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 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.

Oh, he knew that it would be difficult... and Dean might slip up, but that was the fun of it, wasn't it? Seeing just how far he could push Dean and how they could work on pushing him farther.

Putting his glass on the table for now, he headed towards the bedroom, expecting Dean to follow.

Dean watched Nathaniel get to his feet and then he followed, trailing after his master to the bedroom. He was definitely getting hard now. All this talk of pushing and testing, teasing and tormenting... and the thought that he'd stop if Dean so much as moved... how could he not be?

Nathaniel waited by the bed and motioned towards it. "Lay down, Dean, on your back."

He was already half-hard too, but right now, it wasn't about getting off himself. It was about teasing and tormenting Dean until he absolutely couldn't stand it and if he followed Nathaniel's rules, getting him off as hard as he could. It was about giving Dean pleasure -- if he was good.

He wasn't all that worried though. Dean was eager to please so far.

Dean bit his bottom lip and moved over to the bed. He slipped over onto the bed and stretched out in the middle of it. his cock was hard and heavy against his belly and he breathed a little faster. Definitely eager. Definitely eager to please.

God, he didn't know how much control he could really manage right now, as turned on as he was.

He looked over the sight of Dean stretched out on his bed before he shifted over him, leaning over. He leaned forward to kiss him lightly on the lips before trailing further down his jaw and neck. No rush here, he wanted to enjoy this a little.

"Look so good like this... could get used to a sight like this in my bed."

The kisses made him sigh softly and he sank back against the mattress. His hands rested lightly at his sides and he looked up at Nathaniel, expression soft and willing.

When he felt those lips moving down his neck, he had to struggle to remind himself not to move. It was already more difficult than he imagined.

He took Dean's hands in his own and guided them to rest above his head on the mattress. After that, he dragged his hands teasingly down his arms and over his chest. He explored teasingly, mouth nipping and sucking here and there, nails raking.

A soft moan slipped past his lips when Nathaniel's hands moved over him. Each nip of his teeth had him shivering. He couldn't remember if he was allowed to make noise or not, but he couldn't help each soft gasp and moan that welled up in his throat.

In the light of day.

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