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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"Yeah. I'm alright." Mostly. He didn't care too much about the physical discomfort but now that memories were coming back from the night before, he was starting to get that sinking, humiliated feeling he really wasn't fond of.

It was one thing to... have those fantasies. It was something else to act like that with a stranger who had no way of knowing he wasn't actually like that all the time. Dean could feel his face and his neck heating up and he fought down the urge to blurt out, I'm really NOT a whore... I just act like one at clubs with strange men.

Fucking hell.

"I should, uh... probably find my pants." They had to be here somewhere. He couldn't have left the club naked, right?

Likewise, Nathaniel didn't do stuff like that with strange half-naked guys at clubs either. Fuck, he needed a smoke and a drink. Too bad it was a little early for the latter.

He could at least reach his cigarettes. He reached over and grabbed one, lighting it up as he looked back over to Dean. "Uh, yeah." He looked around, nodding towards a chair.

Thank God they remembered their clothes. "Over there, I think."

"Thanks..." Dean got up and moved a little stiffly to the chair to start pulling on his clothes. Dean smelled the smoke from Nathaniel's cigarette and thought wistfully of a beer, whiskey, anything to dull the edge of the shame that was trying to strangle him.

Jeans first, then he pulled on his shirt very carefully. He sat down in the chair with a soft sound he couldn't entirely stifle and pulled on his socks and boots.

"I'm not, um... I usually don't just go throwing myself at the feet of every guy who comes along." Dean murmured, intently focused on his boots while he laced them up. "I know that was a pretty loud first impression to make, but... I'm really not as pathetic as I made myself out to be."

Mostly.

He shrugged. "Just so you know."

"I don't usually take guys up on offers like that either... guess we're either each other's exceptions or, more likely, there was something in those drinks there." Something. Nathaniel couldn't come up with any other reason why he'd been so eager to do something like that with someone he didn't even know.

"For the record, pathetic wasn't exactly what I was thinking last night... if that helps." He didn't know if it would. He wasn't sure what he was even thinking right now besides disbelief as the memories cleared and filtered right back in.

"Thanks..." What he was thinking last night wasn't of as much concern as what he was thinking about him now. Last night, they had a great time. Right now was the moment Dean wanted to crawl in a hole somewhere.

He was probably right about the drinks, anyway. Dean knew he wouldn't have done what he did, not to that extreme, without a lot of outside help.

He sighed and rubbed his palms against the thighs of his jeans. "I should probably get out of your hair, huh? Sorry if... anything happened that you weren't looking for."

Nathaniel slipped to his feet after another drag off his cigarette, going to grab up his boxers. Didn't see any reason to be ashamed of his body now after last night so he didn't bother with covering up as he went to look for his underwear. Found them tossed over on the dresser with the rest of his clothes.

"Doesn't matter, you're fine-- uh." Crap, this was just awkward all around. "Nothing to be sorry for either. I don't do that stuff with guys I just met, but we had fun from what I remember."

He paused after he had his boxers on and looked over at Dean again, studying him a moment. "I mean, you're okay, right? Didn't push you too hard?"

Awkward as it was, Nathaniel wanted to make sure of that. Not like they'd discussed anything beforehand or set any sort of limits. For all he knew, the guy had all sorts of regrets now.

Dean looked up at Nathaniel, finally, and gave a small smile. "I'm alright. A little sore, but... it's okay."

Now that he was getting a good look at the man, he could see why he'd jumped all over him. Good looking, well built... a little older than him, but even that was kind of appealing on him. He was pretty much the ideal person for the fantasy he'd been indulging last night.

"It was fun. I don't remember doing anything I didn't enjoy." No, definitely not. As soon as the awkwardness wore off, he'd be jerking off to the memory on a regular basis.

He stood up and carefully took a step or two closer, hands in his pockets, just to see if he'd be shoved or whatever. "You seriously don't want me to leave?"

"Good." He relaxed a little. Still uncomfortable with last night, a little bit, but... hey, Dean wasn't taking the first chance he got to run out the door and he wasn't looking to show him out, if he didn't want to go.

"Uh, not unless you have some place to be." He grabbed a shirt to slip on, flashing a small smile after Dean stepped closer. Didn't really mind it... hell, kind of stupid to care after what they did last night, huh?

"I could at least feed you and I'm not that bad a cook, you know?"

"No... I don't have anywhere I need to be." Now that the initial urge to flee and hide from his embarrassment faded, he kind of found himself wanting to stay. He couldn't deny that waking up beside the guy, even with the awkwardness, was the mos pleasant feeling he'd had in a long time. It was really nice not to wake up alone in a crappy motel bed.

"Breakfast sounds good. Thanks." It really did. He'd worked up a hell of an appetite last night, after all.

"Alright... bacon and eggs?" He headed for the kitchen, looking back to see if Dean was following. First things first, he was sticking on some coffee. Too early to head for the booze, at least for him, but that'd be the next best thing he guessed.

"Yeah, that's great." Dean trailed after him, looking around and taking in the apartment as they headed for the kitchen. Looked like a nice place. Warm. Comfortable.

The apartment wasn't the largest -- but it looked nice, homey. First home Nathaniel had had in awhile, honestly. He nodded towards the table if Dean wanted to take a seat.

"So, uh. What brought you to that club last night anyway?"

Dean slipped into the seat Nathaniel gestured to and rested his elbows on the table. He watched the man move around in his kitchen. "I was passing through town and heard there was a new night spot open. Wanted to see what it was all about."

He shrugged. "What about you?"

"Just about the same, I guess. Wanted to see what it was like." He shrugged as he got the bacon and get the eggs out to scramble.

"It was definitely an interesting place, huh?"

Dean smiled and leaned forward to rest his chin on his folded arms. It made his back twinge a little, but not terribly uncomfortable. "Definitely. If not for the possibly drugged drinks, it would be awesome. I saw some crazy things going on in there."

"Yeah?" He laughed a little, but he had to agree with that. While the food cooked, he poured them each a cup of coffee and placed one mug in front of Dean -- there was sugar on the table if he wanted it. "Anything else you'd want to try?"

It was just curiosity really. Dean had seemed pretty into the submission thing though.

"Uh... yeah. There were a few things." Seemed silly to be cagey about it after everything they'd done last night. He reached for the sugar and pulled it over to doctor up his coffee. "There was a room full of those, y'know, machines? The ones with the piston arms and toy attachments..."

He grinned a little and looked over at Nathaniel. "Looked like fun."

That earned a laugh, more out of surprise than anything. That was pretty intense. He didn't think Dean would jump right into that one, but... "When you experiment, you really experiment, huh? But it did, yeah... Saw that room too."

It hadn't seemed so daunting to Dean last night, but he'd never had any real experience with them, so maybe he'd discover he was wrong. He shrugged and blushed a little, looking down to sip his coffee. "Well, there are other things. I mean, we never got to the swing, either."

He licked his lips and ran a fingertip around the edge of his coffee mug. "Plenty of toys and stuff, too."

Nothing had seemed daunting last night. Kind of disturbed him just how out of control they both were, but it hadn't ended badly at least. He watched Dean carefully, taking a sip from his coffee to hide a smile when he saw Dean blushing. "Yeah, you're right... too bad too."

Nathaniel wasn't sure what last night had been, but he wasn't going to bet on a repeat being a sure bet. "So... you've really never done the stuff we did before last night? At least to that extent..."

"No, not that far. Kind of wanted to, but it's hard to get something like that going and not have it turn into a train wreck." Dean sat back in his seat with his hands loosely around the coffee mug. He wasn't sure of anything right now, but he still kind of felt compelled to try and be honest with the man. As much as he could be.

"The few times I've tried, I ended up with guys trying to make me their whore or women who thought I wasn't manly enough for them. Which is why I was a little defensive this morning." He didn't really feel like wanting to submit to someone made him less of a man or a whore, but he'd been told that on more than one occasion. So, he pretty much expected it now.

Breakfast was ready, so Nathaniel took a moment to plate everything and place it on the table. He paused, to look Dean over a moment. "I don't know you really, but that wasn't really my first thought about you."

Considering the way he'd acted last night? He couldn't really call Dean a whore for acting on what he wanted when he hadn't been able to say no either. As for Dean's masculinity? Well, Nathaniel wasn't really sure it said anything about that either. Not just liking giving over a bit of control anyway. "Uh, either way... Glad I could help you with that fantasy of yours, Dean. It was pretty fun for me too, honestly."

"Thanks," he said and took the plate he was offered. He gave Nathaniel a smile, surprised by the acceptance. That was nice to hear for a change. It gave him a chance to relax and enjoy breakfast and the company.

He lifted his fork to taste the eggs, but before he did, he glanced over across the table. "Do you want to? Get to know me?"

He paused at the question, arching a brow at him. Wasn't sure what he expected to come out of this, but that almost surprised him. He took a bite of his food and nodded. "Yeah, I think I would, Dean."

It was an honest answer. The guy seemed interesting besides the sex too. "Do you live around here or something?"

Right up until that moment, Dean hadn't been entirely sure what he wanted. The affirmative answer made his smile, though. The part of him that hadn't wanted to climb out of Nathaniel's bed this morning was relieved he'd get a chance to stay a while longer.

He shook his head as he snatched up a piece of bacon for a bite. "Don't really live anywhere, unless you consider my Impala home. I travel a lot."

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