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crack_van2010-10-29 12:36 pm
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Sugar, We're Going Down by Lindsay (NC-17)
Fandom: CW RPF
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Length: ~10,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strippedpink
Author Website: RPS Tag
Your typical "someone spilled the beans to the national media" story wherein the boys break up, one gets jealous, and then they end up back together by the end. But this story is funny, hot, and features some great Michael Rosenbaum and CMM appearances. I love this fic almost solely for the author's Chad because he's a douchebag...but he's a caring douchebag.
Great writing, great humor, and excellent emotional portrayal throughout this fic. Also, some unusual top!Jensen action. YUM.
It was nearing the end of the third quarter, and Jensen was working up a good future hangover when the telephone rang. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on whatever the hell was happening on the screen, reaching over to grab his phone.
“Jensen? Did you just burp at me?”
Huh. He hadn’t even realized he’d turned the phone on. “Tommy?” he asked, biting off a curse when Drew Bledsoe made a sucky pitch to Terrell Owens that resulted in a turnover.
“Yeah, man. Listen, I know you’re doing your stag night or whatever, but…”
Jensen waited for Tom to finish, tossing three Gummi Bears into his mouth and chasing them with Corona.
“…I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have called. Mike told me not to. But I just think you should know…”
There he was, hesitating again. Jensen started to get a queer feeling in his belly and shifted on the couch. “Welling, spit it out,” he grumbled, knowing that he definitely was not gonna like whatever came out of Tom’s mouth next.
“Jaredleftwithsomeonelastnightanditwasn'tjustforaridehomeifyouknowwhatImean.”
Jensen blinked, letting out a startled laugh. “Dude. What?”
Jensen’s amused smile began to fade away as Tom repeated himself, and by the time Tom was finished sweat had broken out across his forehead. He wasn’t aware that he was clutching the receiver in a death grip until small tingles signaled that the nerves in his hands didn’t approve.
“Jensen?” Tom’s voice carried an uncertain, sympathetic note. “Jen, you still there?”
“What? Yeah.” Jensen cleared his throat, remembering how Jared had bounced into work that morning, all smiles and sunshine – even more than usual - and Jensen had jokingly questioned whether or not his friend had gotten lucky the previous night. Jared had laughed it off, and Jensen hadn’t really been concerned because, hell, he’d been at the bar with Jared and Mike and Tom until sometime after midnight.
Oh. Christ.
His silence must have told Tom something, because the next minute his friend was chirping nervously, “Well, I gotta go. Bye!”
Jensen nearly choked, lunging forward like he could somehow stop Tom from hanging up. “Just hold on a goddamn minute—”
The line went dead. And the top of Jensen’s head blew off.
Sugar, We're Going Down
Pairing: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki
Length: ~10,000
Author on LJ:
strippedpink Author Website: RPS Tag
Your typical "someone spilled the beans to the national media" story wherein the boys break up, one gets jealous, and then they end up back together by the end. But this story is funny, hot, and features some great Michael Rosenbaum and CMM appearances. I love this fic almost solely for the author's Chad because he's a douchebag...but he's a caring douchebag.
Great writing, great humor, and excellent emotional portrayal throughout this fic. Also, some unusual top!Jensen action. YUM.
It was nearing the end of the third quarter, and Jensen was working up a good future hangover when the telephone rang. He blinked slowly, trying to focus on whatever the hell was happening on the screen, reaching over to grab his phone.
“Jensen? Did you just burp at me?”
Huh. He hadn’t even realized he’d turned the phone on. “Tommy?” he asked, biting off a curse when Drew Bledsoe made a sucky pitch to Terrell Owens that resulted in a turnover.
“Yeah, man. Listen, I know you’re doing your stag night or whatever, but…”
Jensen waited for Tom to finish, tossing three Gummi Bears into his mouth and chasing them with Corona.
“…I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have called. Mike told me not to. But I just think you should know…”
There he was, hesitating again. Jensen started to get a queer feeling in his belly and shifted on the couch. “Welling, spit it out,” he grumbled, knowing that he definitely was not gonna like whatever came out of Tom’s mouth next.
“Jaredleftwithsomeonelastnightanditwasn'tjustforaridehomeifyouknowwhatImean.”
Jensen blinked, letting out a startled laugh. “Dude. What?”
Jensen’s amused smile began to fade away as Tom repeated himself, and by the time Tom was finished sweat had broken out across his forehead. He wasn’t aware that he was clutching the receiver in a death grip until small tingles signaled that the nerves in his hands didn’t approve.
“Jensen?” Tom’s voice carried an uncertain, sympathetic note. “Jen, you still there?”
“What? Yeah.” Jensen cleared his throat, remembering how Jared had bounced into work that morning, all smiles and sunshine – even more than usual - and Jensen had jokingly questioned whether or not his friend had gotten lucky the previous night. Jared had laughed it off, and Jensen hadn’t really been concerned because, hell, he’d been at the bar with Jared and Mike and Tom until sometime after midnight.
Oh. Christ.
His silence must have told Tom something, because the next minute his friend was chirping nervously, “Well, I gotta go. Bye!”
Jensen nearly choked, lunging forward like he could somehow stop Tom from hanging up. “Just hold on a goddamn minute—”
The line went dead. And the top of Jensen’s head blew off.
Sugar, We're Going Down