Confusion.
Eric tries not to think too much as Vince presses him against the bathroom door in Eric Roberts' rusty Winnebago, forgetting about the 'shrooms and focusing on Vince's tongue sliding past his lips.
It was just supposed to be a day away from the city, but instead, they'd been tripping balls for hours. Eric hadn't said more than a handful of words all day, and Vince had been waxing poetic about actually doing Benji. Turtle was still freaked out and feeling alone, while Drama liked to pretend that he hadn't been affected by any of it. Ari was mostly just crying about how his wife was going to kill him and plotting how he was going to kill Lloyd in return.
A small moan escapes past his lips involuntarily as Vince's hand travels south of Eric's waistline and cups him through his shorts. "Oh, God," he mutters in Vince's ear as his best friend works his hand and his tongue over different parts of E's body. "Don't stop."
Vince peaks up at him and raises an eyebrow indicating that wasn't going to be happening any time soon before returning his attention to pushing up Eric's undershirt so that he can lave kisses over his abs. Eric's fingers sink into Vince's hair and pull gently, pressing him on in his journey. "Like that," Eric murmurs as Vince pulls down on his zipper and peels his shorts to the floor. Eric tries to pull Vince to his feet but fails, sending them both crashing to the floor. E's fairly certain that everyone has to know what's going on now but can't find the commonsense to care. He just wants more of Vince on and around him.
He knows that his best friend had been adventurous in a variety of locations so it isn't surprising that Vince knows how to angle and maneuver them so that everything works. And it definitely works, from the way their bodies fit together to their mutual release to the breathy aftermath when Vince crumbles to the floor and pulls Eric down beside him in an awkward holding position. Both their chemically induced and their sexual highs are wearing off, but Eric still doesn't have it in him to care. This just feels right, even if it is a bit tawdry for his usual tastes.
"Are you still high?"
Eric looks down at his hands and then up at Vince. "Not so much, no. You?"
"I'm pretty sure I wasn't even high when we came in here," Vince admits. His voice is thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. Eric has to smile at the thought that he has something to do with it. "So, um, that was good."
A small chuckle escapes from Eric's pursed lips. "Fuck, yeah." Vince grins widely at his best friend and ducks his head, looking a lot like the kid Eric knew back in the neighborhood who only cared about the reviews E gave him after the school play. "Do you think the other guys..."
"Probably."
"Probably," Eric repeats with a curt nod. Yeah, so that was going to be awkward. This should probably be awkward, but for some reason, it's just not. He's not really sure what is going on. Every ounce of logic has flown out of his body in the afterglow of being in Vince's arms.
Vince watches him for a moment. He knows that Eric is thinking but he can't figure out what he is thinking or even why he is thinking. His brain is pretty broken after that. "Stop."
Eric doesn't ask what Vince means as he apologizes, "Sorry."
"We'll figure it out later."
"Yeah?" E asks with a raised eyebrow. He thinks to himself and then nods. "Yeah."
"Now let's make out some more," Vince whines.
Eric throws his head back and laughs. "Sure, what the hell." They have all the time in the world to figure it out.
