Weakness.
His greatest weakness in life was his inability to say no to Vincent Chase, and that was how he found himself tied to the corners of his best friend's four-poster bed.
"Come on, E, just relax a little," Vince taunts him softly, his barely inaudible voice husky with desire. Eric can make out Vince's dark blue eyes as he crawls wantonly up the bed. His fingers trace up E's calf and over his knee, finding that spot on the inner thigh that drives Eric wild. Vince chuckles, causing his face to fall forward and his curls to tickle Eric's bare skin. "You still love that, huh?"
Vince knows that Eric still loves it because it is one of his trademark moves. Whenever Eric gets tense in a business meeting, all it takes is Vince sliding his hand under the table and up his leg to distract him. He's used it more than once during dinners with Ari. And usually Eric could grab Vince's hand and direct where he really wanted it, but the silk ties currently binding into his wrists prevented him from seeking relief.
"You know, E, you really shouldn't have bet against the Lakers," Vince teases him. This whole damn thing had started over a basketball game. Of course, it really didn't matter who lost; they'd both end up winners before the night was over. "I mean, you could have been torturing me right about now..."
Eric didn't want to tell Vince that this so-called punishment barely counted as torture. In fact, as he watched Vince swirl his tongue around his belly button, Eric was pretty convinced that he might have actually won without knowing it. "I never bet against the Knicks," Eric manages, his words stunted by a sharp inhale. "Unlike you, I still remember where I come from."
"I just know a smart bet when I see one, E," Vince replies as his tongue dips lower and then back up again. He smiles devilishly, a lot like the one he'd used in Head On that had first driven girls all across America crazy. Eric had first seen it when he was fifteen and came out of the locker room sweaty after baseball practice. "Besides, I like watching you get like this for me. Only for me, right?"
"Only for you as long as you keep doing that thing with your tongue," Eric agrees. Vince is at his side now, his hands wandering over Eric's lower body while his tongue, mouth and lips work over E's collarbone and neck. Eric and Vince never really talked about this, whatever this was. They just let it happen when it happened. Sometimes it was for weeks at a time, and others, they would go for months without a night like this. Vince could be terribly romantic and sweet, or he could be demanding and intoxicating. Eric prefers both sides of him and all the ones between. "Yeah, just like that, Vin."
"Like this?" Vince asks, his hands grasping Eric forcefully while nipping on his earlobe. Eric nods silently as Vince pumps him a few times. "You like that, E?" Eric mumbles incoherently in response, his head lulling to the side while Vince fully took control. "What about this?" The question is low and I Eric's ear as Vince rolls on top of them. They are pressed together tightly, their bodies grinding in just the right places. "Come on, E, look at me." His eyes dart open and burn into Vince's.
Suddenly, Vince wants to feel Eric's arms around him. Vince is pulling at the silk desperately, his mouth locked to Eric's as he tries and fails to undo the binds. Eric ends the kiss and nudges Vince with his thigh. Vince knows to slow down his pace and finally gets the ties unwound. Eric's fingers tangle in Vince's curls instantly as one of his leg comes up to wrap around Vince's waist. They're rutting against each other like sweaty teens in their parents' basement.
It goes on like that for awhile and then it's over. Vince falls onto Eric's chest heavily, his body wracked with exhaustion. Eric strokes his bare back affectionately, murmuring sweet nothings to his satiated lover. It is this part, the afterwards, when Vince's softness came out. "Hey, Vin?"
Vince is barely awake but manages to turn his head to meet Eric's loving gaze. "Hmm?"
"I'm kind of glad I lost."
"I'm kind of glad, too," he smiles, reaching up to pat Eric's cheek. "I'm going to sleep."
A comfortable silence settles over the room, and before long, Eric feels Vince's breath become steady on his chest. He's still stroking Vince back but feels far from sleep.
His greatest weakness in life was his inability to say no to Vincent Chase, and that was how he found himself perfectly content to watch Vince sleep and feel his weight against him.
