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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"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.

Dean leaned in against his chest while his hands washed Nathaniel's back. Then Dean turned him around, leaning against his soapy back while he washed his front. While he worked, he hummed thoughtfully and leaned up to press a light kiss to the side of Nathaniel's neck. "You know... for the record? Next time you put me on that machine, I'd really like to suck you off while it's going."

Since he asked and all...

"Would you now?" He laughed a little and looked back over at Dean. "Next time we do that, I'll keep that in mind."

He was more than willing to accommodate that fantasy anytime. Dean was pretty talented with that mouth of his.

"Why's that funny?" He asked curiously as he put the soap aside and nudged Nathaniel toward the water spray to rinse off. Nice to hear him confirm there would be a next time, though. Dean liked feeling like Nathaniel was enjoying his company enough to want him back again.

"Maybe not funny," he said as he stepped up under the spray of water. Prospective blow jobs were very rarely, if ever funny! "It was direct though... and I like that."

"Well, you did ask..." Dean shrugged and stepped up close to finish rinsing himself off, too. "And I enjoy doing it."

Then he reached for a towel as he stepped out of the shower. He dried off slowly, taking his time while Nathaniel finished up in the shower.

"I like hearing what you like to do too. Gives me ideas of my own." Once he was done, he shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel of his own.

"Getting to do some pretty big things I enjoy already."

"Yeah? Like what?" Dean asked curiously as he headed out to find some clothes to pull on. A t-shirt and sweatpants sounded good until he found out if they were leaving the apartment or not.

"Thinking I might want to keep it a secret for now." They coul discuss basics later after all. Heading to the bedroom, he grabbed some clouthes to slouch around in. No reason to get dressed up if they weren't going anywhere for a bit.

"You think you can handle the coffee while I get breakfast on?"

"Huh." Dean was curious, but he decided not to push right now. He followed Nathaniel into the kitchen.

"I think I can manage coffee." It wasn't that complicated.

"Thanks. Coffee's int he cabinet above the maker." He went to get everything he'd need to make their breakfast. "After that, you can just sit back, relax a little."

Dean reached for the coffee and pulled it down to start the machine brewing. Once it was going, he moved to the table and sat down so he could watch Nathaniel work.

"Who taught you to cook?" He asked curiously.

"My father taught me a little here and there, then the rest I learned on my own." He kept his attention on what he was doing for now, getting the food on and handling all the prep work.

"How about you, you cook any?"

"Some. I did most of the cooking for me and my little brother growing up. Dad worked a lot." He rested his chin on his arms and watched Nathaniel. It was interesting to observe someone when they were focused on what they were doing. "Never was very good at it. There were a lot of Spaghetti O's."

"A little brother... how old is he?" He looked up when he saw Dean watching him and nodded at the response. "Before I got a handle on cooking, I lived off of Spaghetti O's. Well, and soup. It's hard to mess up canned stuff."

"Sam's nineteen. And a freakin' foot taller than me, the little ingrate." Little brothers should have the decency to stay little! Dean smiled a little when Nathaniel looked over. "I don't think I ever got a handle on it. If it's not a sandwich or something out of a can, I'm pretty useless."

"Sounds like you fed him well then. Where is he now anyway?" He gave a short laugh and turned his attention back to their breakfast. "I'll remember to not ask you to cook anything too hard while you're here."

"School. Stanford." Dean frowned a little. Dangerous territory for the conversation. Of all the things he didn't want to talk about, Sam taking off was right at the top. "I could learn to cook. I just never really have to time or opportunity."

"Impressive." Judging from the frown though, Dean might not think so. He decided to follow the subject change and nodded when Dean went on. "Well, feel free to use my kitchen anytime you want. I can give you a pointer here and there, maybe."

It was impressive. Hell, Dean was proud of the kid. Heartbroken, but proud. Still, not what he wanted to talk about right now, so he was glad when the conversation moved on. "Yeah? I might take you up on that. A guy can never have too many skills."

"Then maybe I can impress you with my cooking someday. Fair's fair."

"I'm not gonna argue there. I haven't had someone else cook for me in awhile." He flashed a grin over at Dean and, once he thought everything looked down, went to plate their breakfast.

He moved over to the table and placed the plates down, taking a seat across from Dean. "What other skills do you have anyway?"

When it looked like things were getting close to done, Dean got up to pour them both some coffee. He set one mug down at Nathaniel's place and took his seat across from him. The plates Nathaniel set down for them were fantastic. The food looked great and smelled better. "Thanks."

"Me? Well, I'm a pretty good mechanic. My uncle taught me to track and hunt things in the woods. My dad was a Marine, so I'm pretty good in a brawl..." He trailed off and shrugged. Most of his talents weren't exactly impressive to normal people. "I'm an awesome poker and pool player."

"And pretty good in the sack." He grinned.

"My dad used to take me hunting when I was younger... haven't gone with him in ages though. You like it?" He took a bite of his food and flashed a playful look across the table. "I'll keep the brawling in mind in case I ever need some help."

He gave a teasing grin before bringing his coffee mug to his lips, taking a sip. "I'm not gonna lie about the other."

"You know... I like the tracking part. I'm not so keep on the actual shooting. I'm good at it, but not real fond of the idea of shooting things I don't actually need to kill." Dean didn't mind shooting things that were trying to kill him or someone else, but deer just didn't fit that bill. It was Bambi, man!

Nathaniel let out out a soft snort at that, nodding. "Yeah, guess it's not for everyone. When's the last time you tried to go hunting anyway?"

It's not actually Bambi!

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