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Any Other Day by Sori (NC-17)
Hello Denyce here, and I’ll be your driver for RPS this month. First apologizes for the late start been smacked with the flu, but will do my best to get a few of my favorites out. These days I mainly read CW RPS, from J2 to other rarer pairings *g* So buckle your seats and let’s get started…
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Length: 5,300
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sori1773
Author Website: na
Why this must be read: Time frame is somewhere in S2 when Jeff is off filming The Accidental Husband. Written from Jensen's pov how he and Jeff carry on their friendship. Where they go from co-stars/friends into something more. Sori writes a warmth into her pieces, that builds and pulls you in then sparks ignition, Any Other Day is no exception. A delightful feel good read, still one of my favorites, and shouldn't be missed.
“W’the fuck?”
“Aren’t you a ray of fucking sunshine. You kiss your mama with that mouth, Ackles?”
“Jeff?” He says, rubbing his hand across his eyes and yawning. “Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?”
“You don’t want to talk to me?” Jeff whines, and, hell, sometimes Jensen forgets how good of an actor he is because Jeff’s voice has lost the sarcasm and found the hurt, and even though Jensen knows he’s being a fucking smart ass, he can feel the guilt start to roll over him in waves.
“Man. I so hate you right now.” Jensen closes his eyes as Jeff laughs, loud and deep, and he can’t help but think of easy touches and dirty words whispered smoothly in his ear.
“Just calling. It’s been a while, you know?” And it’s easy and earnest, and almost like Jeff had plotted out what to say because it’s casual in the way that casual never really is.
“Yeah, a while. The set’s not the same without you, you know.” Jensen shoves a pile of pillows behind his back and sits up, squishing the phone between ear and neck and reaching for the bottle of water on the nightstand. “The intelligence level has gone way up without you around.”
“Fucker,” Jeff says, and Jensen knows exactly how late it is when the word comes out sounding every bit like an endearment.
Jensen smiles, relaxing back into the pillows. He’s completely wiped out and he has five am set call, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He has Jeff’s voice in his ear telling him about Patrick Dempsey getting smashed at a party and screaming about Dr. Rey and nose jobs and how he should have sued, and Jensen’s laughing so hard that he can barely breathe.
Really, who needs to sleep?
Any Other Day
Fandom: CW RPS
Pairing: Jensen/Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Length: 5,300
Author on LJ:
sori1773Author Website: na
Why this must be read: Time frame is somewhere in S2 when Jeff is off filming The Accidental Husband. Written from Jensen's pov how he and Jeff carry on their friendship. Where they go from co-stars/friends into something more. Sori writes a warmth into her pieces, that builds and pulls you in then sparks ignition, Any Other Day is no exception. A delightful feel good read, still one of my favorites, and shouldn't be missed.
“W’the fuck?”
“Aren’t you a ray of fucking sunshine. You kiss your mama with that mouth, Ackles?”
“Jeff?” He says, rubbing his hand across his eyes and yawning. “Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?”
“You don’t want to talk to me?” Jeff whines, and, hell, sometimes Jensen forgets how good of an actor he is because Jeff’s voice has lost the sarcasm and found the hurt, and even though Jensen knows he’s being a fucking smart ass, he can feel the guilt start to roll over him in waves.
“Man. I so hate you right now.” Jensen closes his eyes as Jeff laughs, loud and deep, and he can’t help but think of easy touches and dirty words whispered smoothly in his ear.
“Just calling. It’s been a while, you know?” And it’s easy and earnest, and almost like Jeff had plotted out what to say because it’s casual in the way that casual never really is.
“Yeah, a while. The set’s not the same without you, you know.” Jensen shoves a pile of pillows behind his back and sits up, squishing the phone between ear and neck and reaching for the bottle of water on the nightstand. “The intelligence level has gone way up without you around.”
“Fucker,” Jeff says, and Jensen knows exactly how late it is when the word comes out sounding every bit like an endearment.
Jensen smiles, relaxing back into the pillows. He’s completely wiped out and he has five am set call, but it doesn’t seem to matter. He has Jeff’s voice in his ear telling him about Patrick Dempsey getting smashed at a party and screaming about Dr. Rey and nose jobs and how he should have sued, and Jensen’s laughing so hard that he can barely breathe.
Really, who needs to sleep?
Any Other Day