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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"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.

He pushed a little deeper into Dean's mouth, groaning lowly. Relieved to finally be getting some attention and Nathaniel was definitely game for forgetting all the other crap they'd been talking about earlier too. Knew going into this that Dean wouldn't be sticking around for long anyway... but that definitely gave him time to plan things in advance for his next visit.

And hey, there was a possibility of calls in between too. That was good.

His breath hitched a little, hands tightening through Dean's hair. He was getting so close, right on edge already. "Getting close," he warned.

Dean was giving him all the attention he could want. His mouth never stopped being active, even when Nathaniel took over and started thrusting. He still sucked hard each time Nathaniel drew his hips back and still worked his tongue over the length as much as he could.

The way Nathaniel's hands tightened in his hair made him moan around the shaft and Dean made a point to give all the eager sounds and wet, naughty sucking noises he could manage. Giving his master pleasure, after all, was the whole point and Dean knew first hand how hot those sounds were when someone was sucking you off.

Dean was so damn good with that mouth of his really. Nathaniel's hips moved a little faster, more erratic the closer he got. He let out a low moan when he finally came, hands tightening further in Dean's hair as his hips paused.

Letting out a pleased sigh, he loosened his hold and leaned back against the shower wall to catch his breath. He looked down and smiled at Dean, sated and happy with the performance. "You did good."

Reaching down, his fingers brushed over his cheek lightly. "That was great."

Very slowly, Dean pulled back off Nathaniel's cock and smiled up at him. He licked his lips and tipped his face into Nathaniel's hand. The praise made him feel so good. He basked in it for a minute.

"I'm glad. I want to make you feel good." He nuzzled his face against Nathaniel's bare thigh gently.

"Mm.." Dean was doing a good job of doing that really. He let out a sigh at the nuzzling, eyes drifting shut to just focus on it. After a moment or so, he opened his eyes to look down at him.

"We need to get out soon. Don't want to waste all the hot water."

"Yes, Master." He answered easily and slowly pushed himself to his feet. He had to sigh a little as his knees protested going from the hard floor to standing, but it didn't last long. Certainly not long enough to keep him from wriggling in against Nathaniel for a moment.

Dean reached for the soap and started to wash him down carefully.

His hands rubbed up Dean's shoulders when he pressed in close, down over his back. He was careful to not interrupt his cleaning, leaning into his touches a little. He ran tangled one hand in Dean's hair, tugging him up into a slow kiss.

Dean's hands never stopped moving on Nathaniel, even when he was pulled in to kiss. He sighed happily against the other man's lips and smiled. These showers would probably turn out to be the thing he missed the most when he was gone.

No, not gone. In between visits. That sounded better.

When he was done washing, he nuzzled Nathaniel's neck and nudged him gently toward the water spray.

Nathaniel moved under the spray of water and reached for the soap to wash the other up in return. He leaned in to kiss down the other's neck, along that collar again.

Too bad this would be gone soon... for awhile.

Hopefully not for too long though. "Under the water," he murmured, taking a step to the side to let Dean under.

Dean moved to obey, stepping under the water and letting it rinse the soap off his body. It felt good and he took a moment to enjoy it before he reached for the taps to shut it off. Then he opened the curtain and grabbed a towel.

He stepped out and turned back around with a playful smile. "Should I dry you off?"

Nathaniel gave a lazy stretch, giving Dean a look at the question. "I think you should. And after, we should get ready for bed, I suppose."

Not that he wanted tonight to be over with exactly... but Dean had mentioned needing to leave tomorrow, so he didn't want him to go away exhausted really.

"Yes, Master," he murmured soft and playful. He started to towel Nathaniel off slowly, enjoying the task. It felt good to have an excuse to get close and get his hands all over him again. While he dried Nathaniel off, Dean nuzzled in here and there.

In the light of day.

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