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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"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.

Dean wrapped his lips around the tip and sucked firmly. His hand stroked along the shaft in time with the rhythmic sucking. After a moment, his hand stopped at the base and squeezed lightly, his mouth moving slowly down to take him in deep.

His breath caught again and he couldn't hold back the slight buck his hips gave as Dean took him down even deeper. He tried to keep it small though -- he didn't want to risk going too deep or hurting Dean by accident.

"You can touch yourself too," he murmured, looking down at Dean. "I want to see it as a matter of fact."

Dean moaned at Nathaniel's instructions. He shifted to spread his legs more apart, giving Nathaniel more of a view. His free hand slipped down to wrap around his own cock and he stroked himself slowly.

When he took Nathaniel in as deep as he could, he stayed there a moment, sucking firmly and swallowing around the shaft. The hand that had been wrapped around the base of it moved to settle on Nathaniel's hip, thumb rubbing lightly at the skin.

That was what he wanted to see. Nathaniel's eyes lingered over the sight heatedly, unable to decide if he wanted to watch Dean's mouth work over his cock or the way he was rubbing himself off to all this. He let his hand all down to tangle through Dean's hair lightly, pushing through it.

The soft, wet heat surrounding him had him moaning out, rolling his hips up slowly, carefully. "Don't get yourself off yet."

Dean made a sound of agreement, not willing to let go long enough to answer. His hand stayed slow on himself, not anywhere close to enough to get him off, even if he might have liked to.

When Nathaniel's hips moved again, Dean tugged lightly to encourage it. Then his hand moved from Nathaniel's hip to brace against the couch cushions. His eyes locked on Nathaniel's face, watching him while he moved.

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