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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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."

Nathaniel let him curl into him for now and tightened his arms around him, rubbing a hand up his clean hand up his side. He'd need to go wash up, they both would, but right now he was pretty fine with just staying right where he was.

"I'm not complaining... it's pretty good for me really."

Dean liked this, the gentle touch and being held like this. It was something he didn't get or let himself indulge in very often. Right now, he just let himself soak it up, sighing contentedly against Nathaniel's neck.

"I hope so. Otherwise, I'd have to try harder."

"You've tried plenty hard, man." He was content to sit there awhile just like they were. He did shift a little after a moment and checked his watch.

"We should go get washed up. Jackie might already be down there getting ready."

"Mmm'kay." Dean didn't want to make them late. He slowly untangled himself and got to his feet. Instead of pulling his jeans back up, he just kicked them off. There was nothing Nathaniel hadn't already seen and Dean could pick the discarded clothes up later when he was sent up to wait.

"I'll get the water going." He headed into the bathroom to do that.

He got up after him and gave a lazy stretch as he tugged his own pants back up as he followed Dean into the bathroom. He wasn't too worried about being late. They could handle the opening work for a bit until he got down there.

He stepped up behind Dean and leaned in to press a quick kiss to the other's neck lightly. "Better keep your energy up for tonight, you know."

Dean smiled when he felt that kiss. It gave him a little bit of a shiver. He looked back over his shoulder and gave him a brighter grin. "Don't worry. I'll have plenty when I need it."

He was looking too forward to tonight to let something like being tired get in the way.

"Good, see that you do." He nudged at Dean, grinning a little wider. "Now, let's get washed up and get through tonight... probably gonna be packed, you know? So you better be ready for it."

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