Fic: Game Day (Vince/Eric, PG-13)

[allyndra]

Title: Game Day
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Vince/Eric
Rating: PG-13 (a little cussing)
Wordcount: <500
Disclaimer: I don't even have room for a puppy; where would I keep these boys if I owned them?

Summary: The VIP box at the Super Bowl was a long, long way from Queens.

Note: Written for dancinbutterfly.


When they were kids, the Super Bowl was for cramming in around Eric’s TV, shouting and shoving and trying to bogart the chips. Eric’s ma would always roll her eyes up like she was asking for grace from God to put up with them, but she stocked up on snacks and store brand soda at the end of January every year, without Eric even asking. When they were younger, they’d fall asleep during the post-game, slumped against one another and curled around the cushions they’d pulled off the couch. Eric missed that, when they outgrew it; sitting around bullshitting about how they would have called the plays was fun, but it wasn’t the same as dozing off to the sound of Turtle’s snores competing with the sportscaster and the feeling of Vince’s hair brushing against his shoulder.

It seemed silly to miss watching the Super Bowl sprawled on his living room carpet when he was here, at the actual fucking game, watching from the VIP box. The supermodel who was dating Tom Brady kept flicking flirty glances at Vince, and Peyton Manning was in the corner acting like the best-qualified armchair quarterback ever. Turtle and Drama were leering at the cheerleaders in their tiny little uniforms, but Eric couldn't get excited about them. He sat next to Vince, neck tight with the feeling that he'd lost something.

Then Vince stretched out his arms, one across the empty seat next to him and one across the back of Eric’s seat, long fingers skating over his shoulders, and Eric felt some of the tension seep out of him. He shot Vince a crooked smile and was rewarded with the blinding grin that Vince saved for times when he was either really happy or being paid a shitload of money to look like he was really happy.

“You ever think we’d be here, E?” Vince asked, and Eric knew he wasn’t talking about Arizona.

“Always, Vince,” Eric told him. “I knew you’d get us here.” And even though that was a bald-faced lie – when Eric moved to L.A., he’d made sure he could get a transfer to a local Sbarro’s, just in case Vince’s acting couldn’t pay the bills – it felt like the truth. He’d always believed in Vince, he just hadn’t trusted Hollywood to appreciate him properly.

Vince’s arm was a warm comfort across his back, Turtle and Drama were bitching about the call the ref had just made, and the whole VIP box was starting to feel less surreal. Eric leaned back a little, pressing against Vince's arm. He might be watching the game in the VIP box, but suddenly it felt like home.

Comments

[crazy-thought.livejournal.com]

this is so good! there are so few entourage fics out there i was really excited to see a new one! great fic!

[allyndra.livejournal.com]

I tend to get excited when there's a new Entourage fic, myself. :o) Thank you for your lovely comment!