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Tabloid Stories	By : sunset151 Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairing: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell. Implication of Ryan Seacrest/Lance Bass

Rating: NC-17 (is there anything else?) :)

Author’s Note: I was getting tired being a perv on the net looking for rare fan fiction, so I decided to be a bigger perv and write this stuff at work. Comments and suggestions are welcome besides an unfinished horrible story that’s on ff.net this is the first real story I’ve posted. Thanks and enjoy. All the usual disclaimer stuff applies also. I don’t know them yada yada yada.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, language, and Ryan fights back.

Simon’s comments go too far and a fight ensues between the two of them. *EG*

Simon knew where Ryan’s house was but he never got invited inside. All of which consists that private life that he never let

anyone inside. He parked his car in the circular driveway and approached the beautiful ornate carved door. Knocking on the door

there was no answer. //Hell he has no private life, he’s gotta be around here somewhere.// He tried the front door and it swung

open. //Going to have to talk to him about that. I could be a crazed fan.// Simon proceeded to walk cautiously into the house

and only when he crossed the foyer did he start to call out Ryan’s name. He went straight and made a left into what seemed like

a kitchen.

“What the??!!”

Ryan was standing naked in front of the refrigerator dripping water onto the tiles collecting more beer for his drink-fest. All

they could do was ogle at each other till Ryan opened the freezer which blocked Simon’s view. They both felt the same thing;

that tightening of humiliation, coupled with tightening below the belt.

“I uh uh uh you I you dropped some things in the parking lot,” Simon stuttered and he leaned over and placed the papers on the

countertop. “I shouldn’t have just bloody walked in, your place and all…..”

Simon started to turn around and leave but the presence of Ryan’s arm on his stopped him. Already with a few shots of some

liquor in his body he unsteadily looked into the taller man’s eyes.

“Shhhh, you don’t want to wake up the blow up doll, she’s sleeping,” he slurred.

Simon turned his head and wasn’t sure to be embarrassed with the Ryan’s comment or even the entire situation.

“Ryan you’re obviously inebriated. Let go of me.”

“No! I heard you arguing with Terri, cold bed tonight, huh?”

Ryan pressed himself into Simon and pushed him into the wall and suddenly slapped him across the face. Simon gasped and took

hold of the younger man’s shoulders.

“You don’t know anything about me. How dare you talk to me like that? I don’t care if it’s for ratings, but you went too damn

far this time. How can you live with yourself you greasy old man?”

The two of them stood there another ten minutes while Ryan yelled and berated the other man till finally Simon recognized the

look on Ryan’s face that he was going to hit him again. With Simon’s hands still on Ryan’s shoulders he gently pulled him

forward and spoke soft reassuring words to him.

“Yeah Ryan I’m a bloody jerk. I never should have said that, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

He whispered into his damp hair, wrapping his arms around the blonde. He kept on repeating the words till Ryan pulled away with

a steely look in his eyes.

“I don’t need your pity, Cowell. But I’ll put it into the file cabinet that you apologized for something in this world,” he said

tapping his temple.

Simon leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “I thought you were finished with your temper tantrum, but obviously I

was mistaken. You’re worse than a child, Seacrest.”

Ryan ignored his comment and crossed the kitchen, opening a cabinet and taking out a bottle of alcohol. “Now if you’ll excuse me

I’m going to finish my tantrum with Jose Cuervo and forget that you were born.” He opened the sliding door and stepped out to

the deck. The cool breeze off the ocean reminding him that he was still naked and slightly damp (an: bet you forgot, huh?)

Simon zoned out as he watched Ryan’s tight ass walk out the doors and its owner slurping down tequila like it was going out of

fashion. The last person he let talk to him like that was his father. He was the reason he never went home to London. But

something inside Simon knew that Ryan did not believe everything that he said, that it was the alcohol. Ok, maybe three quarters

was true, but Simon knew he had to do something quick before eruptible damage occurred. He stepped out onto the deck and turned

Ryan around and staring into his eyes he did something that he never expected to do.

Simon kissed Ryan with the same passion that equaled the hatred that was also present and felt satisfied it was being returned

with the same intensity. Ryan kissed and bit down the brit’s neck, stopping at his shoulder, exposing the area and giving him a

painful hickey. Simon gasped and pushed Ryan into a chaise lounge and ripped off his shirt. The brunette returned the biting and

cursed to himself and his new lover.

“You call me a perverted old man? Take it back,” he said between clenched teeth as he squeezed the younger man’s member.

“I meant everything I said you old fucker,” he started to unbutton Simon’s jeans and gasped as the other man bit into a nipple.

Their worlds became nothing more than teeth, tongues and groping hands as they kissed again. Simon’s pants fell on the floor and

he followed; Ryan pushing him on the ground so he could be on top. The blonde’s fingers groped and found a puckered hole as a

reward.

“Oh no you don’t you silly little boy,” the older man chuckled. He bit into a fresh bruise and turned them to get on top. “Being

older means you get more advantages.”

He grabbed Ryan’s legs and pushed himself in to the hilt. Ryan’s back arched at the sudden intrusion and was pleased of the

vicious thrusting to his prostrate. His fingers dug into Simon’s arms as he welcomed the intrusion and urged him on. Simon

watched as his lover’s eyes rolled back into his head and warm cum squirted onto both of their chests. Ryan was shuddering and

expletives permeated the air as he came. Simon pumped twice then exploded inside the young man’s ass; the tightness of his young

lover was too much for him.

When Simon pulled out he kissed Ryan more tenderly and ran his hands down his face and through his short hair. “I promise I’ll

be gentler with my insults on the show.”

“I promise not to call you a perverted old man. You’re just old.” They shared genuine laughs and kissed each other kindly. And

they both thought at the same time: wouldn’t the tabloids just love this?
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