Fic: Cap and Gown (Vince/Eric, PG-13)
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allyndraTitle: Cap and Gown
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Vince/Eric
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, all that simmering subtext would be text, dammit.
Summary: Graduation day. Prompted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dancinbutterfly
Vince could be getting a blow job right now.
Allison Carruthers had all but spelled out what she was willing to do to him. All Vince had to do was slip away and meet her behind the gym, and she’d be on her knees in a heartbeat. He could picture it – the way she would shove his gown aside, parting the black fabric so it fell like a curtain around her face. The way her lipstick would smudge and smear as she went down, so that in every picture of this day that her parents proudly displayed, there would be a reminder of Vince, of how badly she wanted him.
Yeah, Vince could be getting a blow job right now, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t anywhere near the back of the gym and Allison’s mouth. He was standing in front of the school, cheeks aching with the effort of smiling, watching his family attempt to exercise their best behavior. It wasn’t pretty. Apparently, his dad’s best behavior included ogling the girls in Vince’s class, with their hair sprayed high and hard into curving fan shapes and their lips and eyes painted heavily, as if a mask of makeup would make the difference between the students they were yesterday and the graduates they were today.
Vince still didn’t know how his ma managed to get everyone here, clean and pressed and wearing ties. Johnny had flown out from LA, and Vince had to work to keep the grin off his face every time he saw someone in the milling crowd stare and whisper that Vincent Chase’s TV star brother was here. The rest of his brothers rolled their eyes and accused Johnny of having a swelled head, but Vince thought it was awesome. And not just because Johnny occasionally passed along a fan once he was done with her.
His ma was finally making motions to leave the pocket of proud mothers she’d been talking to for the last twenty minutes, and Vince started sidling away from his family, ready to make his escape the moment she released them. He was watching his mother as he moved, so he didn’t even know someone was beside him until he ran smack into him.
“Christ, Vince, look where you’re going,” E said, shoving at the shoulder Vince had just banged into him. His gown was unzipped and hanging open over the white button-up shirt he usually wore to church, and the stupid, flat cap was still sitting on his head.
Vince arched an eyebrow at him, feeling his fake, strained smile settle into a more familiar smirk. “Maybe if you were the size of a normal person, I’d see you,” he said. “I can’t always be looking around knee height to be sure I don’t step on you.”
“Very funny, asshole,” E said, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head back. It was probably supposed to look tough and belligerent, but the little tassel on his hat swung when he moved to bounce against his cheek. It’s hard to be afraid of a guy who has little satin threads fanning along his cheekbone, stark against the smooth, freckled skin.
“You wanna get out of here?” E asked. Vince shot a glance at his ma and saw that she was rounding up all of Vince’s brothers, which meant he didn’t have to stay here any more.
Back behind the gym, Allison Carruthers was waiting for him. She was cute and she was willing, and she was no competition for E’s expectant grin.
“Let’s go,” Vince said. He waved at his ma and Johnny to let them know he was taking off, then he dropped a heavy arm around E’s shoulder and let himself be led through the crowd. They walked past groups of chattering parents and a bunch of football players with silly string hanging in tangles all over them. There was a cluster of girls huddled together, sobbing about how the best years had just ended and now they’d never see each other again. Vince saw E pursing his lips and shaking his head at them.
“What?”
“Them.” E inclined his head toward the girls. “If they really cared all that much, they’d just stay friends.” He looked sideways at Vince, his eyes shadowed by the square brim of his hat. “You know you’re not getting rid of me that easy, right?”
Vince squeezed his shoulder, the unfamiliar fabric of his gown slick under Vince’s fingers. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m used to you now.”
E’s smile was blinding, and Vince didn’t even look around as they walked past the gym.
***
The nice thing about Sarah’s school was, about half the kids and three quarters of the parents were in show business, so nobody stared at Vince. He felt practically anonymous, sitting with E on his left and Ashton Kutcher on his right. (One of Demi’s girls was in Sarah’s class.)
Ari was sitting a few rows away. He’d bitched about the fact that there wasn't room for Vince with his family's seats, but the ushers had apparently seen scarier things than Ari Gold on a rampage. He’d shut up when the graduating class had filed in, craning his neck and elbowing his neighbors to get a better view of Sarah. For once, Mrs. Ari didn’t try to rein him in; she was worse than he was, nearly standing on her chair to get a good picture of her baby girl.
The band was playing Pomp and Circumstance, and that fucking song seemed to go on for centuries. Vince took advantage of the noise to lean close and whisper to E, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“When this is over, you think we could find the gym around here?” he asked. E gave him a look that blended indulgence with exasperation.
“Why?” he whispered back.
Vince gave him his very best wicked smile. “Something I never got around to at our graduation,” he said. E blinked at him and cocked his head to the side, but Vince just kept smiling.
He was pretty sure he could get a robe off one of the kids.
Author: Allyndra
Fandom: Entourage
Pairing: Vince/Eric
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: If they were mine, all that simmering subtext would be text, dammit.
Summary: Graduation day. Prompted by
dancinbutterflyVince could be getting a blow job right now.
Allison Carruthers had all but spelled out what she was willing to do to him. All Vince had to do was slip away and meet her behind the gym, and she’d be on her knees in a heartbeat. He could picture it – the way she would shove his gown aside, parting the black fabric so it fell like a curtain around her face. The way her lipstick would smudge and smear as she went down, so that in every picture of this day that her parents proudly displayed, there would be a reminder of Vince, of how badly she wanted him.
Yeah, Vince could be getting a blow job right now, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t anywhere near the back of the gym and Allison’s mouth. He was standing in front of the school, cheeks aching with the effort of smiling, watching his family attempt to exercise their best behavior. It wasn’t pretty. Apparently, his dad’s best behavior included ogling the girls in Vince’s class, with their hair sprayed high and hard into curving fan shapes and their lips and eyes painted heavily, as if a mask of makeup would make the difference between the students they were yesterday and the graduates they were today.
Vince still didn’t know how his ma managed to get everyone here, clean and pressed and wearing ties. Johnny had flown out from LA, and Vince had to work to keep the grin off his face every time he saw someone in the milling crowd stare and whisper that Vincent Chase’s TV star brother was here. The rest of his brothers rolled their eyes and accused Johnny of having a swelled head, but Vince thought it was awesome. And not just because Johnny occasionally passed along a fan once he was done with her.
His ma was finally making motions to leave the pocket of proud mothers she’d been talking to for the last twenty minutes, and Vince started sidling away from his family, ready to make his escape the moment she released them. He was watching his mother as he moved, so he didn’t even know someone was beside him until he ran smack into him.
“Christ, Vince, look where you’re going,” E said, shoving at the shoulder Vince had just banged into him. His gown was unzipped and hanging open over the white button-up shirt he usually wore to church, and the stupid, flat cap was still sitting on his head.
Vince arched an eyebrow at him, feeling his fake, strained smile settle into a more familiar smirk. “Maybe if you were the size of a normal person, I’d see you,” he said. “I can’t always be looking around knee height to be sure I don’t step on you.”
“Very funny, asshole,” E said, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head back. It was probably supposed to look tough and belligerent, but the little tassel on his hat swung when he moved to bounce against his cheek. It’s hard to be afraid of a guy who has little satin threads fanning along his cheekbone, stark against the smooth, freckled skin.
“You wanna get out of here?” E asked. Vince shot a glance at his ma and saw that she was rounding up all of Vince’s brothers, which meant he didn’t have to stay here any more.
Back behind the gym, Allison Carruthers was waiting for him. She was cute and she was willing, and she was no competition for E’s expectant grin.
“Let’s go,” Vince said. He waved at his ma and Johnny to let them know he was taking off, then he dropped a heavy arm around E’s shoulder and let himself be led through the crowd. They walked past groups of chattering parents and a bunch of football players with silly string hanging in tangles all over them. There was a cluster of girls huddled together, sobbing about how the best years had just ended and now they’d never see each other again. Vince saw E pursing his lips and shaking his head at them.
“What?”
“Them.” E inclined his head toward the girls. “If they really cared all that much, they’d just stay friends.” He looked sideways at Vince, his eyes shadowed by the square brim of his hat. “You know you’re not getting rid of me that easy, right?”
Vince squeezed his shoulder, the unfamiliar fabric of his gown slick under Vince’s fingers. “It’s okay,” he said. “I’m used to you now.”
E’s smile was blinding, and Vince didn’t even look around as they walked past the gym.
***
The nice thing about Sarah’s school was, about half the kids and three quarters of the parents were in show business, so nobody stared at Vince. He felt practically anonymous, sitting with E on his left and Ashton Kutcher on his right. (One of Demi’s girls was in Sarah’s class.)
Ari was sitting a few rows away. He’d bitched about the fact that there wasn't room for Vince with his family's seats, but the ushers had apparently seen scarier things than Ari Gold on a rampage. He’d shut up when the graduating class had filed in, craning his neck and elbowing his neighbors to get a better view of Sarah. For once, Mrs. Ari didn’t try to rein him in; she was worse than he was, nearly standing on her chair to get a good picture of her baby girl.
The band was playing Pomp and Circumstance, and that fucking song seemed to go on for centuries. Vince took advantage of the noise to lean close and whisper to E, his lips brushing the shell of his ear.
“When this is over, you think we could find the gym around here?” he asked. E gave him a look that blended indulgence with exasperation.
“Why?” he whispered back.
Vince gave him his very best wicked smile. “Something I never got around to at our graduation,” he said. E blinked at him and cocked his head to the side, but Vince just kept smiling.
He was pretty sure he could get a robe off one of the kids.
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