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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He had CDs too! He might be ten years older, but he didn't have that big of a problem with catching up with the times. He hoped those didn't cause a rift between them though! How tragic would that be.

The tape collection wasn't so shabby though -- quite a few of the bands Dean had told him he liked and then some. He also had some vinyl records he'd been given stacked next to a player in the corner.

After the dishes were done and put away, he went to poke his head into the room to see what Dean was up to. "Find some stuff you like?"

Dean was willing to overlook a few minor flaws for the sake of really hot sex and good company, fortunately!

"Yeah, definitely. You've got some really good stuff here." If only his car would play vinyl. That would be awesome. He looked up and grinned a little, gesturing to a small stack of cassettes he'd pulled out that looked the most appealing. Didn't want to totally wipe the guy out, after all. "You feel like you could part with a few of these? I'd be glad to pay for them."

How fortunate!

"Nah, don't need you to pay. Take'em." He moved to settle on a chair he had in the room, watching Dean go through the cassettes he'd found. Wasn't going to charge him for stuff you could probably find the bargain bin nowadays.

"'Course you could promise to bring them back sometime." Even if it was really far into the future.

He shifted a little when Nathaniel sat down so he was facing him a little more directly. "Definitely. Any time you want." Any excuse to come back, really.

Dean glanced over a the guitars and then back to him. "You wouldn't feel like playing anything, would you?"

"Then help yourself." As long as he got them back eventually -- and got more of Dean's company. He wasn't going to complain about that.

At the question, he arched a brow curiously and gave the acoustic guirar a brief look. Play, huh? "If you want to hear something, sure. Haven't got to play for anyone in a long time."

"Yeah, if you feel like it. I'm a sucker for guitar music." He liked acoustic music more than he usually admitted, too. Electric was awesome, but there was something more intimate about a good acoustic piece.

"Sure, alright. Haven't played for an audience in awhile though... might be kinda rusty." Still, he shifted to reach for the acoustic guitar and settled it in his lap. After quick to check to make sure it was still tuned, he gave a look to Dean.

"Got any requests for songs or do you want me to surprise you?"

"Surprise me." They had pretty similar musical tastes, it seemed, so he didn't figure anything Nathaniel picked would be bad. Music always sounded twice as good when it was live, anyway.

He leaned back on his hand and grinned, waiting for Nathaniel to play. He'd never had a private concert before!

"Alright, surprise you." He paused, thoughtfully. Dean had already told him some of his favorites, so that narrowed his choices down. He flashed a smile in return as he started to play -- Ten Years Gone by Zeppelin. Always liked that song and he remembered the chords pretty easily.

Dean recognized the tune right away and broke into a wide smile. Zeppelin was always a good choice for any occasion. His fingers tapped soundlessly against the carpet, humming the tune very softly under his breath as he enjoyed the guitar. Nathaniel was really good. Jimmy Page wasn't an easy man to emulate.

He'd been playing the guitar since he was young... wasn't an easy song, but he got the hang of it eventually. It was good to see Dean enjoying it like that too... kind of liked that smile he had on. And it felt pretty good to be playing for someone else too, even if it was one guy. He kept playing, eyes alternating from the guitar and to Dean until the song ended.

He paused for a moment before he met Dean's eyes again. "So... How was it?"

Dean sat up straight when the song ended. He clapped playfully, still grinning. Very little made him happy like good music. Even more so when he got to hear it up close and personal. "Awesome. That was pretty impressive. You're really good."

He gave a laugh of his own at the clapping and slid the guitar off his lap and put it to the side for now. "Thanks."

Good to hear he'd enjoyed it. He leaned forward a little, reaching out to give him a tug to get him to come forward and closer.

Dean let him pull him closer and he knelt between Nathaniel's knees. His hands rested on the other man's thighs for balance and he leaned up to kiss him. "Thank you. I really enjoyed it."

He leaned into that kiss, hands coming up to cup either side of his face. "Glad you enjoyed it," he murmured against his lips before he leaned in for another kiss, deepening it a little.

Dean sighed into the kiss, lips parting to allow Nathaniel to deepen it as he pushed himself up and slipped into the other man's lap. His arms looped around Nathaniel's shoulders and he held onto him, pressing close. One hand gripped a fist full of the back of Nathaniel's shirt while the other tangled lightly in his hair to keep him close.

He definitely wasn't going to complain about Dean climbing in his lap like that. He let out a pleased hum into the kiss as his arms settled around his waist, pulling him in a little closer. The hand through his hair, tangling in earned a soft noise and parted from the kiss for now. He didn't pull too far away though.

"Remind me to play for you more, if this is what I get."

"Promise?" Dean gave him a teasing smile and turned his head to nip his way down Nathaniel's jawline. He sucked at a spot at the corner of Nathaniel's jaw and then nuzzled his way down his neck.

He scooted in closer when he was pulled, thighs pressing in tight at Nathaniel's hips.

"Well, with incentive like this..." Damn, that mouth of Dean's was talented. He let out a low noise and tipped his head to the side when Dean nuzzled at him. His hands went to rub at his back, fingertips trailing up his spine through the fabric of his shirt.

"You got a promise... whenever you want."

It helped a lot that Dean enjoyed the hell out of getting his mouth on Nathaniel. In just about any way he could.

Dean's teeth scraped experimentally against the skin at the base of Nathaniel's throat. He wasn't sure how the older man felt about Dean leaving marks behind, but he had plenty of time to stop him if he wanted to.

He let out a soft groan, eyes drifting shut to just focus on it. After a moment though, Nathaniel tipped his head down to seek out Dean's lips again for another deep kiss. "You getting ideas there, Dean"?

That was a very nice sound. Dean smiled against his skin and then leaned up into the kiss when he was invited. His hands smoothed down Nathaniel's chest over his shirt, enjoying the feel of warm skin so tantalizingly close. "I've always got ideas like this. It's my natural state of being."

"What about you?"

Oh, those hands felt good too. He leaned in to catch Dean's lips firmly, one hand going to rest at the back of his head, the other staying wrapped around him. "Might be getting some ideas, with you touching me like that."

"I've become very fond of your ideas." Dean smiled against his lips and let his hands slide under Nathaniel's shirt. "Wanna tell me some?"

His hands went to settle at Dean's hips and he leaned back a little bit to be able to meet his eyes. "Don't mind sharing... Gotta tell me first though, you want to stay right here or do you want to bring this back to the bedroom?"

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