followstheorders | In the light of day.

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In the light of day.

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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"We should get up and shower," he murmured after awhile, finally opening his eyes to look down at Dean as he moved down his collar bone.

"Unless you're having fun."

"I'm always having fun," he murmured against Nathaniel's skin. Then he yawned and stretched, and finally looked up at him. "Shower sounds pretty good, too, though."

"Yeah." HE stretched lazily before pushing himself up reluctantly. "Alright, I'll go start the shower."

It meant moving, but a nice, hot shower sounded like a good start to the morning. Getting to his feet, he headed for the bathroom and got the water on, waiting for it to warm up.

Dean slowly followed, taking his time crawling out of the cozy bed. He wandered into the bathroom while Nathaniel was getting the water going. "I love your shower. Roomy, good water pressure, lots of hot water. You're a lucky man."

"I'm a lucky man for my shower, huh?" He gave an amused look before stepping inside.

"Guess you don't get many on the road, huh?"

"Not good ones." Dean followed him into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He'd learned to appreciate the small things while living on the road. A good, hot shower was sometimes a priceless luxury. "I used to dream of living in a place that had a hot tub, too."

"I remember... used to travel quite a bit too." And they hadn't always had the cash to stay in nice places either. He stepped under the spray of water, tugging Dean in close to him.

"A place with a hot tub? Sounds good."

Dean was happy to be tugged in. He leaned against Nathaniel and sighed as the warm water ran down over them. "Yeah, it does. Every once in a long while I have to splurge and rent me a room somewhere nice with one in it."

He leaned in to start kissing along Dean's neck, reaching for the soap with his free hand to start washing over him. "Mm, how do you feel after last night anyway?"

"Pretty good. Tired, still, and a little achy, but really good." It was the ache of a night well spent. Dean was well familiar with that sort of soreness.

"Do you do stuff like that very often?" He'd never had the fortune of running into someone who had one of those machines at home.

"Not so much recently. I have." He let his hands rub at Dean's lower back, lightly, just enjoying the closeness for now.

"I haven't had many partners recently... been focusing on getting my business off the ground, so I haven't had time to look." He didn't return the question. Dean had already mentioned that he hadn't done much of this stuff before.

"Mmm. Guess I got lucky, then." True enough. Dean usually didn't enjoy a night so much he wanted to extend it longer. Not lately, anyway. He'd been too wary of getting close and ending up on the wrong side of a break-up again.

"Don't let me keep you from your business stuff, though. I don't want to get in the way."

"I'm getting it done." Nathaniel wasn't going to get that distracted, not when he had a business to run and employees that depended on them for their next paycheck anyway. Didn't mean he had no free time though... he was enjoying spending it with Dean.

Definitely glad he decided to go into the club a couple nights ago. "So, when do you have to leave anyway?"

Dean was definitely having a good time spending the time with Nathaniel. Whatever time he could have, he was going to enjoy. He stood happily under Nathaniel's hands while he was washed. "Today's, what? Saturday? I have to leave by Monday afternoon."

"Alright. Guess we should make the most of the time we got left." He shot Dean a playful look, arching a brow curiously. "You got any other fantasies you want to live out?"

A blush colored his face and he shook his head. "We already focused on me. It's your turn."

"My turn?" He slowly worked his way back up to kiss Dean's lips lightly. "You over the bar at some point wouldn't be a bad thing to see."

That was better. Much easier to focus on what Nathaniel wanted right now. "We can definitely do that. I'm really becoming fond of your bar."

"Yeah? Good. Want you to remember it for awhile after you leave." He nipped at Dean playfully, hands raking over his body. "Want you to think about it and everything we do here."

Dean's head tipped back and he groaned. He was really enjoying the way Nathaniel's hands were moving over him. He pushed in closer to them and smiled. "I don't think there's any chance of me forgetting this anytime soon."

"Yeah, me neither." He smiled at that groan and smoothed his hands down over Dean's hips lightly. "If you keep making noises like that, we might not be getting out of the shower anytime soon, you know."

"It's your fault for having such good hands," Dean answered back with a grin. "Speaking of which, though, what did you have in mind for when we do get out? I hope breakfast was on the list."

"I was thinking about cooking. Got a craving for sausage, eggs... Hashbrowns too, maybe. Sound good?" He didn't actually know much about what Dean liked to eat... they kind of had their minds on other things yesterday after all.

"That sounds amazing." Perfect, really. Dean was pleased to find Nathaniel wasn't some kind of health food nut. It was almost weird just how alike they were in a lot of ways. Encouraging.

"My turn." He reached for the soap to start washing Nathaniel. Sooner they got done here, the sooner they could start their day.

"Knock yourself out." He surrendered the soap and shifted to give Dean more access to scrub him up. He was pretty hungry actually... they'd done enough to work up quite an appetite.

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