Dean watched him get comfortable. He'd only been told not to talk. Nathaniel didn't say anything about looking, so he was going to assume it was okay to. That flutter of anticipation was growing, deepening, and expanding into arousal now. Dean had long since given up trying to examine how fucked up it made him to be aroused by kneeling at another man's feet. Right now, he was just going to let himself enjoy finally getting to enjoy his fantasy.

When Nathaniel spoke, he shuffled over on his knees and settled in front of him. He pulled first one and then the other of Nathaniel's feet into his lap, carefully untying and removing each boot and sock, then he set them aside. He looked up when he was finished, ready for whatever order would come next.