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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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?"

Nathaniel might have been disappointed if Dean disappeared on him, but he'd get over it if it came to that. Didn't mean he wasn't curious to find out more about the guy... and it went beyond sex. So far, they got along great and he was looking forward to seeing if that lasted.

He smirked at those words. "Now see, you really shoulda mentioned you might want me to fuck you down here. I would have prepared."

Nathaniel started to draw away, looking Dean over. "Don't know if I have anything, but I'll check... if not, think you can keep yourself entertained if I heard upstairs real fast?"

Dean chuckled and grinned up at Nathaniel when the other man pulled back. He slipped a hand down and started to lazily stroke himself. "I think I can find a way to entertain myself while you're gone. Just don't leave me too long."

His grin widened and he shrugged a little. "And how 'bout we just assume from now on that there's always a chance I'm going to want you to fuck me and plan accordingly?"

Nathaniel just took a moment to appreciate the sight before he forced himself to pull away and slip his jeans back on. The bar was obviously closed, so he figured he could get away with a quick run upstairs without anybody trying to come in and... interrupt things.

"Right... I'll be sure and keep some lube on me from now on then." Nathaniel really wasn't going to complain about that.

"Wait right there." He headed for the door then, closing it behind him and making the quickest run upstairs he could. Thank God his apartment was close. He might have went crazy otherwise.

Pocketing the lube and condoms, he headed back down stairs. They'd already fucked bareback, sure, but the condoms would make things a little less messy. Besides, Nathaniel did try to be safer than that usually.

He pushed back in the bar as soon as he had everything collected and smirked a little, eyes darting over to the table. "That fast enough for ya?"

"Definitely. Glad you're back." Dean was where he'd been left, laying on his back with his legs spread wide and one hand languidly stroking his cock. The sight of the condoms didn't bother him. Usually, he tried to be more careful than he'd been last night as well. They should probably try to be more responsible from now on.

"I'll be even more glad when you're up here with me."

Definitely glad to see Dean still spread out for him. He moved back up to him and placed a hand on the edge of the table, looking up over Dean. "First, you're gonna do something for me," he decided and tossed the bottle of lube up on the table next to Dean.

"You're going to get yourself ready for me, Dean."

Part of Dean wondered if Nathaniel really enjoyed his dominant act or if he was doing it just for Dean's benefit. Even so, it didn't stop him from feeling a jolt when he was given the order to prepare himself.

His hand released his cock and reached over to pick up the lube, then he coated his fingers and reached down to start teasing at his own entrance. He made sure to keep his legs spread and hips canted just so to make sure Nathaniel could see everything.

Nathaniel was comfortable in the role and he enjoyed it, honestly. Liked being in control, even if he didn't plan on abusing the power. Until Dean said he didn't want it, he didn't see any reason to not indulge. Thankfully, Dean seemed to be getting off on the orders. Nathaniel sighed a little, reaching out to rub the other's hips lightly, kneading into them as his eyes darted down to watch those fingers work.

The only thing that was going to stop Dean from getting off on being ordered around like this would be if they went weird on him in some way... got violent or humiliating. It had happened before, but after last night, Dean was willing to believe that wasn't Nathaniel's way.

Hopefully not, anyway. He wasn't going to be able to deal with too many more disappointments in this area before he gave up altogether.

Dean sighed softly and continued to work two fingers inside himself. Having Nathaniel right there watching made him more eager, but as long as the other man seemed to be enjoying the view, Dean didn't rush. He eased a third finger in and groaned as he worked them in and out, curled them inside and twisted them around.

Nathaniel wasn't really the violent type of guy, not if he didn't have to be and especially not with people he was fucking. If Dean did want more of... what they'd done last night, they were going to have to talk about what they were both comfortable with at some point. That could wait though... all he could think about right now was fucking Dean into the table.

By the third finger, he'd leaned over Dean again and started to kiss up his chest, teasing. "You ready, Dean?" He practically purred right up against his ear. "Can't wait to feel you again... to turn you over and fuck you hard into this table so hard you'll never forget it.."

"God, yes, I'm ready." Dean slipped his fingers out and shivered. Nathaniel's voice purring in his ear like that made him want him even more. "Fuck me hard. Don't want either of us to ever forget it."

Not that it was going to even be possible fro Dean to forget this. After last night, Nathaniel was going to be etched into his brain for a very long time to come.

Nathaniel drew away enough to grab at the other's shoulders to push and flip him over. He wanted more access than what he was being given right now, wanted to make good on his word.

"Stay like that for me, Dean," he murmured and rubbed a hand down the length of Dean's spine, just enjoying the sight he was getting. He took a moment to slip one of the condoms on he'd brought and slick himself up a little more before he was positioning himself to push in, deep and hard.

Dean would be lying if he said he didn't love the way Nathaniel manhandled him over onto his stomach. He was a pretty solid man, so it took a pretty strong guy to do it. Definitely a turn on.

He bit his bottom lip and tried to hide a grin when he was told to stay. A gasp escaped him at the first deep thrust. He moaned and ground back against him.

Nathaniel took a moment to let them both adjust before he started to up a hard, steady pace. He braced one hand against the table and the other smoothed over Dean's body, exploring.

He let out a low groan, tipping his head in against Dean's shoulder

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