| Okay, so it's
one thing suggesting he takes off with Johnny and Turtle
for a weekend away to let E off the hook, but when he
drops into bed at
gone two that morning he can't sleep, can't stop thinking
about
it. He stares at the ceiling and relives all their
trips in his
head; from back when they were kids and he went on
vacation with the
Murphys, to the last time they were in Napa with Kristen
and… whatever
his girl of the moment's name was. They always go
away together,
double date, share a cabin, a villa, an apartment… he
wants to know how
long has E been feeling like this, and why. Aside from claiming he didn't want to hurt Vince's feelings - which is bullshit for a start - E hasn't given any kind of logical or even illogical explanation. Maybe he just wants to be alone with Sloan but he can do that here in Hollywood. Maybe he's worried Vince will overshadow him but he's never worried about that before - his ego's not that much smaller than Vince's and it's a hell of a lot better developed. Besides, he isn't Sloan's type, she's made that perfectly clear. E is her type, big time apparently. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knows he's being childish but he enjoys being away with E and that's the problem. He loves Johnny, he loves Turtle but sometimes he just needs some quality time with his best friend. Sure, there are girls now, but that doesn't matter. Girls shop, girls are happy to lie at a poolside and tan, meanwhile he and E can go into town, sink a couple of cold ones, talk about everything and nothing and reaffirm the bond between them; that bond born the day E punched school bully Ben Massey in the face and saved Vince from a real beating. Moving E to this town was supposed to keep them together, instead it feels like it's pulling them apart. Poetic, huh? In hindsight, though, that maybe isn't the best opening line when he knocks on the door of E's room until he's woken not only E but Turtle and Arnold too. E's just standing naked, half-asleep, holding open the door to his room, listening and staring at Vince like he's lost his mind. "What?" "Sorry, I was rehearsing that line all the way down the stairs, it kinda stuck." He shrugs. "Can we talk?" E sighs and steps back with a sweep of his arm. "Can I put some clothes on?" Vince nods, feeling suddenly nervous. "Please." He definitely doesn't watch his best friend pull on a pair of shorts and a light blue shirt, leaving it unfastened so he definitely doesn't let his eyes wonder to E's tattoo. He remembers him getting it, remembers going with him, stoned and a little drunk. The glimmer of pain in E's eyes while a guy covered in ink fixed the design on E's ginger-haired skin was the most incredible turn-on and that night he jerked E off in the Murphys' living room while E's family slept upstairs. The one and only time. Twelve years ago. He sits down on the edge of the kingsize bed and instead of staring at E he stares at the crumpled sheets. "Why don't you want to go on this trip with me?" He blurts it out like he blurted out that line when E opened the door. E sighs, rolls his eyes. "I knew you'd be like this, it's why I put it on Sloan." "But we've always gone on trips together. Why now? Or have you always resented me being there?" "Jesus, Vince, of course not!" "I like going on trips together." "I know." "So why not this time?" E slumps down next to him. "We're grown men now, Vince, I'm with Sloan… you're with a different girl every few hours." It's a familiar bite but for once it stings a little. "We don't have to go on vacation together like we're still kids." "That's bullshit! You love going away with me! That trip we took to the Grand Canyon last month, you loved it!" An image flashes into his mind; E in the Aston, roof down, Mosley Tribe Pilots shading his eyes from the blazing sun. He looked so fucking happy that weekend as they left Hollywood behind and drove the nine hours to the Sedona Range resort. And suddenly he realises, "It's because it was just you and me!" E glares at him and he's sure he's right. "What is it? Can't get it up with another guy close by?" But he knows from experience that isn't true. "Worried Sloan will start wanting me while we're away?" "Oh, please. I don't date women who want you, Vince." "Everyone wants me, E." "Not everyone." He stresses it, making a point that sails over Vince's head. "So what is it?" He obviously doesn't want to talk about it but they both know from past times that Vince isn't going to drop the subject until he gets an answer he can at least understand. "I don't like listening to another guy having sex." He says it so indignantly that it almost makes Vince laugh. "What are you talking about?" As kids their earliest attempts at bra straps and panty elastic had been within feet of each other; in the same room, in the same car, on the same bleacher. For years they've heard one another in the throes of orgasm, some nights Vince used to listen and let the sounds of E's pleasure trigger his own. "I just don't, okay?" He smiles, embarrassed. "It puts me off my stride." "I can't believe anything puts you off your stride." "Well you do." Freudian slip? "I do." He corrects himself. "Other men do." "Oh, no. You said I do. Am I too good? Do I show you up? I make my girl make more noise than yours?" "Jeez, how old are you, twelve? You're being a dick." "I'm just trying to find out why you don't want to go on this trip with me." "I've told you. You don't believe me, that's your problem." "I don't believe you." Time for a different approach. "You're my best friend, E, and not only are you saying you don't want me around, you're lying to me." "Christ…." "I just wanna know, otherwise I'm gonna spend the rest of my life paranoid. What is it? I embarrass you? I snore too loudly? I yell when I come? What?" It's the best friend card that always wins with E. He constantly worries he'll lose that 'status' with Vince and Vince can't understand it because E's been there his whole life, he can't even imagine that ever changing. E gets up off the bed, exasperated, stalks the room for a couple of paces then turns, faces him, arms by his sides, palms out. "Okay, I'll tell you. But… you're not going to like it." Something does a flip-flop at the base of Vince's stomach. E's gonna tell him he's leaving, moving out, wants to go away with Sloan to propose to her. The idea makes him feel vaguely sick and he really doesn't know why. "We're best friends, E. Just fucking tell me already!" He hesitates, but finally he says, "You remember the threesome with Sloan, and how I wanted her friend?" Vince nods, lost, no idea where this is going. "You told me it was because I couldn't have her. That if I fucked her, got it out my system, I wouldn't want her anymore." He nods again, remembering but not yet seeing the light. "She's not the only one I can't have and really, really want." To be fair on himself, it's late, he's slightly drunk, slightly stoned - nothing unusual there - hasn't had much sleep. So, yeah, E has to say it. "I want you, Vince. I've wanted you for ages, and I can't have you. And I can deal until I'm lying the other side of a hardboard wall listening to you fuck some random girl, then it drives me crazy." Relief is the first emotion. Then it's astonishment. Then arousal, sharp and unyielding. He goes from hurt to seductive in a second, leaning forward across the mattress, palms flat on the white sheets, lifting up, fingers spread, looking up at E from under long lashes. "Who says you can't have me?" E's the cutest thing when he's flustered. And that look alone sends more blood flowing south. "Okay, yeah, get all the jokes and the teasing over with now and be done with it. But please, please don't tell the guys." E's only ever insecure around Vince, it's so endearingly sweet. "Who says I'm teasing?" Reaching out he's close enough to just ghost his fingertips across the back of E's hand. "I want you too, E." Walking his fingers across freckled skin he hooks them around E's little finger and pulls it towards him. "Come on, baby." "Ah, Vince, don't, man…." But despite himself, he's taken a tiny step toward the bed. Still holding E's hand, Vince sits up, erection obvious in his shorts. "You know you've done this to me more than once? You're an attractive guy and I already love you, so come on, fuck me; get it out of your system." Another step and E's dick's taking a real interest now. Vince lets go of his finger and slides his palm across the tenting, forcing a small strangled sound from E who looks down. Seeing that, Vince trails his fingernails along the length of him through the thin material. "Fuck, Vince…." "Yes. Please. Don't make me beg." Another step and E's knee hits the edge of the mattress. "No crooning, okay? This is me, not some fucking girl." "I can't call you 'baby'?" He gets his hand up the inside leg of the blue shorts and his fingers touch silky skin. His cock jumps and his body's starting to feel like it's on fire. He hasn't been this turned on in a long, long time. "Not even when you're inside me?" "Oh, Christ." It's low and sexy and in the next breath E's mouth covers his, E's tongue's reaching for his tonsils, E's hands on his shoulders, in his hair. It's fucking perfect. Still kissing, he grabs E and pulls him down to the bed, toppling backwards, ending up in a tangle of limbs, erections colliding and lighting sparks in Vince's balls. He can't touch enough, getting E's shirt and shorts off, stripping naked himself and getting as much skin as possible pressed against his best friend. He's hairy, hard, and his kissing's obscene. It's the opposite of being with a girl in every way. Every way. Because this time Vince's heart is as involved as his body. This is E, the most important person in his life, and he wants this to be better than good, better than great, he wants E smiling for the next month because of tonight. He wants not to be able to walk tomorrow too, but that's apparently going to take more persuasion because right now E's heading for his cock with his glorious mouth and if his kisses are amazing, that mouth on his dick is fucking paradise. It takes real willpower to drag him away, to pull him up so he's lying on top of Vince, chest to chest, E's erection hard against his belly. It's the most erotic sensation in the world. He wraps his whole body - legs and arms - around E and rolls them to the side so that he's more on top, looking into wide blue eyes and feeling at that moment like his soul is making love. "Fuck me," he murmurs, and E just stares at him. "Please." "I thought you were kidding around." It's a whisper; he really, really wants this, Vince can tell by the jump of his cock, the tensing of his fingers against his skin, the catch in his voice. "I'm not kidding around, I'm not playing games. I want you inside me. You're the only one I can ask, the only one I would ever trust enough." "Have you done this before?" Another whisper; as much as he wants this, he won't be the first. "Couple of times, back East. Never out here. And I never will if you say no." It's not really fair but it's the only way he can think of to get what they both so obviously want. E lifts his head slightly, nips Vince's bottom lip between his teeth and kisses him; long, deep, slow. "I'm not gonna say no. I'll do anything for you, you know that." "Don't do it for me, do it for you. Do it to me." While there are enough condoms in the bedside drawer to stock the Playboy mansion, there's a quick scramble into the en suite to find something suitable to use as lube. Not once does Vince let E out of his sight or touch until he gets E on his back again on the bed and can trace the intricate design of his tattoo with the tip of his tongue. "I love this on you," he murmurs, lips sealing over one nipple. E gasps, gets his fingers in Vince's black hair, and pulls him away gently. "You do that for much longer, I won't be able to fuck you." Message received loud and clear. He lets E up, settles on his front, presenting what he thinks has to be an enticing proposition, but E isn't having it. "On your back. When I've thought about this, you've always been watching me when I fuck you." It's not just a swell to Vince's ego when he hears that. "You jerk off thinking about me?" He shrugs, all honesty now. "Sometimes. That's what you do when you want someone, Vince." "Next time I jerk off, I'm gonna think about you." E rolls his eyes, kneels up and as Vince is making room for him between his thighs, he slides down the bed. Before Vince can ask where he's going, a hot, wet tongue starts to lick the back of his balls and he closes his eyes, a long, low expletive escaping his throat. He's like some sort of pro, and Vince is finding he doesn't like the idea of E's tongue in some other guy's ass. He doesn't like the idea of any part of E that close to any part of any other guy. It doesn't sit right, especially when he finally straightens up, presses the head of his cock against Vince's hole and slides inside like he fucking belongs there. No pain, just a blissful pleasure which turns into an explosion when E stretches out over him and starts to slide across his prostate with every long thrust in and out. Vince has to half-sit up to kiss him, but it traps his leaking cock against E's slick belly and now he can feel every long movement in two places and there are fireworks going off in his brain. He's vaguely aware of E saying something, then he's very aware of him coming, buried deep inside him and it's the best thing he's ever felt. His own orgasm hits like a freight train and he drops back, E's name coming like a mantra from his mouth, arms locked around the hot body collapsed on top of him, holding him, making sure he stays right there until he can think clearly just in case E thinks it's okay to cut and run. This is his room but it wouldn't stop him from leaving. He doesn't. He does eventually slide out carefully, wriggle from Vince's grasp to get rid of the condom, then to Vince's relief comes crawling back onto the bed. Vince grabs him, kisses him, settles him in his arms so that when he falls asleep he's got his back to Vince's chest, their legs tangled, fingers laced together. When he wakes in the morning some of his appendages won't have any feeling in them but it doesn't matter, he doesn't care. E's worth it. E's worth more than he could ever put into words but he falls asleep trying. |