Fic: Pretty Boy (Eric/Vince, NC-17)
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allyndraTitle: Pretty Boy
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Eric/Vince
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I’m sure you’ll be startled to learn that I don’t own these characters. Surprise!
Summary: Eric was the first person who ever called Vince pretty.
Note: This was written as a bribe forrasah, as encouragement to quit smoking. Keep up the good work!
Note: This was written as a bribe for
rasah, as encouragement to quit smoking. Keep up the good work! ************************************************************************
Eric was the first person who ever called Vince pretty.
He dismissed Vince as too pretty for the basketball team, and Vince wanted to cry. He didn't, because being pretty was bad, but being a sissy who cried at school was just asking to get the crap beat out of you. So he didn't cry, but he did ignore Eric for the rest of the day, even when Eric made a really awesome fart noise in the middle of class, right when Marcy Phillips was bending over to pick up her pencil. Vince pretended he didn't see the way Eric looked at him to see if he was laughing, and he kept right on pretending after school, when he walked home without Eric for the first time since kindergarten.
Vince locked himself in the bathroom that night and stared hard into the mirror, standing on his tiptoes to get a better view. His eyes were big and startlingly light against his skin, his thick, black hair curled against his forehead and cheeks, and his lips were very pink. Vince traced his features with thoughtful fingers, irritated to realize that Eric had been right. He was pretty. Damn it!
Vince tried to pretend it didn't matter. He auditioned for the school play and told himself he got the part because he could act, not because he had long eyelashes and straight, white teeth. He learned his lines by heart and rehearsed them in the shower, recited them in bed at night, mumbled them under his breath on the way to school in the mornings. He was surprised by how much he liked it, how deeply he could lose himself inside the game of make believe, even in front of an audience. But when the mothers and grandmas and aunts all crowded around on opening night to tell him how wonderful he'd looked up there on the stage, he wanted to hide. They said 'handsome,' but he heard 'pretty.'
It didn't feel like a compliment. It felt like an excuse, the only reason he got to be in the spotlight when their kids weren't.
He was shuffling home from school one day, kicking rocks and stomping on all the crunchy leaves he could find, when Eric ran up beside him with a basketball under one arm, breathing little white puffs into the cool air. His hair was sticking up messily, and his jacket was dirty, but his smile was wide and open and a little hopeful.
"Wanna play ball?" he offered, bouncing on his toes like it was an effort to stay still long enough to ask.
Vince hesitated for a moment. He'd been stewing over the insult of being called pretty for weeks, and while he hadn't been able to ignore Eric that entire time, he hadn't spent much time with him, either. But he was young and the sky was that bright winter blue that made him want to run. And Eric's eyes almost matched the sky, blue and friendly and spurring him to action.
Vince shrugged. "Yeah, okay," he said.
"Cool! Race you to the court." And he was off, pelting away in a blur of blue jeans and red hair, and Vince could only scramble behind him.
They played for hours. Basketball in their neighborhood was a contact sport; by the time the game ended, Vince had a black eye from Paulie De Falco, leaves in his hair, and dirt on his nose and chin. But he'd held Paulie in a headlock until he said "Uncle," he'd scored the winning basket, and Eric had said Vince was the best actor in the fall play.
Vince looked in the mirror that night when he was brushing his teeth, and even with the black eye, he was still pretty. But he thought about Eric and basketball and acting and decided he didn't mind too much.
***
Lots of people called him pretty in Hollywood. They said it when they were kissing ass and wanted pay him compliments, they said it when they hated him and wanted to piss him off. Either way, it still felt like an excuse. He was a movie star because he was so fucking pretty, not because he was a great actor, not because he busted his ass on the set. Much as he liked the success (and the monetary rewards for the success) he hated hearing that dismissal in people's voices. Hated being just another pretty face.
That didn't stop him from using it to his advantage.
He smiled sweet charm all over the fans who asked for his autograph, building a loyal fan base who clamored to see his movies, and who gossiped online about who he was dating and who he was fucking (which weren’t the same thing at all). He aimed gleaming white charisma at the photographers and casting agents, making sure they remembered that while Vincent Chase might occasionally be a dick, while he rebelled hard-core
when someone tried to screw with his work, he still had what it took to sizzle on screen. He swept long, dark lashes modestly down over his pale eyes when reporters shoved microphones and cameras in front of him, playing "Vinny from the Block" for all he was worth (and doing it a hell of a lot better than J-Lo ever had).
He couldn't do much with it at home. Johnny and Turtle were immune to Vince's charm, and when he tried to finesse them, they told him to stop being a dick. He paid the bills, he could just ask for what he wanted instead of trying to make them his bitches. (Those were Turtle's words. Johnny just said, "Hey, bro. You know I got your back. You can save the dental work for the paparazzi.")
But E ... E liked to think he was immune. He could play it off fairly well, too, as long as they were focused on business. If they were talking scripts and opportunities, E could look at him and say, "Damn, Vince! If I had your face ..." with just the right amount of scorn to make it clear he wasn't impressed with Vince’s brains or instincts. Just enough scorn to make it seem like his interest in Vince's appearance was purely commercial. When E wasn't burying himself in his role as manager, though, Vince could get around him with a smile or a flash of big, sad eyes. He could get away with more if he happened to be shirtless at the time. Vince was a little bit addicted to the way E's blue eyes would flicker down to his chest, then back up to his face. No matter what, he wouldn't look back down until Vince put a shirt on, and no matter what, E couldn't say no to him while staring determinedly into Vince's pale, pretty eyes.
Vince had a secret goal to make E forget himself, to make him lose his shit in the middle of some meeting or business dinner, to make him look at Vince and forget all about Hollywood and contracts and percentages. He plotted for months - usually while high, but sometimes when he was lying in bed at night - wondering what he could do that would jar E right out of his manager mentality. It was ironic that when it finally happened, Vince wasn't even trying.
They were at a lunch meeting with Shauna, eating eggplant parmesan at a swanky little bistro that made Vince long for the squalid little Italian place his mom had always taken the family while his dad slept off his weekend. They were talking about a photo spread in GQ, and Vince gestured a little too widely with his fork and ended up with marinara on his hand and wrist. He lifted his hand to his mouth and licked the sauce off absently, nodding at Shauna's description, when he looked over and saw Eric.
E was staring at Vince. More accurately, E was staring at Vince's mouth, at the way his tongue was lapping red sauce from the inside of his wrist. Vince slowed down, made the motions more obvious. When he put one finger into his mouth to suck on it, he could have sworn E actually groaned. Vince had no idea how he made it through the rest of lunch. He kept brushing his foot against E's leg, licking his lips, shooting him little heated glances from under his lashes. All the things that usually made E lose track of what he was saying when they were just hanging out, that had never had an effect before during business. It was a power trip, and it fucking ruled.
E drove them home, and Vince had never been so glad not to have a license. From the passenger seat, he could rest his hand casually on the back of E's seat. He could sprawl with one foot up on the dash so when E glanced over, his eyes automatically went to Vince's crotch. E shifted in his seat, all but squirming, and Vince smirked and slid his hand forward just far enough to play with the hair at the nape of Eric's neck.
Turtle and Johnny were in the middle of some video game death match when they came in, and they didn't even look up as Vince guided E through the house, up to Vince's room. Vince had felt a moment of fear that now they were home, on familiar ground, that E would pull himself together, but he kept leaning back into Vince's hand at the small of his back, kept staring at Vince like he was wonderful and new, kept walking until they were in Vince's room with the door shut.
Vince had been thinking about this for so long that he was almost afraid to touch him. What if this sucked? What if E was a lousy lay? What if this destroyed the longest friendship in his life and lost him his manager? It had all seemed like a much better idea when he was high, frankly, and Vince wondered if he had a joint anywhere in his room. He was about to go look for one when E jumped him.
'Jumped him' wasn't even a figure of speech. E pounced, practically climbing Vince to kiss his mouth, his jaw, his throat, running his hands through Vince's hair the whole time. Vince had a second of being too surprised to move, and then he was right there with E, hands and mouth busy, clothes falling aside. Vince had always known that E was shorter than him, but it kept surprising him to have to lean down to kiss him. It was like E took up so much space in his mind, Vince had expected him to take up more space physically. When he slid his hand down and found E's cock, hard and surging in his hand, Vince had to grin. He'd found a part of E that matched Vince's big mental image.
E licked his way down Vince's neck and then down his chest and down his belly, and it really shouldn't have come as such a surprise when E was going down on him, because he'd been headed that direction for a while. But it did surprise him, almost shocked him, and Vince stared down in awe as E took him into his hot, wet mouth, sucking hard on the tip, then nibbling down the length. Vince had fucked half of Hollywood, and E wasn't nearly as good at this as some of the girls from the clubs, but the very idea of E on his knees for Vince was so hot that he almost blew his load in the first minute.
Lack of weed aside, Vince couldn't help feeling like this was a dream. He dropped his hands to Eric's head, grounding himself with the feeling of gelled hair under his fingers. E sucked harder, leaning into Vince's touch. When he looked up, his eyes dark and wide like Vince had never seen them before, Vince couldn't take it anymore. He came with a grunt and a push that almost knocked E over. E swallowed, grimacing at the taste like no girl Vince had ever been with had felt comfortable doing, and that was so real that Vince collapsed to the floor, taking E down with him.
He lay on his side, wrapping his body around E's. One hand found its way to E's cock, jacking it fast and firm while Vince touched him everywhere he could reach with the other hand. He wanted to kiss E, wanted to suck his nipples and lick his earlobes and find out if his belly button tasted any different from the rest of him, but if he did that, he wouldn't be able to watch. And holy fuck, watching E come apart was amazing. His fair skin was flushed, a pink stain that started in the middle of his chest and crept up his throat and over his cheeks. His pupils were blown wide, but the rim of blue around them was impossibly bright. Vince stroked his thumb over the head of E's cock, and E arched up off the floor, pushing with his heels so that Vince's weight was the only thing holding him down. Vince had always expected E to be noisy in bed, but E was nearly silent as he came, back bowed and hips thrusting hard.
The tension seeped out of E, and he relaxed back to the floor. Vince couldn't stop staring at him. When E turned his head and caught him doing it, his mouth quirked into a defensive smile. "What?" he demanded. Vince could see the shutters going up behind his eyes, and even though they were at home, E was getting ready to put on his manager mask and distance himself.
Vince disarmed him with a smile. "Did anyone ever tell you you're really pretty when you come?" he asked innocently, tightening his arm around E's chest.
E was still for just a second. "No, Vince. Nobody ever told me that." Vince pressed his smile against E's neck.
Vince was the first person who ever called Eric pretty.
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'insert dolphin noise here'
Date: 2007-09-19 07:44 pm (UTC)Loved the bookend sentences
Loved your Vince voice (SPOT-ON!)
Loved the imagery
Loved the way you described Eric losing his cool
Loved the seriously flail-worthy hotness of the love scene (i was going to say sex but i changed it, just seemed like the thing to do)
But mostly?
LOVED this line -
"It was like E took up so much space in his mind, Vince had expected him to take up more space physically."
You just summed up Eric PERFECTLY. And Kevin too :D
Thank You times a million ♥ ♥ ♥
Re: 'insert dolphin noise here'
Date: 2007-09-19 08:20 pm (UTC)Loved the bookend sentences I've had the first sentence in my head for months, but I wasn't quite sure what would follow. Now we know. :o)
Loved your Vince voice (SPOT-ON!) I don't think I've ever cussed as much in my life as I did in this story. (Really. I tried cussing when I was a teenager, but people usually laughed at me and said I sounded funny, so I stopped.)
Loved the seriously flail-worthy hotness of the love scene You don't know how happy that makes me. I'm incredibly self-conscious about my smut, so I'm thrilled that you found it hot.
Thank you for your beautiful comment!
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Date: 2007-09-19 09:36 pm (UTC)Re: 'insert dolphin noise here'
Date: 2007-09-20 09:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-09-19 10:38 pm (UTC)This was really well-done and very hot and sweet.
Thanks for writing!
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Date: 2007-09-20 06:34 am (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to comment!
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Date: 2007-09-19 10:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-20 06:39 am (UTC)I LOVE that E doesnt particularly like the taste of come One of my pet peeves in fic is when the author describes a character's come as being delicious, like ice cream or honey. I'm always like, "seriously, who have you been blowing?"
I'm so glad you enjoyed this. Thank you for taking the time to tell me so!
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Date: 2007-09-20 06:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-20 07:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-20 09:23 am (UTC)'finest cream' lol, that had me giggling my head off!
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Date: 2007-09-20 02:00 pm (UTC)Vince was the first person who ever called Eric pretty.
Oooh! Very nice! I love how you sandwich the story in between those two sentences, and how you show what Vince's prettiness has meant for him in his life, and how E factors into it, and how Vince earns to use it in so many ways - even as a weapon, and even against E.
And how it all turns out well even so, because they love each other. :-)
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Date: 2007-09-21 06:52 am (UTC)how Vince earns to use it in so many ways They really, really do.
Thanks for your kind words!
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Date: 2007-09-21 09:30 am (UTC)Can I just say, I am English and I LOVE the word 'cussing' I don't know why but it always makes me smile :o)
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Date: 2007-09-21 04:44 pm (UTC)I LOVE the word 'cussing' I grew up with the word 'cussing.' A lot of people say 'cursing' or 'swearing,' but 'cussing' just sounds right to me.
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Date: 2007-09-23 10:25 am (UTC)Just read your bio btw and must say - I am a word lover too, I use words people look at me funny for all the time (I think sometimes they suspect I have made them up!) but I am also a prolific user of slang and jargon so it probably does come off as a bit pretentious ... but my years of reading anything that gets close enough have given me to vast a vocabulary not to use it :o)
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Date: 2007-09-21 07:58 pm (UTC)Won't complain if you decide to write more... ^_^
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Date: 2007-09-24 03:32 am (UTC)your icon
Date: 2007-09-24 02:21 am (UTC)p.s. i absolutely love your story 'dropping eaves' the shmoop is absolutely sweet
Re: your icon
Date: 2007-09-24 03:19 am (UTC)And thanks for the fic comment!
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Date: 2007-10-10 07:31 pm (UTC)I loved Vince plotting to seduce Eric, taking his time and building it over years basically and then accidentally stumbling into it.
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Date: 2007-10-10 08:58 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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