Simon's Engagement

As the taping of the show started, everyone was staring at Ryan while he pretended everything was normal. He was purposedly late so he bypassed the hair and clothing departments. He showed up in leather pants, a baggy Sex Pistols shirt and spiked hair. As Ryan introduced the judges, Simon made his first stab at the new uniform. "Did you forget your eyeliner and nail polish today?"

"No, I just figured I would do it later when you give them back," Ryan teased. The audience laughed and some clapped. As Ryan introduced the first singer he stood in the audience. By 'accident' he dropped his mike and bent down to pick it up. He smiled at Simon staring at him and his cute leather encased ass. Simon blushed and quickly looked down, trying to pay attention to the ghastly singing that he was being tortured with. As the singing ended, Ryan rushed on stage.

"Well guys, what do you think?" The crowd cheered and internally Ryan cringed. He thought Sanjaya was an audience whore and should be banished from singing ever again. But hell he wasn't voting so what did he care? If that crazy boy did win somehow, he was going to quit the next day.

"Randy?" "Well dawg, you were a little nasal tonight," and he quickly took a sip of water. Translation: you sang like the woman from the Nanny.

"Paula?" "Oh sweetie, I love your shirt," she said. Ryan looked at the younger man's tank top and wanted to strangle Paula with it. Ryan politely smiled and said, "It's all about the clothes in entertainment."

Ryan was actually looking forward to Simon's comment. At least someone around here tells the kid that he sucks. "I think between Secrest's clothing and Sanjaya's singing I think we entered the twillight zone." "No, the twillight zone is where you actually get married," Ryan shot back at him.

As the show lead into commercial break, he grabbed a quick snack from the cart and jumped back on stage with extremely fake enthusiasm. "And now here's Melinda Doolittle and Simon scowling at another American Idol. Seriously can the man actually sing or just insult people, what does he do?" Simon sent daggers with his dark eyes across the stage and knocked his water bottle and papers off the table. Ryan sat next to a producer and watched as Simon acted as if he was interested but was making a fist under the table. During the rest of the show the two men exchanged insults with each other. Each comment getting worse and Ryan was kicking ass with his double meanings.

Escaping to his dressing room when they were finished Ryan slammed and locked the door and did a happy dance. He ignored Simon's calls and knocks, instead he calmy took off his shirt, checked out his chest and fixed his hair. "I'm coming...." he sang. He opened the door to see a very pissed off Simon. "And gee I didn't think the British could get any madder at Americans since the revolutionary war." Simon barged in and shut the door behind him and swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to talk, but instead he stepped forward and claimed Ryan's lips as his own. His hands drifted up naked arms, down the back and cupped tight leather ass cheeks. Ryan moaned into the kiss and leaned back into the other man's hold on him. His unbuttoned Simon's black jeans and ran his hands up the inside of the tight shirt to pinch at hardened nipples. They backed up into the door, Ryan's pants hit the ground next to Simon's pair.

"If you think you're going to wanker me, think again."
"Oh, is that right old man?"

Ryan reached down and cupped a pair of balls and squeezed lightly. Simon groaned and flung his head back, hitting it on the door. "I think we already established that I'm not the nice boy that everyone thinks I am."

He got down on his knees and took all of Simon into his mouth. Simon's strong hands stroked spiked hair hoping he would never stop pleasuring him. Simon closed his eyes picturing pornographic images trying to speed up his impending orgasm. Then he started to talking when he should have kept his big mouth shut.

"Shit Ter....Just like that.....oh yeah....Please Terri make me cum."

Ryan missed it the first time but the second time he heard someone else's name being called. He stopped what he was doing, stood up and hit Simon across the face. "Do I look like Terri?" Simon's mouth dropped, and clutching at his face he looked into Ryan's face and did not like what he saw. "Just leave, I'll be the bad guy and tell her what her fiancee has been up to."

Simon messaged his face, gathering up his clothing. "You don't have to tell her. She doesn't know that I'm bisexual and it's staying that way. I have no intention of being with other people after we make it official.

Ryan snorted already dressed he started to throw objects into his backpack trying to keep busy so he wouldn't cry. "I told you to get out. What more do you want?"

Sighing heavily Simon said, "I don't want to leave hating each other."

"I don't hate you. You reminded me that all we should have is that one night and we shouldn't destroy your engagement over meaningless sex." Simon grunted in agreement, but he knew that two of them thought it was more than meaningless between them. Simon bravely kissed the side of the younger man's neck. "It's ok.....everything is going to be ok." Ryan turned to him and placed his tear stained face into the crook of Simon's neck. The two men stood that way for a while holding each other.

"Let's get out of here. I have that Moroccan champagne in my trunk for you." Simon and he left the building for the parking lot. They never noticed the photographer taking pictures of the two men holding hands and kissing each other on the cheek goodbye.