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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"I have, haven't I? And you're catching up seeing me naked too, huh?" He smiled a little and reached for the soap to start washing Dean up. Didn't have a lot of time to linger in here after all, much as he might have liked it.

They'd have time tonight though, after the bar closed.

"I'm doing my best to." Dean looked over his shoulder and smiled. Then he sighed happily and relaxed into Nathaniel's touch. If he wanted to do the washing, Dean was certainly not going to tell him to stop. When he was done, Dean could return the favor.

Nathaniel washed the other thoroughly before he nudged him to get under the spray of water. "All done," he murmured, taking a moment to let his eyes roam appreciatively over him again.

Dean stepped under the water to rinse off. After the soap was washed away, he turned back to take the soap from Nathaniel and started washing him down in return. Another time, he'd take his time and enjoy getting his hands all over the other man, but he didn't want to make him late to opening his bar tonight.

Nathaniel let the other wash him off, not protesting if he wanted to do it.
Good thing about living above the place you worked? It only took a minute to get there. He wasn't too worried about being late.

When he was finished, he stepped aside to let Nathaniel stand under the water spray and rinse off. While he did, Dean stepped out to grab a couple of towels. He dried off quickly and held the other towel for Nathaniel when he stepped out.

He rinsed off quickly and stepped out, reaching for the towel. "Come on, let's get ready to head down."

Towel discarded, he headed to the closet to get some fresh clothes out, slipping into them.

Dean followed to rummage in his bag for fresh clothes. At this rate, he'd have to wash soon. Or just go naked. That thought amused him as he pulled his clothes on and then sat to pull on his shoes.

When he was dressed, he got to his feet and gestured for Nathaniel to lead the way. "After you, boss man."

Nathaniel wouldn't mind the going naked bit -- well, not as long as they were inside and out of the bar. He did have health and decency codes to worry about, he supposed!

Once they were ready, he led the way out of the apartment and headed down to get the bar open. Wouldn't be long until his employees showed up to start for the night, but he needed to get the lights on, the cash out for change, and everything ready to go.

It was kind of interesting, seeing the way a bar was set up before any patrons came inside. Dean followed Nathaniel around curiously, helping out where he was instructed to. Hopefully without getting in the way.

Nathaniel appreciated the help and when the bartender got there -- Jackie, a woman a little younger than Nataniel with dark hair and a pretty smile. She knew the job well and she knew how to handle the customers pretty good too. -- he sent Dean over with her to learn the ropes while he took care of some stuff in the back.

He didn't leave him too long though. There'd be customers filtering in soon and he wanted to make sure Dean had the hang of it.

Jackie was pretty cool and she answered his questions patiently, which he appreciated. By the time customers started to come in, Dean felt fairly confident behind the bar. Most people ordered pretty basic drinks, anyway, he'd noticed and the ones who didn't, well... charm went a long way toward smoothing over any delays.

Nathaniel saw Dean handling it alright at the bar, so he took the time to mingle a little bit, talk with the frequent customers for a bit before he made his way up to the bar. "How's it going? Looks like you're handling it alright."

"So far so good," Dean answered him as he wiped down the bar with a rag and looked down the wooden top at the customers sitting at the bar. Everyone seemed to be happy and have full drinks. "No major disasters, anyway."

"Good." He grinned a little bit, watching Dean for a moment. "You seem right at home here. Too bad you already got a job or I might be tempting to try and keep you," he teased.

"Yeah? You can still try," Dean teased back. He did have a job to do, but it was nice to be wanted. For more than just sex, even. Dean gave him a wink and moved to refill a beer for a woman a few seats down the bar.

"I'll have to think of something real good to tempt you." He grinned, watching as Dean stepped away from him to tend to a woman. Good to see him fitting in, even if it was only for a few days.

It felt good. Dean thought this would just be a way to pass some time, but it was oddly satisfying to do something... normal for a change. And be good at it.

When his customers were settled, Dean wandered back down to Nathaniel and leaned an elbow against the bar. "Let me know when you decide what that'll be. I'm curious."

"You gave me a few ideas earlier... just trying to decide if I want to pull out the big guns or not, you know?" Nathaniel knew better than to get too into detail here where people could hear, but he figured that was enough to give Dean some things to think on.

Oh he was definitely thinking on it. He had a pretty good idea of what the big guns were and now he'd be dying of curiosity until the bar closed. He flashed Nathaniel a grin and nodded. "Go big or go home, right?"

That earned a short chuckle. "Right. Let's see how well you do the rest of the night, alright?"

Then he'd decide if he wanted to go really big. Chances were, he was going to anyway.

Dean smirked at the answer. He'd be happy with whatever Nathaniel decided to do. Nothing they'd done yet had disappointed him. And maybe it was too weird to ask a still semi-stranger for something like what he'd mentioned before. Dean was still in one night stand mode, where he had to get everything he could before left or was asked to leave.

He moved back down the bar, checking drinks and giving refills, taking money and delivering change. Even got a tip or three. It was kind of nice to know he could hold a normal job if he ever wanted to.

Nathaniel left the bar to tend to what work he had to handle since it looked like Dean was settling in alright. He had backup anyway, if he needed it and didn't figure he needed him hovering around to watch all night.

Besides, it gave him some time to plan things anyway -- not sure what they were going to do tonight, but he wanted it to be memorable. Not that so far it was really forgettable. As the hours passed by, the people started to thin out and Nathaniel made his way back to the bar again.

Dean was thoroughly enjoying his stint as a chatty bartender. He usually didn't get to talk to this many people at once. It was kind of fun.

Currently, he was having an animated debate with a man at the bar about classic muscle cars vs. new sports cars. Dean didn't care if he was too young to have the opinion... plastic parts on a car were sacrilegious. Bring on the steel and chrome!

"You've got no soul," he told the other man with a pseudo-sad tone as he refilled his beer. "No soul at all."

He grinned to himself as he cashed out that beer purchase and wandered down to Nathaniel's end of the bar. "Either I'm frightening off your customers or it's getting late."

He laughed a little as he settled on one of the stools. "Well, you could do that if you tell the customers they've got no soul," he teased and leaned in on the counter.

"Almost time to close. Looks like you did good too... how'd you like it?"

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