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Dean woke slowly the next morning, his mind sluggish and disoriented. The first thing he noticed was that he wasn't alone. He laid on his side with another person's arms around him and a warm body pressed up against his back. It wasn't his room at the motel, either. The bed was too comfortable and the sheets smelled clean, not musty.

Without opening his eyes, Dean laid there and tried to think back over the night before. There was no hangover, so he couldn't have been drunk, but his memory was hazy anyway. He remembered checking out a club that was said to be suspicious...

Couldn't really remember going inside, although his mind kept producing hazy images of him on his knees and the smell of sex. Which, really, wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it would be nice to remember it. Some worrisome thought was niggling at the back of his mind, but he couldn't quite make it come forward.

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder at the man laying behind him.

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Nathaniel was curled around a warm body, arms wrapped around loosely and while that wasn't the first time this had ever happened, it was still strange. He wasn't that hungover, but he couldn't remember a thing that happened last night either.

Well, bits and pieces, but not enough to tell him much. That was rarely a good feeling, but he was trying keep his cool as he opened his eyes to look at the person in his bed.

Not bad looking... younger than him, maybe. And looking right at him.

Damn, he wished he remembered everything they'd done last night. "Hey..."

A quick glance over at the clock showed it was late. "'Morning."

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"Morning... ish." Dean wasn't really sure what to do right now. On one hand, this was really kind of awkward. On the other hand, it definitely wasn't the first time he'd woken up in someone's bed with no memory of how he got there. Usually there was alcohol involved, though. Part of him almost wanted to think maybe he'd been drugged, but if he was, this guy wasn't the culprit... he looked as confused as Dean was.

"So... I'm just going to say it. I have no idea what we did last night. I mean, some bits and pieces here and there, but... what the hell?"

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Well, first things first, Nathaniel was pulling away. Not really into cuddling with complete strangers... especially when he could barely remember what the hell happened. He shifted away, sitting up against the headboard as he tried to think.

What happened?

"I don't remember much either... Just checking out this club I heard about." He shrugged. "I'm guessing we met up there."

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"I've got a few," Dean agreed, leaning back in to brush his lips against Nathaniel's. When he pulled back, he smiled and murmured softly. "How sturdy's your pool table?"

He moved back and slipped off the bar stool, stepping slowly around the bar and over to the pool table. Nice one. The felt on top was new and soft. Dean trailed his fingertips across it lightly.

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"Seriously?" He watched Dean, amused as he walked over to the table. Couldn't deny there was a little thrill at the prospect too... fucking someone over the pool table? Definitely something he could get behind.

"Sturdy enough, I think." He circled around the bar and stepped up behind Dean, resting a hand at his hip.

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"I'm willing to entertain better ideas." Dean grinned when he felt Nathaniel's hand on his hip. He reached down and covered Nathaniel's hand, holding onto it while he turned and used the grip to pull him close and lean in to kiss him again. Dean let go of his hand and wrapped one arm around Nathaniel's shoulders, the other hand braced him to push himself up onto the table's edge.

Dean's legs slipped around Nathaniel's hips and he kissed him deeper.

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Dean nodded and slipped off the table to start getting dressed. That wasn't something he heard often... that he was wanted for more than sex. It was exciting and kind of daunting. What if he wasn't that interesting with his clothes on?

"So, where to first, then?" He asked as he bent to lace his boots back up.

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"Well, believe we said something about a walk, if you're still up for it." So far? Dean seemed interesting... and they seemed to get along well to boot. Nathaniel found himself hoping that it stayed that way.

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"Yeah, definitely." Dean wouldn't mind getting a tour of the sights. Maybe pick up some lunch for later. As long as they got to spend time together, he was happy.

When he was dressed and ready, he smiled and waited near the door for Nathaniel to lead the way.

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Dean laughed and shook his head at the teasing. It was nice. Felt strangely familiar and comfortable for only having known Nathaniel a few days. It was something he could get used to, if he let himself. Kind of a scary thought, really. One he was going to let go for now and just enjoy the good company. See what happened.

His smile turned more heated when he answered. "Promise to keep your laughing to a minimum and I'll show you anything you want to see. For as long as you want to see it."

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That got an interested look out of Nathaniel and he leaned in a little closer, meeting Dean's eyes. "Yeah? You sure you want to make an offer like that, Dean? I can think of some interesting things definitely."

There was a lot he could think of he'd like to do with Dean, honestly. "Be interested in hearing some of your ideas too, you know. Something tells me you've got a lot of them."

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"Not... always..." He panted, gasping and moaning while Nathaniel nipped him and ground harder against him. The increased pace and friction were driving him steadily toward his climax. His whole body was going tight and rigid with the building pressure.

Nathaniel's question elicited a whimper and Dean nodding, clutching tighter at him. "So close..."

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Dean was holding onto him so tight right now, Nathaniel had to wonder if his hands would be leaving marks behind. Didn't really mind if they did or not, not with the way he was whimpering like that. "Me too... so go ahead, let go for me. Let me hear you."

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Dean whimpered when Nathaniel withdrew his hand, but he moved to obey. He got to his feet and undressed. Then he knelt to pull off Nathaniel's shoes and his jeans and boxers. His shirt went last and then Dean knelt with his hands resting on Nathaniel's knees. He gave a soft, coy smile. "Now what, Master?"

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"I want your mouth on me. Go slow, don't touch yourself either." He didn't really want to get off yet, but damn, Dean was talented with that mouth. Had a feeling he'd be eager to get it on him whenever he could.

"I'll tell you when to stop."

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Dean woke the next morning slow and unwilling. He was too comfortable and still tired. It was preferable to lay there and soak up the warmth of the body next to him and revel in the soft mattress and clean sheets. On his usual days, he had exactly none of those things.

Slowly, the memories of the last couple of nights filtered back in and he smiled slightly, not yet opening his eyes. If that had been all a dream, he was not at all interested in waking up for a good long while.

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Nathaniel was still asleep, himself, and shifted a little closer to Dean to get comfortable, unwilling to wake up yet. One arm curled back around Dean instinctively, a low murmur leaving his lips.

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The music collection sounded really interesting. He shot a guilty look at the dishes, though. "You sure you don't want some help? I hate to leave you to do everything since you cooked and all..."

Or was that a weird offer? Too domestic? Dean had a hard time figuring out the line between 'polite' and 'trying too hard' sometimes.

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"Go ahead, I don't mind." He looked over his shoulder, reassuring look on his face. "You're a guest, so don't worry about it."

It wasn't exactly a weird offer, but Nathaniel didn't really feel comfortable piling chores on a guy he barely knew. Now if Dean kept coming back here, that might be different...

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Part of him was certain he'd say or do the wrong thing somewhere and end up messing this all up before it even got a chance to get going. Hell, he wasn't even sure where he wanted it to go, just that he wasn't ready to see it end yet. He'd been afraid he already hit that line already somehow, maybe being too needy or clingy or something.

Fortunately, Nathaniel didn't seem to be ready to ask him to leave. Dean figured if he dialed back on what he wanted and followed direction a little more, things would be fine. That formula worked for him more often than it didn't.

"What did you want to do until the bar opens?" He asked as Nathaniel pulled away.

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"Doesn't matter to me. We could watch TV or something for awhile?" That'd kill the time until they needed to head down to the bar, he figured. Maybe give them something else to focus on too, something to relax with.

"Might be a movie on."

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"Yes, Master." Dean purred playfully as he stepped into the shower when he was nudged. Dean was actually looking forward to the bar tonight. It was a fun place to spend time and he was kind of enjoying working behind the bar.

In the shower, he slipped his arms around Nathaniel's neck and kissed him slow and easy. He knew they didn't have a lot of time, but he couldn't resist it.

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Nathaniel's arms came up around him when he leaned in to kiss him like that. Might not have a lot of time, but that didn't stop him from nudging Dean back until he was pressed against the shower wall, returning that kiss with the same slowness. It was just nice to be able to do this for a few moments... they could spare that.

"You know," he murmured against Dean's lips. "I could get used to this."

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His body trembled with the effort of keeping still. His breath came in short, desperate pants. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to lose it again. Break the rules.

Scrambling for something to focus on, Dean too a deep breath and let it out slow, closing his eyes once again to try and keep steady. He let himself sink deeper into that submissive mindset he'd always danced around, but never quite let himself fully surrender to. His own pleasure was pushed back in favor of concentrating on what his master wanted and how to please him. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to move or moan or plead... all that mattered was that his master had given him a command and he had to obey.

Dean relaxed deeper into the mattress, breathing still hitched and jerky at times and his body still trembling faintly, but overall more still and calm. Quiet. Just as he'd been told.

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They went from fancy suspension equipment and paddles, to all the toys they used at the club to this... definite step back from their first night together, but important, Nathaniel decided. Dean didn't have much experience with this stuff, he'd said, and he'd need the training, the discipline if they kept this up.

Damn he hoped they kept this up more and more each day they were together.

His focus was on Dean right now, the way he finally managed to relax his body, keep quiet. The jerky breath and trembling was to be expected - something he didn't think Dean would be able to stamp out completely. It was satisfying to hear the surrender though, to be able to reward Dean like this.

He doubled his efforts over Dean's cock, coaxing him closer to the edge. If he managed to keep behaving, Nathaniel would even let him finish finally.

To have his mouth free, he drew off Dean's cock eventually, stroking the spit-slick flesh with his hand as he leaned up to speak against his ear. "That's it, doing good, keep it up."