In the light of day.

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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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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.

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"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.

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Nathaniel just enjoyed the touches and the feel of Dean close. Liked feeling his hands on him really. He let out a sigh and turned to press a quick kiss to his forehead. "Going to go lay down. Finish drying yourself... I'll be waiting on you."

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Dean melted a little at the kiss and nodded at the instruction. He'd be there quickly, too. The last thing he wanted to do was waste any of the time they've got left.

He dried off quickly and then headed into the bedroom to stretch out with Nathaniel.

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When Dean returned to bed, Nathaniel scooted over to give him room. "How do you feel?"

He asked the question softly, reaching out to curl an arm around Dean, draw him closer.

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"Good," he answered as he curled in and tucked his head in under Nathaniel's chin. His arm slipped across Nathaniel's chest lightly. "Tired. Content."

He pressed a kiss to whatever skin he could reach without moving too much. "What about you?"

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"I'm good." He settled an arm around Dean when he leaned in like that, rubbing over his back lightly, just touching. He smiled at those kisses. "I had fun tonight... you were good, you know?"

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"Me?" Dean laughed softly, a hint of color coming to his face. He looked up at Nathaniel and gave him a lopsided grin. "Seems like you did most of the work."

He kissed Nathaniel's jaw and chin. "I got lucky running into you at the club. We've done a lot of things I never thought I'd get a chance to do and actually enjoy."

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That earned a soft snort, lips quirking up. "Oh, you did plenty of work yourself... did a good job listening to me too. Might need to work on some things, but you were great."

Needed more control, but Nathaniel thought he'd have fun trying to help dean in that area. He tipped his head down and let his lips graze over Dean's. "Yeah... glad we ran into each other, Dean. Glad you got to do some things you enjoyed too. Had fun showing you those things."