[Fic] pigeongirl99: On The Long and Weary Road
[ Other RPF: JDM/Jensen ]
Title: On The Long and Weary Road (Where the Music Played and I was Lost and you were Found)
Writer: pigeongirl99
Alternate links: AO3
Status of work: complete
Characters and/or pairings: Jensen/OMCs, Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Chris Kane, Jensen/Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Rating: NC-17
Length: 22 K
Warnings, kinks & contents: [Click to read]
Mentions, allusions, and some scenes of the following- violence (domestic and otherwise), child abuse, underage sex (consensual), non-con and dub-con.)
Length: 22,750 words
Summary: Set between circa 1919 - 1924. Takes place in Texas, Arkansas, New Orleans, New York, and Chicago. It's the jazz era, and Jensen is traveling the road from place to place, discovering the music of the era as he travels.
Reccer's notes: This fic was one of the first RPS fics I read and has a special place in my heart, I really love it. The writing is gritty, poetic and sensual, Jensen is my favourite flavour of prickly and wounded and I just adore his dynamic with Jeff beyond words (though this is not a fic focused on one pairing, except maybe Jensen/music); and just the whole setting, everything feels so visceral, tangible and real. If you have a weakness for fic set in different eras and enjoy a Jensen-focused read you might want to give this one a go!
[Short excerpt]Jeff passes him a drink and it's honest to god scotch in a cut glass tumbler.
"Come on, get warmed up, kid." Jeff is kneeling before the fireplace, feeding it newspaper and trying to get it going.
"Thank you for this," Jensen gestures to the drink, "But I should really be moving on home."
Jeff looks at him over his shoulder. "Nah, you should be staying here with me, having a drink and getting warm. It's too cold for you to be walking home now."
"But, I..." Jensen starts."Nonsense," Jeff interrupts. "Whatever you are going to say is nonsense." The fire catches and he clambers to his feet. He walks swiftly over to Jensen, clutches his hand and leads him over to the fire. Plonking himself down in one of the wing back chairs he tugs Jensen down sharply on top of him. "This is exactly where you should be."