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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Those words of praise melted him. Dean relaxed into the mattress and basked in Nathaniel's word, his touches, and his kisses. The part of him that wanted so badly to submit and please was overjoyed to have done so well. It had been hard, very hard, but he'd done it.

He opened his eyes and smiled up at his master, still motionless until he was told otherwise. "More tired than I have after a full night's bar tending. Good, though. Very good."

Taking a chance, Dean tipped his head up to kiss Nathaniel and murmured softly against his lips, "Thank you, Master."

He laughed fondly at that comment and nodded, pleased that Dean did look like he'd enjoyed himself. That was what was important after all -- if Dean hadn't enjoyed it in some way, that meant Nathaniel hadn't exactly done his job.

He returned that kiss lightly. "You're welcome."

He nipped at Dean's lower lip playfully. "Come on, up. We need to wash up."

"Mmm... yes, Master." Dean smiled and stretched, then slowly pushed himself up. Man, his muscles were hot and rubbery like he'd run a mile. Staying still was a lot harder work than it looked.

He got to his feet and waited for Nathaniel to lead the way into the bathroom.

Once they were to the bathroom, Nathaniel began to lose the rest of his clothes. God, it was a relief to get out of his jeans... they'd been a little too restrictive for his tastes. Once that was taken care of, he gave a look over his shoulder at Dean, eyes lingering again.

"Start the water?"

Dean was just as appreciative of the view as Nathaniel stripped. He smiled at the order and stepped over to the shower to start up the water for them. As soon as it was warm enough, Dean stepped aside to let Nathaniel climb in first.

Stepping into the shower, he moved to take Dean's arm, draw him in with him. He pressed him close and leaned in to let his lips graze over the other pair. He leaned in a little further to brush them over that collar he hadn't taken off yet. "How's that feel?"

A shudder ran through him when he felt Nathaniel's lips on his skin. Feeling them along the edge of that collar was such a turn on. Dean's arms tightened on Nathaniel. "Feels good. Gonna be sad when I have to take it off."

"Well, it isn't like it's not going to go back on," he murmured, straightening up a little to meet Dean's eyes as his arms settled around his waist. "If you want to come around again, after you leave... well, I'm not going to say no or anything."

Dean smiled and looked down a bit, maybe a little nervous. "You don't think you might get tired of seeing my face around, huh? 'Cause, I might be back quite a bit if that's the case..."

"Well, right now, I don't see that happening." He shrugged, watching Dean close. Maybe it had been a little too impulsive to say that? Guy looked nervous now. "Besides, how do you know you're not going to get sick of me first... entirely possible you know."

He gave a playful smile. "We'll see how it goes, I guess."

"Yeah." Dean cleared his throat and looked back up with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I just, uh... I have some kind of habit of making people tired of me. I'm not sure how it happens, it just kinda does."

Dean tipped his head down and kissed Nathaniel's shoulder lightly. "I like you. I don't wanna run you off."

"Haven't seen anything that makes me want to run yet." He lifted a hand to rest at the back of Dean's head, brushing through his hair lightly. He leaned in a little closer, enjoying the contact while it lasted. "I like you too."

"Good. I'm glad." He leaned in and kissed Nathaniel softly. His lips curved into a smile against them. "In that case, I'd like to come back. I don't want this to be just a one time thing."

"Then you can come by whenever you want," he murmured against his lips, fingertips smoothing up Dean's back lightly. "Looking forward to seeing what else I can do with you... there's a lot more."

"Yeah? We did make quite a list, didn't we?" Dean smiled and tipped his head to rest against Nathaniel's shoulder a minute. It was nice to just relax against him and enjoy the idea that this wasn't going to be over once he drove away.

"You still have me for tonight, though. And in the morning..." He should leave tomorrow, but there was no rule that said it had to be right away.

"Bet it's going to get bigger too." He tipped his head in to kiss along the side of his face and breathed out a sigh. Tomorrow, huh? Damn, there might have been a twinge of sadness at that. Ah, well, he'd be back apparently.

"Give you my number before you go... you can call me if you want."

"No doubt. The more we do, the more I want." Dean nuzzled in against Nathaniel's neck softly. He wasn't too thrilled with the idea of leaving, either, but he knew he had to. The silver lining was that he got to come back. He was so taking advantage of that invitation.

"I'd like that. Road gets kind of lonely."

"Yeah... guess it can." Maybe he hadn't spent time out on the road quite like Dean, but he knew it wasn't exactly as as one might think, living out of a car.

"You can call me whenever. If I'm able, I'll answer it."

If he stayed there much longer, he was likely to start moping over having to leave. Instead, Dean pulled back and smiled, leaning up to kiss Nathaniel a little more deeply.

"That's talk for later, though, right? Right now..." He slipped a hand down Nathaniel's chest and stomach, wrapping it around his cock and stroking him teasingly. "Think you've waited long enough?"

Nathaniel let out a low groan at the first touch of Dean's hand around his cock. He smirked a little at that before he brought a hand up to tangle through Dean's hair. "Mm, you're right."

He leaned in to nip at the other's lower lip, tugging it playfully. "Think I want you on your knees."

"Yes, Master," Dean murmured against Nathaniel's lips, a smile curving his own. That was an order he was happy to comply with.

He sank slowly down to his knees, letting his lips graze Nathaniel's skin as he went down. On his knees, he reached for Nathaniel's cock and held it up against the other man's belly. He licked a long stripe up the underside and sucked softly at the sensitive spot just below the head. He eased it back down and wrapped his lips around the head, sucking and teasing with his tongue before taking him deeper.

Nathaniel let out a low groan as his head tipped back against the tile of the shower, focusing on the way Dean's mouth moved over him, teasing. Dean was talented with that mouth of his, knew just how to work it to have Nathaniel's breath catching and a shiver going down his spine, sparks along his nerves.

His hand dropped to rest against the top of Dean's head, not guiding or pushing but just touching. No real need to guide Dean when he was talented on his own with this, had seemed to map out what Nathaniel liked pretty well.

No, Dean didn't need guidance when he had enthusiasm and a genuine delight in the act. Of course, if Nathaniel had a request for something he wasn't used to doing, he'd certainly do his best to do it. The feel of that collar pressing against the skin of his throat every time he swallowed reminded him of why he was wearing it... to please his master. Right now, all he wanted in the world was to make Nathaniel happy.

His hands rubbed Nathaniel's thighs and hips. One slipped between his legs to palm his balls lightly, massaging them gently. He sucked Nathaniel's cock down as deep as he could, very nearly the full length, and sucked hard as he pulled back slowly. His tongue swirled around the head before he sank back down again.

He looked back down at Dean, took in the way his lips were stretched around his cock like that, working enthusiastically over him. It was easy to see Dean was enjoying himself, enjoying his role tonight. Nathaniel was too, enjoyed the way Dean tried so hard to follow his commands and so far, he hadn't fallen short. A slip up here or there, needed some correction, but the effort made up for it.

Definitely looking forward to seeing how far he could push Dean, though that might have to wait until the next time they met up. Gave them both something to look forward to though, he figured.

He moaned out softly at the attention, rolling his hips just slightly. "Think I should get you down on your knees more often."

Dean was definitely already looking forward to his next visit. He'd have to see if he could arrange a few days so they had plenty of time to work with. For now, though, he just looked up at Nathaniel happily. Would have smiled if he could, but his mouth was busy.

Keeping eye contact, he tugged at Nathaniel's hip to encourage him to continue rolling his hips.

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