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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"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.

Nathaniel tipped his head to the side to give Dean access, letting out a soft sigh at the contact. His hands moved up his back and sides, just enjoying the attention while he had it. He pressed into Dean's hands as he pushed his hips up. "Mm, good start so far."

"Yeah? Am I getting warmer?" Dean grinned and started unbuttoning Nathaniel's shirt. His hands smoothed down the other man's chest once the shirt was open. His lips stayed active, kissing and licking his way down Nathaniel's neck and collar.

His hands moved down Nathaniel's stomach and then started unbuckling his belt. "How about now?"

"Definitely," he murmured, eyes darting between their bodies to watch as Dean worked on his belt. He bucked his hips up teasingly again as his hands groped at Dean's ass to draw him closer.

"Keep that up and I might be inclined to give you a couple hints..."

Dean rocked his hips a little harder, grinding down into the motion of Nathaniel's hips and back into the grip of his hands. Once Nathaniel's belt and pants were open, he slid a hand inside to rub against him slow and teasing. "I'm willing to work hard, remember? I can be very persuasive."

His breath caught when he felt Dean's hand on him and he tipped his head back against the cushion of the couch. He moaned out lowly at the rubbing, hips bucking up in an attempt to get more. "Mm, you still want a little sample, huh?"

Leaning up, he spoke against Dean's ear, "I'm gonna put that collar on you and send you upstairs... and I don't want just that. You'll make us a drink and wait on your knees for me while I decide just what I want to do with you. Want you to stay quiet until I give you permission otherwise. Understand?"

A soft moan escaped him when Nathaniel spoke against his ear. That sounded perfect. Right out of one of his fantasies. He licked his lips and squeezed a little harder, pressing the heel of his hand into the growing bulge underneath it.

"I understand." Dean turned to nip at Nathaniel's earlobe lightly. Figured now was as good a time as any to ask the question that had been bugging him. "Is it weird when I call you master? Would you rather I say something else?"

The squeeze earned another soft noise as his hands smoothed up Dean's back again. He turned his head to kiss along his jawline and nipped here and there. He let out a soft noise at the nip, eyes drifting shut briefly. "I like it when you call me master. You feel comfortable calling me that?"

"Yeah, I like it. I trust you." Oddly enough, he really did. Even though they'd only known each other a short time, it still felt right. Comfortable.

Dean's hand moved to pull Nathaniel's cock free and started stroking him slowly from base to tip. He shifted his position, pulling back enough to slide out of Nathaniel's lap and down between his knees. Dean's head dipped and he brushed his tongue against the tip of Nathaniel's cock, eyes rolling up to look at the other man as he did.

"Good." It was nice to hear Dean trusted him... he wanted him to. He watched as Dean slipped of his lap and down onto the floor with a heated gaze. Dean was an attractive guy, even more when he was on his knees Nathaniel was finding.

He let out a low moan as Dean's slick tongue moved over his cock, meeting his eyes. "That feels great," he murmured. "But I want to see you too. Undo your jeans for me."

Dean smiled at the order and released Nathaniel's cock, sitting back on his heels. He reached for his own jeans, unfastening them and pushing the jeans and shorts down his hips a bit. His own cock, already hard, slipped out and he breathed a sigh of relief when it was free. To make sure Nathaniel had a good view, he tugged his own shirt up and over his head. Out of the way.

"How's that?" He asked as he slipped back between Nathaniel's legs and wrapped his hand around Nathaniel's cock once again. He started to stroke him again, slow and firm. His tongue flicked out to lap at the tip again, teasing.

"A lot better," he murmured, spreading his legs a little wider to give Dean further access. He let his eyes roam over him, taking in the sight of that body exposed to him now, eyes settling on his cock for a moment. His muscles twitched and tensed a little under the attention and he let his head fall back for now.

Nathaniel just focused on the way Dean's mouth felt against his skin, the warmth of his hand as he stroked him.

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