Comfort: Eric used to think that going back to Queens was the only way he could go home again, but walking through the front door and kissing Vince for five minutes in the entryway is now his very definition of coming home.
Kiss: Vince could pretend that all of this really began that time Eric kissed him after the party in Malibu, when they both know it's been going on for more than twenty-five years.
Soft: Turtle shuts the door softly when he sees Eric and Vince sprawled out on the sofa together, the indigo lights flickering brightly on the wall as Sports Center plays mutedly on the plasma.
Pain: It's only when Eric says "Sloan said yes" that Vince really believes that it's over for good.
Potatoes: "C'mon, Baby Bro," Johnny tells him proudly one night as he makes dinner, "everybody knows that mashed potatoes are the way to E's heart."
Rain: Vince's eyes are dark and wild as lightning illuminates the room behind him, giving Eric just enough light to see what he's grasping at as he tugs his best friend down by his tattered Ramones tee.
Chocolate: Eric only punches Turtle twice in the shoulder for stealing the expensive truffles Vince sent from the set in Paris for missing their first Valentine's Day together.
Happiness: The press of the cold metal ring on his neck as Vince kisses him for the first time as his husband goes down as the best feeling of Eric's life.
Telephone: His BlackBerry buzzes miserably across the marble desk, the only way Eric knows for sure that Vince is still sorry for laughing when Eric called him Baby at breakfast.
Ears: "I love your little elfish ears, E," Vince coos softly in the elevator, "and I don't give a fuck what Ari says."
Name: "Do you think they'd figure it out of I started going by Vincent Chase-Murphy professionally?"
Sensual: 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.
Death: Eric holds Vince's hand so tightly at his mother's funeral that his knuckles are still purple four hours later.
Sex: "I've given you everything I have, Vince, and I think it's about time you start paying me back right now."
Touch: They used to touch like this all the time when they were kids, before they knew what words like "queer" and "fag" and "fairy" could do to a guy from Queens and his Hollywood Golden Boy of a best friend.
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.
Tears: Eric's voice is inaudible in the dark as he whispers his confession, "She makes me almost as happy as you made me."
Speed: Vince only had a few seconds to think before the car careened head on into the truck, and Eric Murphy monopolized his every thought.
Wind: The Santa Anas always left all of Los Angeles feeling a little bit reckless, and the four boys from Queens were no exception.
Freedom: "I don't give a fuck what you or Hollywood thinks, Ari," Eric said before kissing Vince soundly on the red carpet at the Academy Awards, sending off a flurry of camera flashes around them.
Life: He wasn't sure of many things right now, but Eric Murphy was always going to be the best thing that ever happened to him.
Jealousy: "Even if I flirt with the girls a little, you know that I'm always coming home at the end of the night with you, E."
Hands: Vince held a cold compress to Eric's bloody knuckles as he looked up at him in wonder and said, "I still can't believe you punched out Harvey for me."
Taste: He still couldn't get used to flavored lip gloss again after the taste of Eric's mint chapstick.
Devotion: The longest relationship that either of them would ever know was the one they had with each other, whether it was business or friendship or something more.
Forever: "I was all in the minute I followed you out to California, Vin," Eric said one night in bed, "so of course I'm gonna roll the dice with you one more time."
Blood: Vince pricked his forefinger and pressed it to E's when they were six years old, entwining their fates for the rest of their lives.
Sickness: The guy at Al-Anon told Eric and his mother that his father's addiction was a disease, and years later, that's the only way to explain Eric's obsession with Vince.
Melody: Watching Vince sing to their daughter in the nursery, Eric still can't help but think he would have been an amazing Joey Ramone.
Star: When the bright lights fade and Hollywood has forgotten his name, Vince is happy to know that he will still be the leading man in E's life.
Home: Vince takes the first flight he can find back to Queens when Eric tells him that he just can't do this anymore.
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.
Fear: "C'mon, E, I'll even buy you popcorn," Vince whispers in his ear one afternoon when they're thirteen and Turtle is trying to convince him to see The Shining, "and I won't even tell anyone if you need to hold my hand."
Thunder: He thinks about that old Garth Brooks song that his mother used to sing sometimes when Vince comes home late, lipstick smeared across his cheek and his collar smelling like Chanel perfume.
Bonds: Turtle agrees to be Eric's best man and Johnny's standing up there next to Vince and it's the four of them, just like always, against the world.
Market: Turtle still doesn't understand why Vince tells Maxim that his favorite thing to do on a Saturday afternoon is go to the farmer's market with Eric, but it keeps him stocked with plenty of girls for at least the next three weeks.
Technology: Five-thousand miles doesn't feel so far as Vince's beautiful face fills the screen of his laptop in Australia, whispering promises about how "It's only twenty-four more hours, Baby."
Gift: It makes Vince almost hard just seeing Eric twist the band of the ridiculously expensive watch he got him after Gatsby scored the Oscar nomination and even harder hours later when Eric's beneath him wearing only that.
Smile: Eric knows exactly what that Cheshire grin means, the one that tells him that they are both fucked...literally.
Innocence: Ten-year-old Eric had no idea what he what he was saying when he told Vince to quit the basketball team and try out for the school play instead, but that moment pretty much changed everything.
Completion: "That's a wrap," Eric just barely managed to say before Vince tackled him in front of everyone, kissing him deeply as a reward for wrapping his first film as a director.
Clouds: A puffy cumulus cloud and Vince's even puffier hair are the first thing he sees when he comes to after almost drowning at 4-H summer camp.
Sky: His eyes are so blue when he looks down at Eric hopefully, imploring him to just promise that everything is going to be okay as long as they still have each other.
Heaven: Eric can't help but think how right Johnny is when he comments that the Coq au Vin was a gift from God.
Hell: His mother's Catholic guilt is worse than any review when they finally come out, so they spend every Sunday that summer in the third pew at St. Agnes.
Sun: Vince's amused smile is so bright that E barely hears Ari call him the luckiest leprechaun cocksucker on the West Coast.
Moon: The moon looked the same in Los Angeles as it did in Queens, and sometimes that was the only comfort either of them had.
Waves: The need to have Vince in his bed comes to him in waves, ebbing and flowing in time to the moments when knows that he can have him and the moments that he actually does.
Hair: His black curls cascade over the pristine white sheets, and Eric realizes that Shauna was right – Vince would be a fucking beautiful Jesus.
Supernova: The critics and tabloids might say that Vincent Chase's star exploded when Aquaman was released five years ago, but he would always trace that moment to when he was six years old and a mouthy Irish redhead from Queens agreed to be his best friend.
Author's Note: I will be using these 50 prompts over the next year to do 50 oneshots in the lovely but small Entourage fandom. Hopefully someone will actually read and enjoy these!