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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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.

When he was encouraged to do so, Nathaniel rocked his hips up a little faster, pushing a bit deeper. He let out a soft groan as he focused on the slide of those lips against his cock, the feel of his tongue on him. His eyes were half-lidded and heated, never leaving Dean for a second... he was getting one hell of a show here after all. Be a shame to mix it.

"Damn, Dean..."

Dean shivered at the way Nathaniel's voice sounded. He loved the way he could hear the pleasure in it. He moaned softly and let his mouth work the length of Nathaniel's cock as it moved over his lips. His tongue worked against the underside of the shaft and he sucked hard at the tip each time he pulled back.

His own hand kept its stroking, occasionally pausing at the base to give a squeeze. He'd been told not to come yet and he'd do his best to obey.

Nathaniel's breathing was heavy now, broken up only by low groans of pleasure as he kept fucking up into Dean's mouth. His hands pushed through the other's hair, smoothed over his shoulders and wherever else he could reach.

"Getting close," he warned. Dean hadn't had any problems swallowing so far, but he figured he'd give the warning just in case.

He liked the way Nathaniel's hands moved over him. They were light and gentle, not forcing anything. Dean moaned softly in approval and encouragement, not stopping when he heard the other man's warning. He stayed right where he was, taking each thrust of Nathaniel's hips and sucking eagerly around the shaft.

Nathaniel's muscles tensed and twitched as he came, hips bucking up as he rode it out. He groaned Dean's name as his head fell back to rest against the cushions of the couch. "Dean..."

He looked down hazily at Dean, smirking a little bit. "That was good. Come up here."

Dean slowly pulled back off Nathaniel and sat back on his heels, licking his lips. He smiled at the way Nathaniel looked. Definitely relaxed and pleased. Just what he was aiming for.

The order made him smile again and he let his hand slip off his own cock as he pushed himself up and slipped into the other man's lap. His arms wrapped around Nathaniel's neck and he leaned in to nuzzle his neck and murmured against the skin. "I've been wanting to do that all day."

He let out a pleased hum as he curled one arm around Dean and pulled him in closer, rubbing his free hand over his thigh lightly. He looked good like this and Nathaniel thought it was a sight he could definitely get used to. Turning his head, he let his lips graze over Dean's lightly.

"Yeah?" He leaned in to murmur right in Dean's ear, "How about I tell you you have permission to do that whenever you want?"

Wasn't a bad deal for him anyway. Nathaniel let his hand trail down between Dean's legs and curled around his cock to give him a playful squeeze.

Dean gave a breathy chuckle at that promise and then gasped when he felt Nathaniel squeeze him. His hips jerked up reflexively into that touch.

"Could be dangerous. What if I decide I want to in a movie theater or fitting room or outside in the park or something?" Sometimes, the thrill of maybe getting caught was very appealing.

"Who says I don't like dangerous now and then?" He started to pump his hand slowly, twisting his wrist teasingly as he met Dean's eyes. He couldn't help the smirk that tugged its way onto his lips.

"I still need to get you under my desk sometime too... when we're closing up or something."

"In that case, I'll gladly accept the permission." If it got his mouth on Nathaniel more often, Dean was all for it. Hell, he'd had such a good time, he'd nearly gotten off just from the act of sucking the man off. It had been difficult to hold himself back, especially after he was told to stroke himself.

A shiver ran through him and he whimpered, hips thrusting up into the motion of Nathaniel's hand. "You can have me anywhere you want me. Anytime."

He quickened his strokes in response to that whimper, not minding when Dean's hips started to move up into his fist as well. Nathaniel turned his head to catch him in a deep, heated kiss. He coaxed Dean's lips to part for him so he could dip his tongue into his mouth, explore it thoroughly.

He moaned at the taste of himself lingering on Dean's tongue. God, that was so much hotter than it should be, really.

Dean's lips parted at that coaxing and he opened completely to Nathaniel, allowing the other man to kiss him as deep as he liked. Dean moaned against his mouth, his eyes falling shut under all the sensation.

It didn't take long at all. Dean had been so close already, it was just the matter of a few more strokes of Nathaniel's hand before he came hard, writhing in his lap as he rode it out.

When the kiss ended, his mouth moved down Dean's jawline and neck, biting and sucking at the skin there as he stroked him through the pleasure. He stopped only when he thought Dean had come down. He smiled against his skin lightly.

"Well, looks like we're gonna have to wash up again before work..."

Oh, man. Dean practically melted into Nathaniel once his orgasm tapered off. His body felt like jello and he was so heated and lightheaded from the rush. A soft moan escaped him when he felt the pull of the bruise Nathaniel raised on his neck. No covering that up, he realized with a shiver of pleasure. Everyone would know what he'd been up to.

He chuckled breathlessly, automatically curling into Nathaniel as he relaxed. "I guess we will. Sorry about that. My persuasive techniques tend to do that."

In the light of day.

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