Dean licked his lips as he watched Nathaniel undress. Nothing at all to be ashamed of there. There was a distinct age difference, but not in body tone. The man was easily as fit as Dean was.

The order made him smile and he slipped down off the table to unfasten his jeans. He kicked his boots off and shoved his jeans down, boxer free today, and kicked them aside as well. Then he leaned back against the table and smiled, waiting for Nathaniel's next move.