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| Warning: This
is a fictional story, describing erotic relations between consenting adult
men. If this makes you uncomfortable, or if it is illegal for you to read
something like this, then go find something else to do.
The following story is entirely a work of fiction, and is not intended to imply anything about any real people. All of the characters in the story are fictional, and must not be confused with any real people. The characters in this story may have the same names as some real people, but the characters are in no way supposed to actually represent any real people. A word from Scoop: Didn't like the end of 14? Heheheheheheheheheh. Read on, I'll catch you on the flip. Scoop Ryan looked at Jared with a bright smile and wide eyes. "Really?" "Yeah." "Excellent!" "I'd love to kick you ass for asking me that!" Ryan's smile disappeared and a look of shock took over his face. "Wha?" "You heard me!" Jared stared at Ryan hard, but Ryan couldn't return his gaze. "You know damned well I'm with Jon. You asked the two of us here for the interview!" "But - " "You've seen the tabloid stories and how we've been dogged by the media!" "Ye - " "You asked me all the questions about Jon and I, and I told you how much I love him!" "Jared Ple - " "And you fucking saw Leno! So don't you dare even try to say you just wanted to ask 'cause you didn't know! I can't believe you, you fucking prick! You bastard! To believe I just let you photograph me in my damned boxers!" Jared started to put on his coat. Ryan stared at him, unable to speak. Jared was fuming and Ryan new why, even though he didn't think the tongue bashing he had just received was fair. For his own safety though he decided to leave things as they were. Jared was on his way out the door when Ryan finally managed to form a sentence. "What about the interview?" Jared stopped and looked back in through the door. If looks could kill, Ryan would have died a thousand deaths. "What about it?" "I, uh, well. Can we still use it? You're not going to hold this against the company are you?" Jared looked up and took a deep breath. He waited for a few seconds, contemplating his answer. "You can use it. Just don't fuck with me! If anything is misquoted or taken out of context, I swear, this will be your first and last issue!" Jared walked out of the office and back to the reception area. When he turned the corner he saw Jon sitting in the chair he was in earlier and reading a magazine. Jared walked up to him, took the magazine out of his hands, and kissed him on the cheek. "Well someone is in a good mood." Jon looked up at Jared and smiled. "You ready babe?" "Ready? I've been waiting out here 15 minutes, I'm ready when you are." "OK then, let's get a move on."
Jared shut the door behind him as he walked into the house. "No... I don't think so. Ryan doesn't seem like someone who would know what he is doing." "Thank god you said that. I really don't like that guy. I just thought that you might want to have him work for us." Jon dropped his coat on the arm of the sofa and turned to look at Jared. "You'd do that for me? Put up with someone you don't like?" "Well, yeah! Jared I'd do anything for you. I love you." Jared smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Jon met Jared's lips with his own. They kissed lightly, gently brushing their lips together then pulling back again. Jon raised his hands to Jared's waist and laid them there. Jared rested his hands on Jon's shoulders. The kiss became deeper, both of them opening their mouths for the other. Their tongues danced around each other, rubbing and pushing at one another. Jared pulled away and licked his lips, trying to recapture the taste of Jon. "Let's go upstairs. I want you to make love to me." "Anything you say, love of my life." Jon kissed Jared once more on the lips before heading up the stairs. If anyone had been standing at the bottom of the stairs, they would have seen Jared's coat come flying down through the stairway, then heard a door shut followed by a lighthearted laugh. Before they started anything, Jon turned on the CD player. Savage Garden's 'Truly Madly Deeply' came through the speakers. Jon pressed continuous repeat and tossed the remote on the desk in the corner. "Now come here sexy!" "I'll be your dream I am Scoop, hear me type. Wasn't so bad was it? Comments welcomed and appreciated. Oh, and all song lyrics are copyright their respective writers.
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