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It takes a fighter to close that shit out. It's the Hotel Roosevelt, Paris has already come (haha) and gone. Lilo had it out with the little sister from Buffy. Brandon Davis got his ass handed to him by Bam Margera. It's a Thursday night and someone is waiting for him at the Hotel Angelenos, out by the 405. Meaning, it's a 20 to 40 minute cab ride

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"The fuck is all the jail-bait wants to fuck you, Vin."

Kiss. Ari meant to say 'kiss you', but it came out 'fuck you' instead, and there's probably more truth in that. Ari has an arm slung around Vince shoulder, but it isn't helping to steady him. They're both unsteady. Ari glares at the parking lot.

"I don't see my fucking car."

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"What? We're waiting for your car?" Vince says, because he's just realized they are outside on the sidewalk. Some girl he recognizes walks by and says hello... or something that can be interpreted as hello. And congratulations. And call her. She asks who his friend is and he slurs, "That's Mr. Ari!"

"What? You're going to try and drive?" He says to the girl. Then he turns into Ari and they almost bump faces. "I mean you. Not her. She can't fucking drive, anyway."

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Ari grins vaguely but disinterestedly in the girl's direction.

"They fucking shouldn't give fucking women fucking keys," he declares, and it makes sense in Ari's head. His arm slips down around Vince's waist, and he steers his star client away from the vagina. If Vince starts lubing that up, they'll never get out of here. And this scene is stale. And Ari has shit to do...eventually.

"I'm going to fucking commandeer some tourist's fucking rental-...cab."

Ari tries to poach a coach from some blond who hits him with her shoe.

"MOTHER FUCK," Ari rages. "Now where will I vomit?"

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"Fuck it, Ari. Miller Gold can ... we can hire a car or fuckin'... do you want to just walk? We can walk. It's not that far. You're in Bel Air right?" Vince asks, watching the traffic gridlock. Because Bel Air is on the way to the Hotel Angelenos and okay, no one walks in LA, but maybe it's because they just haven't thought to do so.

"Are you really going to puke, Bel Ari?"

He laughs at his own joke and holds Ari's hand at his waist. Just holds it. "I might... fall down. Fuckin' Nick at Night or whatever the fuck. What did you make me drink? Where the fuck is E?"

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"Four?" Ari scoffs, his jaw already pleasantly tight. He wonders where his other two packs went between his jog this morning, and now. He's still on his back with Vince bent over him, complimenting him. He basks in it. In the old high coming back. Wonders why he ever quit.

Oh, fuck yes," he says, arching his back. He yanks Vince down by back of the neck. Even when out of control, Ari is still in control. He presses a loud, sloppy kiss against Vince's cheek. Closer to the side of his mouth, really. He slings an arm across Vince's back to trap him into a permanent shirtless bro-hug.

"You're the fucking best, Vinnie. My little champ...Jap...mutt. Don't tell the other kids, but you're my favorite," Ari mutters.

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"They already know," Vince mumbles. He awkwardly hugs Ari back with one hand hooked into his belt, which is barely a hug at all. Vince occupies himself with cozying up and clinging on for dear life.

The room, she spins boss, but the coke helps, or seems to help. Vince keeps his eyes open so he has something to focus on. In this case, it's Ari's body, sprawling out before him.

Seriously, though, who doesn't like to hear that they're the best? Vince likes it. A whole lot. He'd return the compliment if he could think of it, but he's trying to figure out where the 'Jap' came from. And he's wondering why his fingers are moving on their own accord. Hand down the front of his own pants, other hand tucked in Ari's belt, gently stroking the belly fur of his agent. (That is not a euphemism: agent.)

"This is some gay fucking weho shit, man," Vinnie mutters. "Cocaine ...makes you gay."

Vince Vaughn told him that.

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Vince said he was a little Jap-y. He does look exotic. Code for: nude modeling.

"E makes you gay," Ari says, shuddering. That feels good, but it means it's time to wax again. And he means E: the drug, not E: the leprechaun. Do the kids still call it E? E sounds like fun about now, and now Ari does mean the redheaded cocksucking one. E fucking sputtering and raging his way around the room, only to be yanked down to his knees and shut up forcibly. And throw in his girlfriend too. Ari would come on her tits and make her scream her daddy's name. That's such a nice thought, and Vince has such soft hands, Ari starts to get a little hard.

He drums on Vince's side frenetically with all the fingers on one hand.

"Why, Vin? You want me to jerk you off, Vin? Is that what you want? Is it? Do you want that? Would you fucking fire me again if I fucking fucked you?" Ari babbles.

He's laughing again, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's kidding.

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"What? Fire you for fu-- ...huh?" Ari makes no sense to Vince. His hair flops into his face as he moves his head back to look at the guy who just offered to jerk him off, Vince thinks, in a completely non-sequitor way. Looking confused still, he struggles to put together a coherent thought: "You want me to jerk you off?"

He asks it without hearing it, watches withough seeing anything, as his eyes are having a hard time focusing on anything. Vince's hand on his junk is gently moving inside the front of his pants as he moves his fingers over his own skin. Hopefully, this doesn't wig Ari out. It didn't wig the guys out so much anymore. It's all cool, though, because he and Ari are friends and shit happens. Whatever happens in ...wherever they are, stays in --whatever.

And besides, he follows that offer up with another admission: "E makes me gay, too. I lost my, uh, his cousin's virginity and he didn't know. But then I lost my virginity again with E and just drunk, you know? Like this, only back home

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"Cold-blooded," Ari says.

And then he attacks. He attacks with teeth and cock. Because Vince said 'throw down', and Ari is itching too, and Vince is offering.

And Ari is only human.

He flips Vince easily, built Jesus that he is, and foreplay is apparently over. Ari has no time for it. Can't afford to.

He does nip at the back of Vince's neck, hard enough to draw blood, like a dog proving himself the Alpha hound.

Vince tastes like youth.

"You...taste like fucking youth."

See?

Ari would sell his soul to taste like that. But it's long been sold.

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"Ow, fuck!" Vince yelps, dissolving into giggles. This is absurd. And hot. It's a little disconcerting how easily Ari can manhandle him... for a little guy, he's got a lot of strength. Of course, handling Vince right now is like handling 175 pounds of pudding, so it takes not only strength, but some skill.Vince squirms and pulls his pants down as far as he can while lying on them.

Ari's got a movie star and award-winning kisser ass-up and exposed on a bed. How's that for trust?

He twists his shoulders and head around to look quizzically at Ari. "Youth? What?"

"Lotion," he advises. It works in a pinch. And a pinch there is, a pinch and a probe and a prod and whuff... Ari's poking around in spots that need lotion or slick or something. "Something?"

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Ari? Little? Ari is so overly muscled that he's occasionally popping out of his suits. He can bench 175 easy. 175 pounds of pudding even easier.

"What?" Ari grunts. Ari has no lotion. But he pulls out with a sigh and runs a spit slicked hand over his cock, shuddering at the sensation, and half afraid he'll deflate at any second. Treacherous bitch cock.

That's the best he can do on shot notice, so when he eases back in, he has his own advice for Vince.

"Take it you little bitch."

He strokes the back of Vince's head tenderly. Romantic.

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Vince bears down and grabs a pillow to smash his face into. There's probably lotion in the bathroom, dog. That's how hotels roll, you know? But it's cool, no matter. Vince likes a challenge, as stated, and accommodating Ari's cock into his ass is a challenge. He doesn't run that loosey-goosey, okay? It's still rare enough that it hurts.

"I'm taking it," Vince objects into the pillow. It probably is unintelligible. Hopefully it is, because then he's mostly in and it burns and stings and aches and tears actually do spring to Vince's eyes. He cries into the pillow: "Fuck! Oh christ! Fuckin' fuck that fucking hurts, jesus."

But then he reaches back with one hand and pulls Ari's hips into him. Sometimes, bad boys need a little punishment. And Vince is a good bad boy.

He surfaces for air just long enough to squeak, "Don't stop."