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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Dean smiled, glancing down at the bar top a moment while he wiped it. There have been times over the years when someone he was with hinted at wanting more. It was rare that he really kind of wanted the same thing.

Then again, he could be misreading the situation entirely. Nathaniel could just be talking about bartending. "Yeah, well, it's one of my many charms. You'd get tired of me fighting with the customers over cars sooner or later, though."

It was general for a reason... this was still so new, last thing he wanted was to scare Dean off with any talk about something more serious. Nathaniel might not have protested it if it did happen though... they got along so far, had some things in common.

But thinking about stuff like that right now wouldn't really help their situation at all. "Right... I would have to keep an eye on you if you chase off my customers, even the soulless ones."

For now, Dean was happy to just enjoy what they had going. Maybe they could find a way to make it into something more. He didn't think he'd be too opposed to that.

"You don't need soulless customers! They're bad karma." Dean grinned at him, leaning in a little to keep from being overhead. "You can still keep an eye on me, though."

Maybe they could or maybe they couldn't. Nathaniel wasn't going to dwell on it. They'd see where this went from here... even if it didn't become something more, they were still having a memorable time here.

"Oh, I have been. All night," he answered, tone low an teasing. "Better not slack off if you want a good evaluation. Wouldn't want to have to get rough on you."

"Me? Slack off? Never!" Dean grinned again. "I work hard." Innuendos were such fun.

"Yeah, I've noticed." He grinned a little in return before slipping to his feet.

"Got some work to handle in the back. You know what to do if you need me." Figured Dean had everything under control for right now, so he was going to go finish up some of his own work. As much as he was enjoying tonight, he kind of hoped it would pass by faster.

"Aye, aye Captain!" Dean tossed off a playful salute and went back to his work. It was busy enough to keep him moving and that meant the night would go by faster. Since he was kind of looking forward to tonight, that wasn't a bad thing at all.

The night did go by faster than even Nathaniel had planned. Soon, it was almost last-call and Nathaniel finally decided to peek his head back in on Dean instead of just his quick glimpses when he happened to pass through.

"Almost made it through your second night, Dean."

Dean was already stacking dirty glasses in the trays to carry to the wash room. The last customers were milling around, finishing off drinks. Dean let the other bartender handle the last of the drinks while he started the cleanup.

He looked over at Nathaniel and flashed him a grin. "Just about. What do you think, boss? Do I get my good review?"

"Mmm..." He gave a thoughtful hum and crossed his arms as he considered the question.

"Maybe, but I think I might hold off. See how well you perform a couple other things for me first, you know?"

"Sounds like a challenge. I like a good challenge." Dean grinned at Nathaniel as he passed by to take the dishes into the wash room. He remembered what he'd been told about after closing. The closer it got to closing time, the harder it was to be still. Man, he wanted those doors locked.

He flashed a grin in return at those words. Oh, that was good information to know, definitely. They were going to have fun tonight... or at least, he hoped to hell they did.

When everyone had finally filtered out besides him and Dean, Nathaniel felt a little more relaxed, didn't feel much need to be guarded on what he said or did with Dean. He looked up from where he was scrubbing up the counters and flashed a smile.

"Dean, you finished over there?"

Dean was just turning the lock behind the last customer when Nathaniel spoke up. He looked over and smiled. He'd already put all the chairs up on the tables and swept the floor. The glasses were washed and put away. All that was really left was for Nathaniel to do the money part and they were done.

Which meant Dean could give into that little flutter of anticipation he'd been holding off all night long. "All set, I think, unless you have anything else you need me to do?"

Nathaniel was already on that by the time Dean piped up. He smirked a little to himself, letting a little thrill of exciting go through him finally at what they were about to do. As much as he'd enjoyed tonight, he hadn't been able to think beyond much else besides their plans tonight.

He paused and went to wordlessly grab the collar he'd brought down and stashed earlier. "I need you to come over here... Remember what I said would happen as soon as the doors were locked? And what I asked you to take care of while I finish down here?"

"Yes, master." Dean purred playfully as he stepped over and knelt in front of Nathaniel's desk chair. He tipped his head back a little and waited for Nathaniel to put the collar on.

Nathaniel slipped the collar on, letting his fingers brush just under the collar once it was buckled into place. God, he looked good like that... He reached in his pocket and passed his keys over to get inside. "Go wait for me upstairs, just like I told you. I'll be up when I'm done."

It always felt better when he didn't have to put it on himself. It made the sense of ownership stronger. Dean shivered a little at the feel of Nathaniel's fingers on his skin. So good.

He took the keys, silently as he was told, and stood obediently to go upstairs and wait. Upstairs, he left Nathaniel's keys on the table and went to straighten up the clothes he'd left all over the place earlier. Then he fixed his master a drink and carried it to the living room. The drink was set carefully on the coffee table and Dean sank down to his knees beside the couch to wait as he was told.

Nathaniel lingered downstairs for a few moments longer than was probably necessary. He wanted to see just how dedicated Dean was really. He got to his feet and headed upstairs after awhile though and smiled a little when he saw Dean knelt where he'd asked.

Even with his drink. "Good," he muttered and reached for the glass.

Dean figured he'd be kept waiting a while. He was kind of counting on it. It wasn't that he wanted someone to be needlessly cruel to him, but part of him really did want someone who could push his limits and test him. That part of him was starting to think Nathaniel might be exactly that person.

He glanced up when Nathaniel came in and took the drink. Dean smiled a little at the word of praise. He was happy to have pleased him. It was difficult not to answer back, but he kept obediently quiet.

He went to sit on the couch, leaning back and getting comfortable as he took a drink from the glass. It wasn't that Nathaniel would be needlessly cruel either... that wasn't exactly his style. Dean wouldn't have asked for this if he'd wanted it easy though, he figured. He wanted to push him, see how far he could go.

"Come over here and take my boots off." He smiled a little bit at Dean. "On your knees."

Dean watched him get comfortable. He'd only been told not to talk. Nathaniel didn't say anything about looking, so he was going to assume it was okay to. That flutter of anticipation was growing, deepening, and expanding into arousal now. Dean had long since given up trying to examine how fucked up it made him to be aroused by kneeling at another man's feet. Right now, he was just going to let himself enjoy finally getting to enjoy his fantasy.

When Nathaniel spoke, he shuffled over on his knees and settled in front of him. He pulled first one and then the other of Nathaniel's feet into his lap, carefully untying and removing each boot and sock, then he set them aside. He looked up when he was finished, ready for whatever order would come next.

For now, Nathaniel was finishing up his drink, considering what to do with Dean first. He had so many ideas and it was too bad they had so little damn time to really enjoy all of them.

"Take off your clothes." Dean had a body that was definitely worth looking at and it was a shame to have it under all those clothes, hidden away right now when Nathaniel wanted to look.

Oh yeah, there was not a single reason to resist that order. Dean tugged his shirt up over his head, then he stood a moment to push his jeans and boxers off. He'd already ditched his boots when he came in, so undressing was quick and easy.

He returned to his place at Nathaniel's feet, a slight smile on his face. The beginnings of an arousal were already apparent. There wasn't any question he was into this.

Nathaniel's eyes roamed over Dean shamelessly, settling briefly between his legs. He reached out to touch the side of Dean's face, stroking lightly as he tossed back the rest of his drink. "We're going to work on your control tonight, Dean... You're going to lay down for me and I don't want you to move or make any noise while I touch you. If you do, I'll stop."

At least until Dean settled back down for him anyway.

Dean tipped his head into that touch, his eyes never leaving Nathaniel's face. His breath caught at the words. Not sure if he should answer aloud or not, he gave a slow nod of his head. He understood. It was going to be difficult as hell, but he'd do whatever he was told, tonight.

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