FIC: Dick Clark Will Have His Revenge on Times Square (Ryan/Simon, PG)
Author: Clio
Title: Dick Clark Will Have His Revenge on Times Square
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Three and a half years into their marriage, Simon and Ryan still didn't see eye-to-eye about children. And now suddenly Simon has decided he wants Ryan to kiss him at midnight. Ryan tried not to attach too much significance to any of it.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes:
ignaz recently hosted a "Seacrestmas" on her journal where this story made its commentfic debut. And in a way Ryan does own the holiday week, between his Christmas Eve birthday, then hosting both the Christmas morning Disney parade, and New Year's Rockin' Eve.
This story takes place Christmas-New Year's 2014, between the final section and the epilogue of Imagine Me and You.
24 December 2014
Forty isn't fatal.
Ryan's been saying it to himself like a mantra ever since what Larry King referred to as his "Jack Benny birthday" a year ago. Simon, of course, was entirely unsympathetic, which was one of the downsides to having married an older man. Another was his use of his age as an excuse to stonewall on the kids issue, but they weren't talking about that right now.
Christmas was at Simon's house since the wedding, as even after their respective marriages Sinitta and Simon liked to spend the holiday together; besides, her kids were used to it. This wasn't a problem for Ryan's family; after he'd been able to spend a holiday mostly in the pool Gary Seacrest was sold on the idea. Traditions were blended: English beef was served with Caesar salads, Simon wore plaid pajama pants with Ryan and Gary and Meredith's husband, and Connie's hand-decorated stockings were hung from the silvery art deco mantle.
For Ryan, spending his Christmas Eve birthday surrounded by the expanding family was pretty sweet, all things considered, especially since another thing expanding was his sister's waistline now that she was in her sixth month. He was happy for her, and excited to be an uncle and Gary and Connie to be grandparents. But he'd thought that by forty he'd be giving them little Seacrests, too. Of course at one point that became complicated, but then it suddenly got a lot simpler, or so he'd thought. Ryan couldn't help but feel wistful, looking at Meredith, though he hid that from Simon as best he could. They'd talked about it, they were at an impasse regarding adoption and older children and all the rest of Simon's baby phobias, and that was that.
Only when he turned to look at Simon, mostly to make sure he wasn't stirring up some kind of trouble, Simon was staring at Meredith himself, seemingly lost in thought. Ryan wasn't sure what that was about, and was about to ask him when Connie brought out the cake and all eyes were on him. And then later he decided it was best not to know; he'd probably just imagined it, his own wishes and hopes clouding his vision.
28 December 2014
"You know," Simon said, apropos of nothing as usual, "Dick Clark always kisses his wife at midnight."
They were flying up to New York on the private plane, Ryan studying up for New Year's Rocking Eve. Ryan turned to Simon, one eyebrow raised. "You're saying you want me to kiss you, on live television?" he asked.
Simon shrugged. "You've done it before."
"That was your forehead," Ryan said.
"Still."
"I just figured you didn't want to do it since you haven't brought it up in the three New Year's Eves since we got married."
"The time wasn't right."
Ryan shook his head. "Whatever, Simon. If you want to kiss me, that's easily arranged."
"Thank you," Simon said, smiling a little, and then went back to his book.
Ryan had learned in the past few years that a lot of making this marriage work was not trying to figure out why Simon did whatever he did, and not worry too much about whatever he was up to. But this? This was some serious weirdness right here.
31 December 2014
The lineup for the live part of the show included a Disney star, an older singer trying to stage a comeback, and Simon's X-Factor US winner. Plus ça change, basically. But it was Ryan's job to inject enthusiasm into the proceedings, and the younger singers were both good kids-or at least, too new to make a lot of demands-and the comeback hopeful was an old pro who kept things low-key, so it was fairly calm behind the scenes during the days leading up to the show. It snowed, but not enough to threaten anyone's flight or mess up production. Ryan considered wearing a hat rather than his usual earmuffs but they couldn't find one both small enough to fit his head and cute enough that he could bear to wear it.
They'd cleared a little space for themselves down on the street, all of them together to countdown the ball drop, which was most of the reason anyone watched the show in the first place. Simon was standing just off camera, watching and smiling (and thankfully not smoking a cigarette for which Ryan was grateful). At the appointed time the stage manager handed out noisemakers and Simon rather unobtrusively moved to stand behind Ryan as he led them all in their "10-9-8.” At midnight the whole place went nuts as usual, blocks and blocks and blocks of people screaming their heads off. Ryan turned to Simon and they kissed, quickly but affectionately; a married people kiss.
"Happy New Year, darling," Ryan whispered in Simon's ear.
"Let's have a baby this year," Simon said.
Ryan pulled back. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Now? You're telling me this now?"
Simon shrugged. "Seemed as good a time as any," he said.
"Why? What made you change your mind?"
"Me," he said. "I just want one. It's time. And anyway, there are nannies and baby nurses and people one can hire."
Ryan shook a finger at him. "You're just jealous of all the attention Meredith was getting," he said.
Simon chuckled. "Maybe so."
Ryan blinked, and Simon was still there, staring at him expectantly. Then Ryan leaned in and laid one on Simon, damn the cameras, damn the singers who were cat calling behind them, damn the audience at home. "You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Undoubtedly," Simon said. "And as I keep telling you, your forties won't be so bad. I was in my forties when I met you."
"Best thing that ever happened to you, old man," Ryan said.
"Well," Simon said, grinning, "I wouldn't go that far."
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Title: Dick Clark Will Have His Revenge on Times Square
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Three and a half years into their marriage, Simon and Ryan still didn't see eye-to-eye about children. And now suddenly Simon has decided he wants Ryan to kiss him at midnight. Ryan tried not to attach too much significance to any of it.
Length: 1000 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes:
ignaz recently hosted a "Seacrestmas" on her journal where this story made its commentfic debut. And in a way Ryan does own the holiday week, between his Christmas Eve birthday, then hosting both the Christmas morning Disney parade, and New Year's Rockin' Eve.
This story takes place Christmas-New Year's 2014, between the final section and the epilogue of Imagine Me and You.
24 December 2014
Forty isn't fatal.
Ryan's been saying it to himself like a mantra ever since what Larry King referred to as his "Jack Benny birthday" a year ago. Simon, of course, was entirely unsympathetic, which was one of the downsides to having married an older man. Another was his use of his age as an excuse to stonewall on the kids issue, but they weren't talking about that right now.
Christmas was at Simon's house since the wedding, as even after their respective marriages Sinitta and Simon liked to spend the holiday together; besides, her kids were used to it. This wasn't a problem for Ryan's family; after he'd been able to spend a holiday mostly in the pool Gary Seacrest was sold on the idea. Traditions were blended: English beef was served with Caesar salads, Simon wore plaid pajama pants with Ryan and Gary and Meredith's husband, and Connie's hand-decorated stockings were hung from the silvery art deco mantle.
For Ryan, spending his Christmas Eve birthday surrounded by the expanding family was pretty sweet, all things considered, especially since another thing expanding was his sister's waistline now that she was in her sixth month. He was happy for her, and excited to be an uncle and Gary and Connie to be grandparents. But he'd thought that by forty he'd be giving them little Seacrests, too. Of course at one point that became complicated, but then it suddenly got a lot simpler, or so he'd thought. Ryan couldn't help but feel wistful, looking at Meredith, though he hid that from Simon as best he could. They'd talked about it, they were at an impasse regarding adoption and older children and all the rest of Simon's baby phobias, and that was that.
Only when he turned to look at Simon, mostly to make sure he wasn't stirring up some kind of trouble, Simon was staring at Meredith himself, seemingly lost in thought. Ryan wasn't sure what that was about, and was about to ask him when Connie brought out the cake and all eyes were on him. And then later he decided it was best not to know; he'd probably just imagined it, his own wishes and hopes clouding his vision.
28 December 2014
"You know," Simon said, apropos of nothing as usual, "Dick Clark always kisses his wife at midnight."
They were flying up to New York on the private plane, Ryan studying up for New Year's Rocking Eve. Ryan turned to Simon, one eyebrow raised. "You're saying you want me to kiss you, on live television?" he asked.
Simon shrugged. "You've done it before."
"That was your forehead," Ryan said.
"Still."
"I just figured you didn't want to do it since you haven't brought it up in the three New Year's Eves since we got married."
"The time wasn't right."
Ryan shook his head. "Whatever, Simon. If you want to kiss me, that's easily arranged."
"Thank you," Simon said, smiling a little, and then went back to his book.
Ryan had learned in the past few years that a lot of making this marriage work was not trying to figure out why Simon did whatever he did, and not worry too much about whatever he was up to. But this? This was some serious weirdness right here.
31 December 2014
The lineup for the live part of the show included a Disney star, an older singer trying to stage a comeback, and Simon's X-Factor US winner. Plus ça change, basically. But it was Ryan's job to inject enthusiasm into the proceedings, and the younger singers were both good kids-or at least, too new to make a lot of demands-and the comeback hopeful was an old pro who kept things low-key, so it was fairly calm behind the scenes during the days leading up to the show. It snowed, but not enough to threaten anyone's flight or mess up production. Ryan considered wearing a hat rather than his usual earmuffs but they couldn't find one both small enough to fit his head and cute enough that he could bear to wear it.
They'd cleared a little space for themselves down on the street, all of them together to countdown the ball drop, which was most of the reason anyone watched the show in the first place. Simon was standing just off camera, watching and smiling (and thankfully not smoking a cigarette for which Ryan was grateful). At the appointed time the stage manager handed out noisemakers and Simon rather unobtrusively moved to stand behind Ryan as he led them all in their "10-9-8.” At midnight the whole place went nuts as usual, blocks and blocks and blocks of people screaming their heads off. Ryan turned to Simon and they kissed, quickly but affectionately; a married people kiss.
"Happy New Year, darling," Ryan whispered in Simon's ear.
"Let's have a baby this year," Simon said.
Ryan pulled back. "What?"
"You heard me."
"Now? You're telling me this now?"
Simon shrugged. "Seemed as good a time as any," he said.
"Why? What made you change your mind?"
"Me," he said. "I just want one. It's time. And anyway, there are nannies and baby nurses and people one can hire."
Ryan shook a finger at him. "You're just jealous of all the attention Meredith was getting," he said.
Simon chuckled. "Maybe so."
Ryan blinked, and Simon was still there, staring at him expectantly. Then Ryan leaned in and laid one on Simon, damn the cameras, damn the singers who were cat calling behind them, damn the audience at home. "You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Undoubtedly," Simon said. "And as I keep telling you, your forties won't be so bad. I was in my forties when I met you."
"Best thing that ever happened to you, old man," Ryan said.
"Well," Simon said, grinning, "I wouldn't go that far."
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