yoga position and it took Eric a moment to place it. It was called the hero pose - perfect for Aquaman over there.
Eric walked to Vince’s right-hand side. Vince tracked his movement with the tilt of his head. Eric pushed Vince’s hair back into place, and Vince startled a little. “Vince,” Eric said. “I don’t need you to… Look, if it’s something you wanna try out or whatever, that’s fine, and we can talk about it. But not right now. Not if it’s because it’s what you think I want. Because I don’t believe you when you do that. It’s just playing - it’s you playing a part and I don’t want that from you. I just want-”
“Me to listen. I’m getting that. Okay, so I’m here. I’m listening. Talk to me. And be clear this time, cause I don’t like it when you yell.”
“I didn’t yell. And I told you: right now just sit there and listen.”
Eric walked around Vince, slowly. He put a hand on Vince’s shoulder, his side, the back of his neck, the top of his ribcage. He stroked his foot along the outside of Vince’s thigh. Vince kept following the noise of his footfall, not trying to face him. Eric stood behind Vince and rested his right hand against Vince’s cheek. Vince leant backwards, slowly, waiting for Eric to object.
It was a weird angle for a kiss - Eric bent halfway double to get his mouth lined up with Vince’s, and trying not to drop him.
When they straightened up, Eric braced his hands on Vince’s shoulders and said, “Sometimes you make me madder than anyone I’ve ever met.” He caught Vince before he pulled away. “More than Dom, or Ari, or fucking Walsh.”
“Eric,” Vince whispered.
“I mean, I guess it’s fair, because I don’t really give a shit about those guys and you… you give me nightmares, Vince. I worry about you all the goddamned time.”
Vince’s spine was one stiff straight line, and his muscles were tight under Eric’s hands.
“I worry that this thing goes south and we have to head back to Queens, and you only share a bed with me cause the heating’s gone in our piece of shit apartment. I worry that it’ll be my fault and I worry that it’s your fault and I don’t stop you.”
“Eric, it’ll never…”
Eric shushed him gently. “I know. I know.”
“You gonna say something nice now?”
Eric trailed his hands around to Vince’s chest and walked to crouch in front of him. He took Vince’s loose hands in his own. “You’ve been the most beautiful thing in any room I’ve walked into since I was fifteen. There’s not a thing in the whole fucking world I wouldn’t do for you.”
Vince was the one with the blindfold, but Eric had to look away from the expression on his face.
Eric tried to laugh. “So why the hell can’t you just listen to me?”
Hands questing blindly, Vince reached up for Eric’s face. For a second or two, they didn’t quite mesh, but Eric tilted his head, and Vince followed the movement. It was practically chaste; their knees brushed as Vince traced Eric’s lips with his tongue.
Eric got with the programme first, or maybe Vince was just waiting for him. He pulled up so they were kneeling on the carpet, arms tight around each other. Eric ground up, and Vince moaned sharply.
Whispering into Vince’s mouth, Eric said, “How do you feel about maybe undressing me now?”
Vince’s answer was pulling back in a rush, working his fingers on Eric’s shirt buttons. In all honesty he wasn’t any less successful than any of the other times when they were both horny and desperate. Eric unfastened his belt and urged Vince into a standing position before stepping out of his pants and boxers. Vince fumbled the last button of Eric’s shirt, and Eric had trouble getting Vince’s shirt over his head. Finally they matched, all but the blindfold, and Eric could push Vince onto the bed ahead of him.
“So,” Vince said, lying back on the sheets and stroking Eric’s arm in lieu of looking at him. “You want me to say please?”
Eric huffed out a bark of laughter. “No, Vince, I don’t want you to say please. I just want you to say yes.”
Vince dropped his hands and spread them in a wide, questioning invitation. “Yes.”
“Stay there.”
Vince nodded, and stayed still. He smirked at Eric and said, “See how I’m listening?”
“Fuck you,” Eric muttered, leaning over Vince to get the stuff out of the drawer.
“Still listening,” Vince said, and pulled his legs up and apart just in time for Eric to get back between them.
When they did it this way round, Vince usually wrapped his hands around Eric’s back, helping to set the pace. This time, when Eric slicked up his fingers and pushed slowly into Vince, Vince’s hand settled on Eric’s chest. It crept up to lie over Eric’s throat, so when he spoke, Vince shuddered at the vibrations.
Eric put the condom on one-handed, using the other to pull and tug at Vince’s nipple. Vince was talking, but the only word Eric could make out was his own name. He asked, “Okay?” and Vince moved both his hands to Eric’s face. Eric slid into him slowslowslow. He said, “Vince-” and slim hips jerked up to meet his thrusts before he said another word.
Normally, Vince would be mouthing damp encouragement into his neck. This time, Eric leant down, thanking God Vince bent this well, and kissed him as firm and deep as he could manage. There wasn’t enough room between them for anything fancy, but he got his hand on Vince’s dick and rubbed. It was slippery with lube and sweat, so the rhythm was a little off, but Vince opened his mouth and Eric swallowed the noise he made.
Eric chanted softly, “Vince, Vin, come on, for me,” and just when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer, Vince jolted up with a broken cry. That was all it took for Eric; they finished together, panting.
Again, Eric said, “Stay there,” and Vince didn’t bother with the wise-ass remarks this time. Eric tossed the condom and got something to wipe them both off. When he climbed back into the bed, Vince turned his head.
Eric unpeeled the tie. “Surprised this didn’t come off.”
Vince blinked at him with his bright blue eyes, open suspiciously wide. He darted a kiss straight at Eric’s mouth, and pulled back to stare at the ceiling.
“Vince?”
“Hmm?”
“You okay?”
Sidling towards him, Vince said, “Yeah. I guess I’m just still sorry. And… all the stuff you said. Me too, you know?”
“Yeah, Vince, I know.”
“And I do trust you. With all this stuff. Not just this part. All of it.”
“I know,” Eric said. He could see the moment Vince was going to jump in and protest. “But it’s nice to be reminded. Sometimes I forget.”
“Yeah, me too.” Vince turned onto his side and sprawled over Eric’s chest. His hand dropped, again, at the dip of Eric’s throat. He closed his eyes. “You need any help fixing things from today?”
“I’ve got it,” Eric assured him. “Some meetings in the afternoon, but nothing big. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Vince hummed his agreement on Eric’s skin. Eric curled his loose arm up and twisted his hand in the base of Vince’s hair. Vince relaxed; Eric kept his eyes open until Vince’s breathing deepened and slowed. When Vince was asleep, Eric shut his eyes, and went to sleep counting out the throb of Vince’s heartbeat.
FIN. *g* Totally popped my Entourage cherry.