Dean Winchester (pre-series) (
followstheorders) wrote2012-07-22 02:43 am
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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.
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 got to his feet and circled around the bar -- he decided to go ahead and let Jackie head home for the night as the rest of the crowd started clearing out.
When everyone was out, he went to lock the doors and get the cleaning done. "Give me a second and I'll get your pay."
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"No rush," he answered with a shrug as he carried a tray of dirty glasses back to the back room and slipped them into the industrial washer. He'd had brief stints in 'legitimate' employment here and there, and these washers were used in quite a few of those jobs. Just like riding a bicycle... some things you never forgot.
Then he headed back to the bar to wipe it down and return any bottles to their rightful locations.
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"Hey, here ya go." He turned to hold it out for Dean to take. "You almost ready to head back up?"
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He nodded. "Ready when you are. Anything else you need done down here before we go?"
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He hit the lights, set the alarm, and then locked up before he headed back upstairs.
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"So, what's the plan, boss?" He asked as he sprawled comfortably on the couch and looked up at Nathaniel.
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"How tired are you? And how tired do you mind being in the morning?"
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"Not ready to pull'em out yet."
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"Alright. What do you want instead?"
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He gave Dean a teasing squeeze before he leaned up to speak right against his ear, practically purring. "Then there's the idea of you on one of those machines you mentioned. Really love to see that, see just how long you could take it before you're begging to be let go."
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He turned his head to breathe softly against Nathaniel's ear. "I'll wear your collar and obey every command, no questions."
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"Anything, huh?" He kissed along Dean's shoulder, nuzzling into him. "That's a bold offer. You have no idea what I could think to do to you..."
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"Let you claim me and make me prove my obedience however you want."
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"Then you can undress me. We'll go from there."