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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It hadn't seemed so daunting to Dean last night, but he'd never had any real experience with them, so maybe he'd discover he was wrong. He shrugged and blushed a little, looking down to sip his coffee. "Well, there are other things. I mean, we never got to the swing, either."

He licked his lips and ran a fingertip around the edge of his coffee mug. "Plenty of toys and stuff, too."

Nothing had seemed daunting last night. Kind of disturbed him just how out of control they both were, but it hadn't ended badly at least. He watched Dean carefully, taking a sip from his coffee to hide a smile when he saw Dean blushing. "Yeah, you're right... too bad too."

Nathaniel wasn't sure what last night had been, but he wasn't going to bet on a repeat being a sure bet. "So... you've really never done the stuff we did before last night? At least to that extent..."

"No, not that far. Kind of wanted to, but it's hard to get something like that going and not have it turn into a train wreck." Dean sat back in his seat with his hands loosely around the coffee mug. He wasn't sure of anything right now, but he still kind of felt compelled to try and be honest with the man. As much as he could be.

"The few times I've tried, I ended up with guys trying to make me their whore or women who thought I wasn't manly enough for them. Which is why I was a little defensive this morning." He didn't really feel like wanting to submit to someone made him less of a man or a whore, but he'd been told that on more than one occasion. So, he pretty much expected it now.

Breakfast was ready, so Nathaniel took a moment to plate everything and place it on the table. He paused, to look Dean over a moment. "I don't know you really, but that wasn't really my first thought about you."

Considering the way he'd acted last night? He couldn't really call Dean a whore for acting on what he wanted when he hadn't been able to say no either. As for Dean's masculinity? Well, Nathaniel wasn't really sure it said anything about that either. Not just liking giving over a bit of control anyway. "Uh, either way... Glad I could help you with that fantasy of yours, Dean. It was pretty fun for me too, honestly."

"Thanks," he said and took the plate he was offered. He gave Nathaniel a smile, surprised by the acceptance. That was nice to hear for a change. It gave him a chance to relax and enjoy breakfast and the company.

He lifted his fork to taste the eggs, but before he did, he glanced over across the table. "Do you want to? Get to know me?"

He paused at the question, arching a brow at him. Wasn't sure what he expected to come out of this, but that almost surprised him. He took a bite of his food and nodded. "Yeah, I think I would, Dean."

It was an honest answer. The guy seemed interesting besides the sex too. "Do you live around here or something?"

Right up until that moment, Dean hadn't been entirely sure what he wanted. The affirmative answer made his smile, though. The part of him that hadn't wanted to climb out of Nathaniel's bed this morning was relieved he'd get a chance to stay a while longer.

He shook his head as he snatched up a piece of bacon for a bite. "Don't really live anywhere, unless you consider my Impala home. I travel a lot."

"What keeps you on the road so much?" He sat back, eyeing Dean a minute. He was glad the guy was staying for a bit. So far, the company had been good and Nathaniel really wouldn't mind getting to now him better. Maybe leave a better impression than the strange guy who whips guys he doesn't even know in clubs.

Not that Nathaniel was really ashamed over that stuff, more the fact that he'd headed in blind without barely knowing the other's damn name. Still couldn't believe he did that... that place was insane.

"Work. I do freelance writing and photography for whatever newspaper or magazine happens to be paying at the moment." Dean shrugged a little and smiled wryly. It wasn't a glamorous cover story like he'd tell someone he was trying to pick up in a bar, but it would do. Anything was better than telling the guy what he really did. Especially if he wanted to be asked to come back.

Which... he kind of did.

"What do you do?"

"Huh, sounds interesting. I can see why you're on the road a lot... must keep you busy." Wouldn't have pegged Dean as a writer or photographer though... He'd have to as him later what work he's done. He was interested... but that could wait until later.

"I own the bar down the street." He shrugged. "Just opened up, so we're pretty new though."

"Yeah, it's crazy. I'm always going somewhere. Sometimes there's actually a story. Sometimes not."

Dean finished off his breakfast, glad Nathaniel hadn't asked too much more about his job. He kind of didn't like lying to the guy, but it was a necessary thing. He'd hate being chucked out even more. It had happened before.

He smiled as he leaned back in his seat. "Now, there's a real job. I think it'd be fun to own a bar."

"You know, it's not as much fun as just going in drinking at one, but I'm glad I did it." It was nice having a steady job, one that was actually paying off and doing well.

"You should drop by sometime. Drinks'll be on the house. As a matter of fact--" He flashed a grin.

"You stick around long enough, you can drop in tonight."

Dean gave him a mirroring grin. If he was being invited to stay, he definitely would. Last night, while not completely under his control, had been amazing and he still remembered how careful Nathaniel was even under the influence of whatever had controlled them. The man had every chance to abuse his control and didn't take it. That made him very interesting to Dean.

Besides that, he was hot and he owned a bar. Two huge pluses right there.

"I'd like that. If you don't mind me hanging around."

Actually hurting Dean hadn't crossed his mind -- that wasn't what he'd wanted. Just pushing him, having him entirely. The fact that Dean had submitted to that, acted so natural in the role... it was interesting. Not that he was going to bring up exploring it again... not unless Dean actually mentioned it again.

"Guess we got a bit of time to waste until then though. Anything in particular you want to do?"

Well, they had pretty much crashed last night, hadn't they? They should probably wash up. "If you want a shower, it's down the hall, across from the bedroom."

Dean was definitely considering the option. The guy hadn't been repulsed by his behavior last night, so Dean thought there might be a chance there for more. If it was anything like before, it would definitely be worth the effort.

Right now, though, a shower sounded fantastic. "That'd be great, thanks. You happen to know if my car made it here? My clothes are in my bag..."

Not repulsed, no. It wasn't like he hadn't played with that kind of stuff before, just usually not with people the first night of meeting them. If it ended up like that with Dean though? Nathaniel wouldn't protest it. He at least wanted to get to know something about him first though.

"Uh, well we got here somehow. It'd be parked out front, I think. What do you drive again?"

"It's a black '67 Impala," he answered as he got to his feet and went to a window to look out. He could feel the keys in his pocket and was relieved to see the familiar shape of his car parked downstairs.

He looked over at Nathaniel curiously. "Mind if I run down and grab my bag real quick?"

"Huh, a classic." He got to his feet and went to put the dishes in the sink for later, shaking his head at the question.

"Nah, go ahead." He paused, flashing a playful look. "I promise I won't lock the door after you step out."

"Hope not. I'd feel kind of foolish then." Dean shook his head and grinned as he headed out the door to go downstairs. It didn't take him long to grab his duffel bag from the trunk, minus the guns because that could get awkward later, and headed back upstairs.

Part of him... kind of thought he might find a locked door when he got back to it, but it was still open and he breathed a small sigh of relief when he walked back in. "Sure you don't mind if I grab the first shower? I don't mind waiting."

When Dean came back up and asked that, he shook his head. "Go ahead. I don't mind. I'll get in after. We'll figure out something to do then."

He could take him out, show him around or something. Or whatever Dean wanted to do really.

"Alright, thanks." Dean disappeared into the bathroom and gratefully climbed into the shower. This place actually had warm water and decent water pressure. Man, that felt so good compared to the last few places he'd stayed.

The warm water felt good on his back, too, and he let himself enjoy it a few minutes before he got busy scrubbing down. Nice as it was, Dean didn't want to use up all the hot water before Nathaniel got his shower.

He rinsed, dried off, and climbed out to get dressed. He pulled on a nice pair of older jeans, worn nicely in all the good places, and a soft, button down shirt. Normally he wouldn't worry too much about dressing 'up' but he felt like he needed to make a little better impression now that he had a chance and he knew he looked good in this outfit.

He emerged from the bathroom and dropped his bag out of the way in the living room, his boots beside it. For now, he was comfortable staying barefoot until they decided what to do next.

He paused to look Dean over appreciatively. Looked good in that for sure. "I'll be back soon, alright? TV's in the living room if you want to veg out for awhile."

He just wanted to go jump in a shower real fast, get himself washed up, then they could go do something or whatever. He stepped into the bathroom and washed himself up quickly. After he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into the bedroom to dress real fast -- just a pair of black jeans and a shirt. Not too dressy, but he looked nice enough. He combed through his hair and then stepped out to find where Dean got off to.

"Awesome, thanks." He wasn't too interested in TV right now, but it was a good way to waste some time while he waited for Nathaniel.

He was sprawled on the couch, flipping channels, when Nathaniel reemerged. He looked up from his slouch and smiled. Definitely looked good in those jeans.

"So, what do you feel like doing?" He asked as he straightened up and moved over a little to give the other man room to sit on the couch beside him.

"I don't know." He settled next to Dean and shrugged. "You're sort of my guest... so sure you don't have any requests?"

It would be easier if he knew what interested Dean. All he remembered from last night involved kinky stuff though.

"Uh... what do you do for fun around here?" Dean didn't tend to get a lot of down time, so it was hard to say what he would do to relax. Picking people up at bars and clubs was usually his R&R. He kind of wanted there to be something more to this, though.

"Could we see your bar? Or take a walk somewhere? Anything. I'm not really hard to please."

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