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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"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."

"Haven't been back here too long, myself, but there are a lot of shops... restaurants and cafes. Lots of things to see." He shrugged, leaning back against the couch as he tried to think of where they could go.

"Yeah, sure. No one's going to be in just yet, but we can head down and look at it... then head out for a walk." Sounded like a good plan to him.

"That all sounds good." Dean nodded and smiled. It would be fun to see his bar and the town. If this thing worked out like he hoped it would, he might be spending some time in the town.

He made a sweeping gesture with his arm and grinned. "Lead the way."

"Alright, let's go then." He got to his feet, flashed a grin. He grabbed his keys off the table by the door and led the way outside and down tot he entrance of the bar.

He opened the door and headed inside. He waited until Dean had joined him before closing and locking up again -- way too early for customers coming in just yet. After that, he went to hit the lights.

The bar was nice, new and clean, well stocked too. Nathaniel made sure of that. "Make yourself comfortable.'

Dean gave a low, impressed whistle and looked around. The place probably wasn't the swankiest bar in the world, but it was a lot nicer than most of the ones he spent his time in.

He wandered over to the bar and slipped onto a bar stool, still admiring the bar. "This is a really nice bar. I like it a lot. You must be proud of the place."

"Thanks." He grinned as he stepped up behind the bar and leaned against the smooth top. "I am... never thought this'd be what I'd do with my life, but I'm proud of what I made here."

He leaned his chin against his palm. "Just opened not that long ago, so it's not all that impressive yet. Planning on adding more to it, if we do well enough."

Dean laced his fingers together, elbows on the top of the bar, and rested his chain on his hands. It was nice. Quiet and relaxed. It would probably still be nice later, too, but right now he was enjoying it just being the two of them.

"I think it's impressive. What're you thinking of adding?"

It was pretty nice. Quiet for now and gave them some time to talk. He shrugged at the question and looked around. "An area for live music, maybe. Be cool to have some bands come in here, I think."

"That'd be awesome. What kind of music do you like?" Dean kind of liked to listen to Nathaniel talk. He liked the way he seemed enthusiastic and hopeful for his bar and his future. Somebody with plans and goals. He never had that.

In the light of day.

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