Sensual.

A thousand flashing cameras and Eric has never been so nervous. He's pretty sure that he could have a heart attack any moment, and Vince is by his side, totally unphased, looking sexy as hell in that Hugo Boss suit Shauna had sent over last minute. Turtle is behind him with some girl he picked up at lunch that day, and Drama is content to walk the carpet alone, not wanting some random hookup to steal his limited limelight. Ari is shooting daggers his way but plastering on a smile whenever Vince glances at his agent, something he's not doing so much now that all of his attention is focused on his best friend and manager.

"This is pretty cool," he says softly as they pause to smile for cameras, Vince's arm draped causally around his waste. He's standing a little closer than he usually does, taking up even more of Eric's space just because he can. Vince answers some question about his latest project and smiles for the photographer and nudges Eric gently to prod him to do the same. Just before they've reached the next camera crew waiting to interview them, Vince stops and turns to look at E. "You're okay with being here, right? I mean, like this. I know we talked about it, but I know it's a lot to take in."

And just like that, when Vince is being the same understanding dope that made him fall in the first place, everything shifts back into place and Eric is sure that everything is going to be fine. So it's Eric who reaches for his hand and tugs Vince toward the next reporter and laughs when she makes an awkward comment about their changed relationship and grins like a fool in love at the camera.

Half way through the movie, Vince gets up and hides out in the lobby, the usual premiere jitters coursing through his veins. Eric comes to find him, carrying a box of Red Vines like he did when they were kids and Vince would get freaked out by a horror movie. He's sitting on a bench below a huge poster of his face, looking like a scared fifth grader waiting for his mom to come pick him up.

"Nervous?" E asks as he drops heavily onto the bench next to Vince. He nods silently, takes the piece of licorice offered to him and rests his head on E's shoulder. "Vin, they are loving this movie. You know that you did good work on it. The critics are already talking nominations. Don't let it get to you. I know this movie was important to you, but it's amazing. It's gonna do well."

Vince looks at him and knows that he will believe it because Eric believes it and that's never led him wrong once in his life before. But that's not what's bothering him really. "This movie isn't even the most important thing I've done today, E," Vince says softly, reaching for Eric's hand and threading their fingers together just so they can be further connected. He is always so on for the public, for the cameras, for the paparazzi, even for the people in his life. But it's different with Eric. He can just be himself and decompress and be quiet with E. "You really think it's good, right?"

"I think it's amazing, Vin," Eric promises, leaning over to kiss his dark curls absently. "What do you say we blow off the rest of the movie and the after party? I happen to have an advanced screening DVD waiting at home. We could watch the rest of the movie in bed at home."

"What about Ari and Drew? He was a great director, I kind of owe it to the studio and him to stick around," Vince starts to reason before snapping his jaw shut. How often does E encourage him to blow of his responsibilities and obligations in exchange for an evening in bed? "You know what, screw it. There is no where else I'd rather watch this movie for the first time than in bed with you."

"Good," Eric replies before standing up and reaching out his hand to Vince again. Then there's that lopsided smile, the one that E only saw show up for the first time the night they kissed after an exceptionally long shoot on the very film they're about to go home and watch. "C'mon, take me home."

It doesn't take Eric asking twice before Vince is pulling him out the door and toward the curb to wait for the limo. There are still fans and cameras littering around outside, waiting to get candids of everyone as they leave the theater and head to the after party at whatever club is hot that week. For the first time in a long time, Eric doesn't seem to mind them and Vince doesn't even see them. Kissing Eric with his eyes open while waiting for the limo outside the theater is the single sexiest thing Vince has ever done, even with the paparazzi buzzing fifteen feet from them. And later, when they're home in bed and the credits are rolling, E rolls over, kisses Vince and promises that this is the that's going to be his Oscar nomination. And Vince is pretty sure that's the sexiest thing Eric has ever done.