hackthis_archive | Get on the Entourage bandwagon, dammit!

dammitcarl made Entourage icons! Yes, we are a small fandom, but we are mighty! Don't laugh. I'm pretty much on holiday writing-wise, but

serialkarma dialed in from her remote location and asked, so... plus, you know who doesn't love Eric? Seriously. I have so much Eric love. And so much Turtle love. And Drama! Love Drama! *snerk* Also, Ari and Eric have angry sex (which will never be written by me, don’t ask). Yis. Tell me that 'hug it out, bitch!' didn't say it all right there.

Okay. Right. Hit me.

Entourage
What You Do For Your Friends

The entire drive back from Prey, Drama and Turtle argue over what DVDs to watch when they get home. It’s opening night of Vince’s big movie, and they’re going home to watch DVDs; this doesn’t bother Eric as much as he thinks it should. Hollywood is his job, but it’s not his life -– at least he’s trying not to make it his entire life. He’d like to find somebody he can settle down with one day in the future. Of course every time he says this the guys start laughing, but he figures everybody has to leave sometime. When he points this out, Drama rolls his eyes and Turtle says, “What the fuck for, man? Everything you need is right here,” -- and Vince, Vince just sighs.

*

Turtle wants to see Star Wars on DVD, which isn’t even supposed to be out yet, but of course Turtle’s never let that stop him before, and Drama. Drama wants to watch Sixteen Candles for the ‘acting’. Right.

When Turtle adds the bit about “acting like a little bitch” Drama smacks him in the back of the head and they almost run over a group of all-night Scientologists on Ivar and Hollywood. It’s kinda funny. Actually, it’s really fucking funny. It probably doesn’t help that they’re as high as the Hollywood sign, and Vince laughs so hard that they have to pull over to make sure he’s not going to choke to death.

Ari would never let them live down killing his cash cow, and by the time they get home it’s well after three in the morning, and Eric heads for the guesthouse instead of going to the house. The DVDs aren’t going anywhere, and when Turtle calls him out he just flips him the bird. Twice.

He’s too tired to argue with Vince when he follows him inside, and maybe he just wants to talk. Right. And maybe Drama will convert to Scientology and give up girls and booze.

*

Vince kisses like he’s drowning, and Eric’s not sure if he wants to be Vince’s life raft, but at this point he doesn’t think he has much choice. They’ve all invested a lot in this -- in them -- and Vince’s lips are all over Eric’s face and neck. His hands are so fucking persistent it’s like he’s practically begging. Except Vince’s hands are deceptively gentle, and just once Eric would like for it to be hard. Just once Eric would like for Vince to call him ‘E’ in bed, but he never does.

It’s always ‘Please, Eric, please.’

*

He wakes up in the middle of the night with Vince’s breath hot on the back of his neck and a twinge in his ankle. The sun is just coming up, which means he can’t have been asleep that long, and when he pulls away to go to the bathroom, Vince makes a snuffling sound. He stretches out in the space that Eric vacates, and yeah, Eric can admit that Vince looks pretty hot all naked against his green sheets.

He trips on Vince’s jeans and slips on the over-polished pinewood floors; he’s never this clumsy when he’s by himself. He’s always really smooth, except for when Vince pushes him too hard or clings a little too much, and Eric feels like he’s suffocating. Vince isn’t touchy-feely with anybody but him. He always defers to what Eric wants, and one day, Eric knows it’s going to get them both in a lot of fucking trouble.

*

There are photographs of the four of them all over the halls of the guesthouse, and Eric stops to look at various birthday pictures and parties and BBQs because he’s not sure he can go back to sleep with Vince there.

Maybe it’s because he’s half awake and there’s dust on the photos, or maybe it’s just that he’s never really noticed before, but it seems like in every photo Vince is looking at him. In their eighth grade class photograph, and on prom night when Vince was wearing that stupid crown, and in all the photos in between, everyone else is looking at the camera but Eric would swear that Vince is looking at him. Just at him. And sometimes it seems like this has been going on forever. It would certainly explain why Vince has never liked anybody Eric’s dated; he didn’t even like Cindy Pearlstein back in sixth grade, and everybody liked Cindy.

To this day Drama likes to say that he failed eighth grade just so he could keep seeing her at lunchtime, and maybe he’s just fighting this too hard. After all, he knows why Vince can’t remember which girl he lost his virginity to.

He knows it wasn’t a girl at all.

*

Eric knows there are plenty of people in the world would love to have Vincent Chase, Movie Star, in their beds right now. And even in this town, he knows there are more than a few who would kill to have Vince fall asleep in their arms, Turtle’s Psycho Girl was proof of that -- but that doesn’t change the way Eric feels about Vince. It doesn’t change the fact that Eric doesn’t think he has what Vince needs.

Eric loves him, but he’s pretty fucking sure he’s not in love with him. Eric’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be doing this if Vince didn’t insist that Eric’s what he needs, because he knows he doesn’t swing this way for anybody else. But Vince needs him, and Eric needs Vince, and it’s okay if they don’t need each other in the same ways. They’re friends, and everything they have is built on their friendship and what they’ve done together. No matter what else, they have something great, so if Vince is in love with him then Eric will let him be, because friends do for their friends; it’s how things are done.

-end-

Improv: ankle, green, pine, crown, dust