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the_water_clockAuthor: Clio
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Detention has its advantages
Length: 800 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan would never read an historical novel by Gore Vidal.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.
Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, encouraging me get my teacher kink on, and of course being an amazing beta. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981 | 1: September 1984 | 2: October 1984
november 1984
One of the first things Ryan Seacrest learned about Simon Cowell after they started dating is that he is always a tiger after Saturday detentions. Simon was a problem student himself, in his day, so he knows all the tricks. It's like a game for him, as though he's a reformed safecracker now working for the police. His goal: to weed out the ones who aren't clever or sneaky enough to be real criminals. If they can get past him, then a life of crime probably suits them anyway.
But it also means that he isn't any better at sitting still all day than they are. On a usual day he is rarely in his office, but patrolling the halls and the rest rooms, getting a smoke when the little smoking area isn't full of teens—a place from which he can also surreptitiously watch Ryan teaching through his window, and Mr. Seacrest in action is a sexy, sexy thing: talking animatedly with dirty blond hair flip flopping, cheek smudged with yellow chalk, natty little three-piece suit growing more disheveled as the day goes on. No wonder there's an army of girls with crushes.
Simon typically has with him, for the day's reading, GQ, an Esquire, and the Vogue Homme. No books or serious magazines like The Economist because then he won't be as watchful as he should be. But the photos, particularly in GQ, get him thinking of things he probably shouldn't while sitting in front of a roomful of junior hoodlums. It isn't even that the men are scantily clad; the stylish clothes remind him, of course, of Ryan.
But on this day, two of the students put on such a show—how can they think, for even a moment, that he can't see them?—that there is more than one reason he can't wait to get to Ryan's house for dinner. He walks in the back door that connects the house to the garage, and is hit by the smell of beef stew that simmering in the crock pot on the countertop—clever, since who knows when they'll actually be eating. Ryan is in the living room, curled up in the easy chair, engrossed in a book as usual; Simon imagines that he'd been one of those "I'll go to bed when I finish this chapter" sort of children. Simon puts his coat on its hook in the entryway and leaves his briefcase beneath it, then walks into the living room to test when Ryan will actually look up and realize he's there.
Points to Ryan, as Simon doesn't even have the chance to sit down. "Hey darlin'," he says, setting down a large book with the imposing title of Lincoln, a Novel. "Anything interesting happen? Any good contraband?"
Simon settles on the ottoman, pulling Ryan's slippered feet into his lap. "No, but I have gossip."
Ryan sits up. "Do tell."
"Well, first, I owe you a very nice meal as you were absolutely right about Blake Lewis."
"Of course I was, but how did this—"
"And you will never guess who he was fooling around with—right in the back of the hall, I might add."
"Really? Did he think you wouldn't say anything?"
"No, I think he's too clever by half, and is a very lucky young man that I am who I am."
"Aren't we all."
"Quite."
"So? Come on, who was it?"
Simon pauses for effect, then says: "Chris Richardson."
Ryan's eyes fly open. "Wow. Wow." He looks down and shakes his head. "God, that poor kid."
"Why, except in the ordinary way?"
"Blake's just young and naive; he'll get knocked around but he'll survive. Chris, though, he'll have to choose between making himself happy and making others happy, and that won't go well for him."
"No?"
Ryan shrugs. "I was the president of the student council and ran the pep rallies and edited the newspaper and the yearbook and I was salutatorian, and I wouldn't wish my coming out on anyone."
Simon scoots closer, putting Ryan's legs around him. "It's got better."
"Yeah."
"God, I would have hated you at school."
Ryan smiles. "But you love me now."
"Well, I love your arse. Come here," he says, pulling Ryan into his lap.
"Mmm, is that for me?" Ryan asks, wiggling his bottom against Simon's crotch.
"That depends," Simon replies, taking Ryan's glasses off and setting them on the table. "Have you been good?"
"Not particularly."
"Then yes, it's all yours," Simon says, and kisses him.
4: December 1984
Notes:
Yes, this is the detention in chapter 16, and yes, that detention is technically on December 1, but since it deals with November events, I've labeled it thus.
Ah, men's magazines of the eighties, when the gay aesthetic caught on, though usually there was a girl in the photo someplace to keep things straight-looking at least. It's a wonder, really, that Xer girls have any gaydar at all, given the number of gay images we were inundated with that we were told at the time were straight.
Also, note how much more text-based design was in the 80s; the current cover of Vidal's novel has a nice picture of Lincoln on it, and I doubt that any magazine would have as much copy on the cover as that Esquire does. It's part MTV, part internet, that we're so much more sophisticated about images now.
Title: Goodbye, Mr. Seacrest, or, To Simon, with Love: Rymon Missing Scenes from the Fast Times at Idol High 80s AU
Pairing: American Idol: Ryan Seacrest/Simon Cowell
Rating: PG
Summary: Detention has its advantages
Length: 800 words
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, clearly, as Ryan would never read an historical novel by Gore Vidal.
Notes: Fast Times at Idol High,
lillijulianne's 80s high school AU, can be read by joining stepintomyocean.Special thanks to Juli for writing this awesome AU, letting me be a part of it, encouraging me get my teacher kink on, and of course being an amazing beta. Oh, and for writing Ryan and Simon into her story in the first place.
Prologue: September 1981 | 1: September 1984 | 2: October 1984
november 1984
One of the first things Ryan Seacrest learned about Simon Cowell after they started dating is that he is always a tiger after Saturday detentions. Simon was a problem student himself, in his day, so he knows all the tricks. It's like a game for him, as though he's a reformed safecracker now working for the police. His goal: to weed out the ones who aren't clever or sneaky enough to be real criminals. If they can get past him, then a life of crime probably suits them anyway.
But it also means that he isn't any better at sitting still all day than they are. On a usual day he is rarely in his office, but patrolling the halls and the rest rooms, getting a smoke when the little smoking area isn't full of teens—a place from which he can also surreptitiously watch Ryan teaching through his window, and Mr. Seacrest in action is a sexy, sexy thing: talking animatedly with dirty blond hair flip flopping, cheek smudged with yellow chalk, natty little three-piece suit growing more disheveled as the day goes on. No wonder there's an army of girls with crushes.
Simon typically has with him, for the day's reading, GQ, an Esquire, and the Vogue Homme. No books or serious magazines like The Economist because then he won't be as watchful as he should be. But the photos, particularly in GQ, get him thinking of things he probably shouldn't while sitting in front of a roomful of junior hoodlums. It isn't even that the men are scantily clad; the stylish clothes remind him, of course, of Ryan.But on this day, two of the students put on such a show—how can they think, for even a moment, that he can't see them?—that there is more than one reason he can't wait to get to Ryan's house for dinner. He walks in the back door that connects the house to the garage, and is hit by the smell of beef stew that simmering in the crock pot on the countertop—clever, since who knows when they'll actually be eating. Ryan is in the living room, curled up in the easy chair, engrossed in a book as usual; Simon imagines that he'd been one of those "I'll go to bed when I finish this chapter" sort of children. Simon puts his coat on its hook in the entryway and leaves his briefcase beneath it, then walks into the living room to test when Ryan will actually look up and realize he's there.
Points to Ryan, as Simon doesn't even have the chance to sit down. "Hey darlin'," he says, setting down a large book with the imposing title of Lincoln, a Novel. "Anything interesting happen? Any good contraband?"Simon settles on the ottoman, pulling Ryan's slippered feet into his lap. "No, but I have gossip."
Ryan sits up. "Do tell."
"Well, first, I owe you a very nice meal as you were absolutely right about Blake Lewis."
"Of course I was, but how did this—"
"And you will never guess who he was fooling around with—right in the back of the hall, I might add."
"Really? Did he think you wouldn't say anything?"
"No, I think he's too clever by half, and is a very lucky young man that I am who I am."
"Aren't we all."
"Quite."
"So? Come on, who was it?"
Simon pauses for effect, then says: "Chris Richardson."
Ryan's eyes fly open. "Wow. Wow." He looks down and shakes his head. "God, that poor kid."
"Why, except in the ordinary way?"
"Blake's just young and naive; he'll get knocked around but he'll survive. Chris, though, he'll have to choose between making himself happy and making others happy, and that won't go well for him."
"No?"
Ryan shrugs. "I was the president of the student council and ran the pep rallies and edited the newspaper and the yearbook and I was salutatorian, and I wouldn't wish my coming out on anyone."
Simon scoots closer, putting Ryan's legs around him. "It's got better."
"Yeah."
"God, I would have hated you at school."
Ryan smiles. "But you love me now."
"Well, I love your arse. Come here," he says, pulling Ryan into his lap.
"Mmm, is that for me?" Ryan asks, wiggling his bottom against Simon's crotch.
"That depends," Simon replies, taking Ryan's glasses off and setting them on the table. "Have you been good?"
"Not particularly."
"Then yes, it's all yours," Simon says, and kisses him.
4: December 1984
Notes:
Yes, this is the detention in chapter 16, and yes, that detention is technically on December 1, but since it deals with November events, I've labeled it thus.
Ah, men's magazines of the eighties, when the gay aesthetic caught on, though usually there was a girl in the photo someplace to keep things straight-looking at least. It's a wonder, really, that Xer girls have any gaydar at all, given the number of gay images we were inundated with that we were told at the time were straight.
Also, note how much more text-based design was in the 80s; the current cover of Vidal's novel has a nice picture of Lincoln on it, and I doubt that any magazine would have as much copy on the cover as that Esquire does. It's part MTV, part internet, that we're so much more sophisticated about images now.
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Date: 2008-03-14 12:30 am (UTC)I'm totally fascinated by that design too, with how much more text based it is. I don't know if I'd even have gotten that if you hadn't pointed out that that's what it is.
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Date: 2008-03-24 11:43 pm (UTC)So much text! And then the 90s were all about the no-white-space and supersaturated color.
Ba blub.
Date: 2008-03-15 05:21 pm (UTC)Re: Ba blub.
Date: 2008-03-24 11:44 pm (UTC)Randy is the vice principal. He'll show up in a future chapter. But if you friend
Thanks again!