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's lips parted for him, his tongue moving to stroke against the other's gently. He moaned softly against Nathaniel's lips. Even after last night, he still wanted this guy so badly.

When he kiss ended, he turned his head to nip along Nathaniel's jaw and pressed his lips close to the other man's ear. "Tell me what you want."

He let out a soft groan against his lips, one hand rubbing down Dean's back, the other tangling in his hair to keep him pressed close. He wanted Dean bad... couldn't deny that. Looked like that looking around town might be postponed for a bit.

Nathaniel's eyes drifted shut at those words before he reached up to push at Dean's jacket, pushing it down his shoulders. "You in a lot fewer clothes for starters."

Dean rolled his shoulders to help shrug off his jacket. It felt really good. Dean loved the feeling of other hands undressing him. He leaned in to kiss Nathaniel while the other man's hands worked at his clothes.

"I want you." Dean pulled him closer.

He returned the kiss while his hands pushed up the other's shirt. He grinned at those words -- Dean knew what he wanted, huh? Liked hearing those words from the other's mouth.

"You can have me," he murmured, bringing up a hand to tangle through Dean's short locks and tug them lightly. Not enough to hurt, just enough to get him to tilt his head back and give him access.

Dean moaned when his head was pulled back, a jolt of arousal going through him. Even without the outside influence of the club's magic, Dean's instinct was still to obey. Particularly when there was someone strong and assertive giving them. Nathaniel had shown Dean he was safe to submit to last night, as well, so it was even easier.

While Nathaniel worked at his neck, Dean's fingers quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and wriggled out of it, his legs still wrapped around the man's waist.

When he had more skin exposed to him, Nathaniel dipped down to kiss and nip along it, grinding his hips forward into Dean's. Couldn't help it -- he wanted to taste and feel more without any extra influence urging him on. Dean still seemed pretty eager for it too...

He looked up at Dean, smirking a little against his skin. "You look even better than I remembered last night."

"Can't wait to get at yours," Dean panted, grinning and brushing his hands down Nathaniel's back. "Didn't get to see much of it last night."

Which wasn't exactly a complaint, either. Being stark naked and controlled by a mostly clothed man had just heightened the experience. Reinforced Dean's submissive role. Right now, though, he wanted a whole lot of naked skin up against his.

"You didn't, huh." He moved back from Dean then, going to tug off his own shirt and undo his jeans. Didn't care if Dean saw him naked... wasn't like he had anything to be ashamed of. He was in pretty good shape after all and he didn't have much to hide.

"The jeans, take'em off, Dean."

Dean licked his lips as he watched Nathaniel undress. Nothing at all to be ashamed of there. There was a distinct age difference, but not in body tone. The man was easily as fit as Dean was.

The order made him smile and he slipped down off the table to unfasten his jeans. He kicked his boots off and shoved his jeans down, boxer free today, and kicked them aside as well. Then he leaned back against the table and smiled, waiting for Nathaniel's next move.

Once his own clothes had been discarded, Nathaniel pushed up against Dean again, guided those legs back around his hips. He ground against him as he leaned in to catch his lips again. Definitely felt good with all that skin pressed against him.

"This what you wanted, Dean?"

"God, yes." He groaned and gave an answering roll of his hips, grinding back against Nathaniel. The kiss was a little harder, a little deeper this time. One of Dean's hands smoothed down Nathaniel's back while the other moved up to tangle in the longer hair.

Nathaniel's nails raked lightly up Dean's back as he pulled him closer. His tongue dipped into the other's mouth, exploring him thoroughly as he kept up the motion with his hips. Moving away from his mouth eventually, Nathaniel went to his jaw and down his neck.

Oh god. The rake of his nails reminded Dean of the welts on his back. He moaned deeply and pushed closer to Nathaniel, legs tight around him. His head tipped back immediately to let Nathaniel get at his neck.

He loved the feel of Dean holding onto him like that, the feel of his cock pressed up against his as he tried to push closer, followed each grinding motion he made. His mouth moved to Dean's chest to tease at his nipples, tongue circling one of them before he drew it between his lips.

Dean leaned back on one hand giving Nathaniel plenty of room to get at his chest. His other hand cupped the back of Nathaniel's head, fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. His hips continued to grind against the other man's, moaning as the friction increased.

Nathaniel continued to work over the other's chest as Dean leaned back muffling a soft groan against it at the continued friction. His hand tightened over Dean's hip, keeping him drawn in close.

Slowly, he trailed back up Dean's body to catch his lips aain, biting at his lower lip. "This what you wanted?" He murmured, lips quirking up in a smirk.

"Definitely," Dean answered and grinned against Nathaniel's lips. "You?"

Possibly they just should have stayed upstairs. Dean had half been thinking he just wanted to climb the guy anyway. Now it was all he was thinking about.

"Mm, spreading you out on my pool table? Yeah, definitely want that." It was hard to not think about the sex, honestly. Not after the taste he'd gotten last night... and if they were both wanting it? Nathaniel really didn't see a reason to wait for it.

He bit at the other's lower lip again, lightly before kissing down his jawline and back to his neck, working on another mark there.

Dean made a strangled sound and pushed in closer when he felt the bruise rising on his neck. He'd always loved having marks left behind on him from really good sex and even though Nathaniel's mark was already all over his back, he was pleased to have another. And on one of his favorite spots, too.

After a couple of minutes, he pulled away and grinned, scooting back from the edge of the table to stretch out on the felt top. "If you're going to spread me out, you'll have to get up here with me."

He felt a spark go through him at that strangled noise that left Dean and he couldn't resist delivering another nip before he started to pull away. He watched Dean scoot back and stretch out on the top, smirking at the way he looked. God, that was good.

He moved up after Dean, reaching for his wrists to loosely press down on the table, looking down at him. "Mm, you're going to make working in here hard, you know," he murmured.

"Going to think about this for a long time to come."

A pleased smile and a purr-like sound escaped him when Nathaniel pressed his wrists to the table. Dean wasn't sure whether to expect the man to be dominant outside of that club or not and he wasn't at all displeased to find that Nathaniel was just as assertive on his own.

Dean's boy arched, pressing up against the other man and he laughed. "Good. I want you to get hard every time you look at this table from now on."

If Dean hadn't seemed comfortable with it, he'd have backed off, but since he didn't seem to mind it and even looked to be enjoying it, Nathaniel figured it was fine to show a little dominance.

"Do you now?" He looked amused at that. Rolling his hips down against him, he leaned down and nipped at the other's lips again.

"Are you going to try and give me a lot of memories to get off on, Dean?"

Oh, he was definitely enjoying it. His legs moved to wrap loosely around Nathaniel's waist and he groaned at the grinding and the scrape of teeth against his lips.

"Every chance I get," he answered and grinned up at the other man. "I like the thought of you jerking off thinking about me when I'm not here. Only fair, since I'll be doing the same thinking about you."

"Yeah?" He liked that... it sounded like this wouldn't just be a one time thing, that there might be a repeat in the future. Definitely interested in that...

He ground harder against the other, tightening his hands on the other's wrists. "Better make this memorable for you then, huh? Tell me some of the things you want."

Repeats weren't something he did often. It invited trouble and hurt feelings, but this time Dean couldn't stop himself from wanting it. It was so rare to meet someone who just... fit so well with him. Dean wanted more of Nathaniel, all of him, sex and otherwise.

"Honestly? I'd really kind of like for you to roll me over and fuck me on this table. Don't suppose there's anything slippery behind that bar?"

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