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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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"Alright, thanks." Dean disappeared into the bathroom and gratefully climbed into the shower. This place actually had warm water and decent water pressure. Man, that felt so good compared to the last few places he'd stayed.

The warm water felt good on his back, too, and he let himself enjoy it a few minutes before he got busy scrubbing down. Nice as it was, Dean didn't want to use up all the hot water before Nathaniel got his shower.

He rinsed, dried off, and climbed out to get dressed. He pulled on a nice pair of older jeans, worn nicely in all the good places, and a soft, button down shirt. Normally he wouldn't worry too much about dressing 'up' but he felt like he needed to make a little better impression now that he had a chance and he knew he looked good in this outfit.

He emerged from the bathroom and dropped his bag out of the way in the living room, his boots beside it. For now, he was comfortable staying barefoot until they decided what to do next.

He paused to look Dean over appreciatively. Looked good in that for sure. "I'll be back soon, alright? TV's in the living room if you want to veg out for awhile."

He just wanted to go jump in a shower real fast, get himself washed up, then they could go do something or whatever. He stepped into the bathroom and washed himself up quickly. After he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the bedroom to dress real fast -- just a pair of black jeans and a shirt. Not too dressy, but he looked nice enough. He combed through his hair and then stepped out to find where Dean got off to.

"Awesome, thanks." He wasn't too interested in TV right now, but it was a good way to waste some time while he waited for Nathaniel.

He was sprawled on the couch, flipping channels, when Nathaniel reemerged. He looked up from his slouch and smiled. Definitely looked good in those jeans.

"So, what do you feel like doing?" He asked as he straightened up and moved over a little to give the other man room to sit on the couch beside him.

"I don't know." He settled next to Dean and shrugged. "You're sort of my guest... so sure you don't have any requests?"

It would be easier if he knew what interested Dean. All he remembered from last night involved kinky stuff though.

"Uh... what do you do for fun around here?" Dean didn't tend to get a lot of down time, so it was hard to say what he would do to relax. Picking people up at bars and clubs was usually his R&R. He kind of wanted there to be something more to this, though.

"Could we see your bar? Or take a walk somewhere? Anything. I'm not really hard to please."

"Haven't been back here too long, myself, but there are a lot of shops... restaurants and cafes. Lots of things to see." He shrugged, leaning back against the couch as he tried to think of where they could go.

"Yeah, sure. No one's going to be in just yet, but we can head down and look at it... then head out for a walk." Sounded like a good plan to him.

"That all sounds good." Dean nodded and smiled. It would be fun to see his bar and the town. If this thing worked out like he hoped it would, he might be spending some time in the town.

He made a sweeping gesture with his arm and grinned. "Lead the way."

"Alright, let's go then." He got to his feet, flashed a grin. He grabbed his keys off the table by the door and led the way outside and down tot he entrance of the bar.

He opened the door and headed inside. He waited until Dean had joined him before closing and locking up again -- way too early for customers coming in just yet. After that, he went to hit the lights.

The bar was nice, new and clean, well stocked too. Nathaniel made sure of that. "Make yourself comfortable.'

Dean gave a low, impressed whistle and looked around. The place probably wasn't the swankiest bar in the world, but it was a lot nicer than most of the ones he spent his time in.

He wandered over to the bar and slipped onto a bar stool, still admiring the bar. "This is a really nice bar. I like it a lot. You must be proud of the place."

"Thanks." He grinned as he stepped up behind the bar and leaned against the smooth top. "I am... never thought this'd be what I'd do with my life, but I'm proud of what I made here."

He leaned his chin against his palm. "Just opened not that long ago, so it's not all that impressive yet. Planning on adding more to it, if we do well enough."

Dean laced his fingers together, elbows on the top of the bar, and rested his chain on his hands. It was nice. Quiet and relaxed. It would probably still be nice later, too, but right now he was enjoying it just being the two of them.

"I think it's impressive. What're you thinking of adding?"

It was pretty nice. Quiet for now and gave them some time to talk. He shrugged at the question and looked around. "An area for live music, maybe. Be cool to have some bands come in here, I think."

"That'd be awesome. What kind of music do you like?" Dean kind of liked to listen to Nathaniel talk. He liked the way he seemed enthusiastic and hopeful for his bar and his future. Somebody with plans and goals. He never had that.

"Well, my first love's always going to be rock. Classic, the modern stuff... whatever." He gave Dean a curious look.

"How about you? What kind of music do you like, Dean?"

Dean lit up in a bright smile when Nathaniel talked about rock and classic rock. That was exactly what he'd been hoping to hear. He'd have accepted country music if that was what Nathaniel was into, but this was so much easier. "Pretty much exactly that. Rock, classic rock. I still have Metallica, AC/DC, Boston, and a bunch of others on cassette to listen to in my car."

Nathaniel liked that smile on Dean. He found himself returning it a little. He laughed under his breath. "Cassettes, huh? I'm kind of surprised."

Dean had to be younger than him... figured he'd at least have a CD player or something. "Classic car, classic rock... You know, you're going to have to show me this collection sometime. Got some tapes upstairs too, if you want to go through them." He grinned wider.

"They were my dad's originally. He passed them along to me with the car when he gave it to me. I guess his new truck came with a CD player or whatever." Cassettes just sounded better, okay? He didn't care what anyone said.

"Definitely. Anytime. I love showing off my car like other people show off their babies." It was his baby, after all. "Would definitely love to see yours, too. It sounds like you've got good taste."

He bit his bottom lip, still grinning, and leaned forward a little on his elbows. It was probably weird to be hesitant after last night, but he wasn't sure what exactly the other man wanted, so it was better to ask, he supposed. "Is it weird that I really kind of want to kiss you right now?"

"Huh, that's one hell of a car to have passed along." He laughed at that. The guy really loved his car, huh? Or his 'baby'. Nathaniel would have to remember to keep that one in mind. Probably wouldn't be hard.

Though his attention was drawn away from cars and music when Dean decided to lean in even further. His eye darted down to his lip briefly where it was drawn between his teeth. Considering what they did last night? Yeah, probably no sense in being hesitant around each other. He tilted his head a little, grin fading into something smaller though still inviting. "Well, I sure hope not. Been thinking about the same thing, myself. You gonna go for it, Dean?"

Definitely going to go for it. Dean reached over and hooked a finger in Nathaniel's shirt collar. He leaned over the bar, pulling the other man in until he could press his lips against the other's. He kissed him slow and easy, just enjoying the press of Nathaniel's lips against his.

He leaned over when he was pulled in, meeting Dean's kiss and letting him lead the direction it went for now. One hand did slide up to rest against the side of Dean's face, keeping him pressed in close. He was enjoying this... those full lips pressed against his own, not rushed or needy like last night. Gave him a chance to really appreciate it.

Dean's tongue nudged at Nathaniel's lips to encourage them open. He pressed it deeper, sighing pleasantly into the kiss. This was nice. Slow and relaxed.

When he pulled back, he did it slowly, nipping lightly at Nathaniel's bottom lip and the corner of his mouth softly before finally sitting back down onto the bar stool. "Glad I decided to go for it..."

At least he knew now Dean really was talented with that mouth, in a lot of different ways. He smirked when teeth raked at his lips, eyes meeting Dean's when they were parted.

"Glad you did too. Definitely worth it." And Nathaniel would be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to maybe exploring more of Dean sometime, Hopefully soon. His hand dropped back to the bar counter.

"You still want to hang out here or do you want to go for that walk?"

"I'm up for anything." Dean was enjoying Nathaniel's company so he'd be happy to go either way. Of course, he was looking forward to spending some more alone time with Nathaniel, too.

"If we stay here, we'll have to entertain ourselves," he teased lightly.

"We both know we got ideas for that," he teased back, pressing his palms flat on the top of the bar and leaning on it.

"Bet you got some creative ideas in that head of yours too."

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