Turtles are Not for Cuddling
an Entourage story
by Daphi
"Please just leave me alone! My head is fucking killing me," Eric Murphy groaned, trying to block out the pounding on his bedroom door. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he pulled the pillow off of his head. "Fine! Come in!" He called. Opening his eyes he saw Vincent Chase sliding into the room.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Vince smirked as he closed the door.
"You asshole! Since when do you knock?" Eric asked, coughing lightly.
"Since you started sleeping through my meetings with important producers, E," Vince retorted without missing a beat. He sat down on the edge of Eric's bed.
"What?!" Eric sat up quickly, but immediately regretted it as the pain intensified in his head and little black spots danced across his vision. With a groan, he clutched at his head and fell back against the pillows.
"Relax, I was kidding," Vince said, becoming alarmed. "I have no meetings today, I don't think. It's just getting late and I didn't think that you wanted to sleep the entire day away. And you can consider this payback for last week when you and Turtle woke me up with those squirt guns."
"That was funny," Eric protested. "This was just mea-huh-mean. hup-TSHOOOOOOO! Huh-eh-huheschhhhhhhh! uhhuh-schooooooo!" Eric turned away from Vince and sneezed against his fist.
"I think it was hysterical," Vince murmered, his eyebrows knotting in worry. Vince had known Eric long enough to realize when his best friend was feeling ill. "When did you start feeling sick?"
"I don't know. Late yesterday, maybe," Eric confessed. "I'm sure I'm okay. It's probably not as bad as it seems. I'll be fine by tomorrow," Eric tried to sit up, but Vince pushed him back down.
"You will be fine when I say so," Vince said firmly. "As your boss, I refuse to let you work. And, as your friend, it is my job to care for you."
"Really?" Eric asked grabbing for the box of tissues next to his bed. He took a couple and blew his nose softly.
"Really. My mission today is to make you feel better. Cuddle with you; run to the store for you; cook for you-"
"Cook?" Eric interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "You're going to cook?"
"Well, Drama is going to cook. And Turtle will go to the store for you, but the cuddling is all mine." Vince pointed at himself, as if to emphasize the point.
"Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, you might catch my cold," Eric said his sentence jumbling together at the end as he tried to finish before he sneezed again. "huh-tchhhhh! huh-eh-huhshhhhhhh! tchhh! tchhh! tchhhh! huh-hah-hahtchhhhhhh!"
"Bless you, E. And I could always make Turtle cuddle with you, but germs don't scare me. And I think I might actually enjoy this task," Vince replied with a wink and a flash of his charming smile. He leaned closer to Eric and brushed his forehead with a light kiss. "You know, you are the only person I've ever been able to cuddle with and not have it turn into sex."
"Is that suppossed to be a compliment?" Eric asked. He found himself melting into the warmth of VInce's body as the movie star curled up under the blankets with him.
"What do you think?" Vince countered as he wrapped his arms around Eric's smaller frame.
"I think I'm glad you kept the task of cuddling for yourself," Eric admitted, blushing and smiling a bit. He snuggled into VInce, sniffling the tickle in his nose away.
"Yeah, me, too. I mean after all, Turtles aren't for cuddling, anyway," Vince murmered into the top of Eric's head as the other man drifted back to sleep.
The Entourage boys are not mine. If they were I would totally have the sexual tension between Eric and Vince amount to something.
Notes: I apologize for any grammer/spelling mistakes, I am sure there are many.
Written for weekly hatching bunny #159- General Bunny- Opening line: Please, just let me sleep; my head is killing me.