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amfiguree[American Idol] [Clay Aiken/Simon Cowell] [PG-13 for mention of BDSM]
Conan
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_solitaire on LJ.
"You know, you have to stop losing your temper so often."
"I'm actually a really nice guy. I don't know why people don't believe me."
Clay laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile wide and genuine and bright. "I don't know, might be because you keep insisting I'm gay. And ugly."
"Well, you are! Gay. Not ugly. But."
"Maybe if you said that on Conan, you wouldn't be getting all this." Clay lifted his hands from Simon's shoulders to scoop a pile of letters up off the floor. "I've never seen so much hate mail in one place."
Simon rolled his eyes, "You know, you weren't half this sarcastic on American Idol."
"I was being nice to you. I didn't think you could take it as well as you dished it."
"And now?"
"I still don't think you take it too well."
Simon rolled his eyes again, letting out an exasperated sigh as Clay failed to hide a smile, dropping the letters and letting his hands return to roaming restlessly, soothingly, across Simon's back and shoulders, which were stiff with tension. "Make a small mistake on Conan, and never live it down."
"Well, it wasn't only Conan," Clay tried to point out, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly.
"What do you want me to tell them? That I really am gay, and that you're locked up in my house, serving me as some kind of sex slave? They'd tell me I was perverted!"
"You are."
"Only a little--"
"What were you telling me about - what was it called again? - BDSM? Is that it? About bondage and discipline and slaves and masters?"
"That's not perversion!" Simon was obviously gaping, jaw opening and closing more than a few times before he got himself under control. "That's kink! And there's a difference!"
Clay eyed him steadily, eyebrow raised.
"All right, so maybe I'm more than a little perverted, but they don't have to know that!"
Clay grinned - he loved exasperating his lover - and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Simon's neck, which was now red. "I know."
There was a long, drawn silence, wherein Clay kneaded Simon's tense muscles and hummed softly, under his breath. It was a long while before Simon's fingers curled hesitantly, embarrassingly almost, around Clay's, and his voice was uncertain as he asked, "You're not--"
Clay shook his head before Simon could finish. "Honestly, when have I ever been mad? I know I'm not the prettiest boy around, and--"
"When you start talking like that, it obviously means you haven't been shown just how gorgeous you are."
Clay laughed, before his breath hitched in his throat as Simon trailed gently teasing fingers up his arm. "Bastard."
"Well, I practice, you know? On my own arm? Even if it does look unbecoming in public."
Clay laughed again, but his mischief quickly died away, replaced by sweet, tender thoughts of secure arms around him, and warm, wet lips trailing down his skin. It took moments for him to collect his thoughts, and an even longer while to find his voice.
"What were you saying about the bondage thing again?" Clay sounded huskier than usual, even as he found himself surprised to hear his own voice at last.
Simon smirked, halting in his motion of kissing Clay, "And you call me a pervert."
"You called me ugly first, you know."
-fin-
Conan
Author's Note: Written for
_solitaire on LJ."You know, you have to stop losing your temper so often."
"I'm actually a really nice guy. I don't know why people don't believe me."
Clay laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile wide and genuine and bright. "I don't know, might be because you keep insisting I'm gay. And ugly."
"Well, you are! Gay. Not ugly. But."
"Maybe if you said that on Conan, you wouldn't be getting all this." Clay lifted his hands from Simon's shoulders to scoop a pile of letters up off the floor. "I've never seen so much hate mail in one place."
Simon rolled his eyes, "You know, you weren't half this sarcastic on American Idol."
"I was being nice to you. I didn't think you could take it as well as you dished it."
"And now?"
"I still don't think you take it too well."
Simon rolled his eyes again, letting out an exasperated sigh as Clay failed to hide a smile, dropping the letters and letting his hands return to roaming restlessly, soothingly, across Simon's back and shoulders, which were stiff with tension. "Make a small mistake on Conan, and never live it down."
"Well, it wasn't only Conan," Clay tried to point out, the corner of his lips twitching ever so slightly.
"What do you want me to tell them? That I really am gay, and that you're locked up in my house, serving me as some kind of sex slave? They'd tell me I was perverted!"
"You are."
"Only a little--"
"What were you telling me about - what was it called again? - BDSM? Is that it? About bondage and discipline and slaves and masters?"
"That's not perversion!" Simon was obviously gaping, jaw opening and closing more than a few times before he got himself under control. "That's kink! And there's a difference!"
Clay eyed him steadily, eyebrow raised.
"All right, so maybe I'm more than a little perverted, but they don't have to know that!"
Clay grinned - he loved exasperating his lover - and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Simon's neck, which was now red. "I know."
There was a long, drawn silence, wherein Clay kneaded Simon's tense muscles and hummed softly, under his breath. It was a long while before Simon's fingers curled hesitantly, embarrassingly almost, around Clay's, and his voice was uncertain as he asked, "You're not--"
Clay shook his head before Simon could finish. "Honestly, when have I ever been mad? I know I'm not the prettiest boy around, and--"
"When you start talking like that, it obviously means you haven't been shown just how gorgeous you are."
Clay laughed, before his breath hitched in his throat as Simon trailed gently teasing fingers up his arm. "Bastard."
"Well, I practice, you know? On my own arm? Even if it does look unbecoming in public."
Clay laughed again, but his mischief quickly died away, replaced by sweet, tender thoughts of secure arms around him, and warm, wet lips trailing down his skin. It took moments for him to collect his thoughts, and an even longer while to find his voice.
"What were you saying about the bondage thing again?" Clay sounded huskier than usual, even as he found himself surprised to hear his own voice at last.
Simon smirked, halting in his motion of kissing Clay, "And you call me a pervert."
"You called me ugly first, you know."
-fin-
