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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Part of him was certain he'd say or do the wrong thing somewhere and end up messing this all up before it even got a chance to get going. Hell, he wasn't even sure where he wanted it to go, just that he wasn't ready to see it end yet. He'd been afraid he already hit that line already somehow, maybe being too needy or clingy or something.

Fortunately, Nathaniel didn't seem to be ready to ask him to leave. Dean figured if he dialed back on what he wanted and followed direction a little more, things would be fine. That formula worked for him more often than it didn't.

"What did you want to do until the bar opens?" He asked as Nathaniel pulled away.

"Doesn't matter to me. We could watch TV or something for awhile?" That'd kill the time until they needed to head down to the bar, he figured. Maybe give them something else to focus on too, something to relax with.

"Might be a movie on."

"Yeah, sounds good. Want to maybe order a pizza or something? I'll buy." Since they had some time, they might as well take care of lunch. He figured they'd be needing energy later tonight when they got around to using the new collar.

"Sure. I'll call it in." While Dean went to settle in, he went to grab the phone and put in an order for a pizza -- and since he remembered Dean saying he liked them with a lot of meat, he made sure that's what he ordered. After that, he went to go sit on the couch.

"Awesome, thanks." Dean stretched out on the couch and got comfortable. He picked up the remote and flipped on the television, changing channels until he found a movie that looked interesting. When Nathaniel returned, he shifted a little closer. Just a little bit.

When he saw Dean shifting in, he scooted in a little bit as well and tossed his arm along the back of the couch. Not quite around Dean, but inviting him closer if that's what he wanted. His eyes stayed on the TV, watching whatever the movie was Dean chose. Didn't look bad so far.

Since that looked like an invitation, Dean went ahead and leaned in against Nathaniel's side. He'd have to get up when the pizza arrived, but for now he got himself comfortable.

When Dean leaned in, Nathaniel settled even more. Liked the warm weight pressed in against him, honestly. It was nice. It'd be a shame to lose when he had to get up for the pizza, but on the plus side, they'd have food added to the mix too.

Dean smiled to himself when Nathaniel settled in more. Definitely nice. Warm and cozy. If not for the imminent pizza arrival, he might have fallen asleep there.

When the pizza arrived, Dean pushed himself up to get the door and pay. It smelled great and he realized he was more hungry than he thought. He set the box down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Beer?"

"That'd be good, thanks." He sat up and reached for the box to grab a slice. It had been comfortable to lay back with Dean cozied up against him. Hadn't relaxed like that in a long time and while he knew it wouldn't last that much longer, he'd enjoy it while he could.

Dean grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and sat down beside Nathaniel, handing one over and then reaching for a slice of pizza for himself. "Smells good. You know all the good spots, huh?"

"Well, I did grow up here. Gives me an advantage in that area, I guess." He flashed a brief smile before bringing his beer up to his lips, leaning back on the cushions again.

"Didn't take too long to get settled back in once I moved back either."

"I think that's cheating. The pizza's really good, though, so I'll let it slide this time." Dean settled back in his seat and leaned his shoulder against Nathaniel's while he ate. "Are you happy now? Here?"

"How's that cheating exactly? You can't blame a guy for knowing his way around his hometown!" He watched as Dean settled back in close against him, lips quirking up a little. The question got him to pause though, really consider it.

"I guess for the most part, yeah."

"Only for the most part?" Dean glanced over at him curiously. It might have been too personal a question, so he wouldn't be too upset if Nathaniel didn't answer, but he couldn't help but be curious about the man. Everything he'd learned so far had been interesting enough to make him want to know more.

For the most part, Nathaniel was kind of an open book. He didn't mind sharing most things with other people, but even for him, some things weren't exactly pleasant topics to bring up. "Yeah, well... we all have our regrets, right? Or just things we'd like to change. I'm glad I moved back though, got a steady job or once."

"Sorry." He smiled more softly and nudged his shoulder lightly with his own. He reached for another pizza slice and a change of subject. "Think tonight'll be busy downstairs?"

"Nothing to apologize for." He reached for another slice. "Probably. It's the weekend and we always get more people piling in then."

"Nice. We'll keep busy, then." Time flew by when they had something to focus on. The busier they were, the faster they'd get to the end of the night and their other plans.

"Looking forward to after the job, are we?" There was a hint of amusement to his voice as he looked over at Dean, eyes raking over him.

"So am I."

"Maybe I just like to work?" He teased. That look made his heart race a little. He settled back in his seat, leaning into Nathaniel once again.

"You are, huh? Anything I can do to convince you to give me some hints?"

"That is one amazing work ethic you have then." He arched a brow at that one question, considering it briefly. Convincing sounded pretty interesting...

"Maybe. You can always try if you got an idea..."

"Oh, I work hard." Dean teased. Then he shifted to straddle Nathaniel's lap and slide his arms around his neck. One long, deep kiss later, he murmured against the other man's lips. "How much convincing time do I have?"

Oh, that was nice. Anytime Dean was in his lap had been great so far. His arms settled around his hips to draw him in even closer. "About an hour... think you can work with that?"

Dean smiled at that. He leaned in to kiss Nathaniel again. "I think I can make something of it."

He gently turned Nathaniel's head to the side and kissed and nipped down Nathaniel's jaw. He nuzzled a spot under Nathaniel's jaw and sucked the skin there, starting up a slow roll of his hips. Just a slow grind for the friction. His hands slipped under Nathaniel's shirt, palms moving slowly over the bare skin.

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