Making a Connection.

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The hunt seemed to last forever. Dean had tracked the water wraith through almost two entire states before he finally caught up with it. Even then, the damn thing almost drowned him before he put it down. Probably should have called in some help, Dad or Bobby, but he wanted to finish it on his own. That way he could slip off and take a few days for himself afterward.

Dean dragged into his motel room and made a beeline for the shower. The water that thing had lived in was freezing and he was still chilled to the bone even an hour later. Before he did anything else, he was going to use up all the hot water he could get a hold of. Which, of course, made him miss another shower he'd enjoyed. Man, he couldn't wait to get back.

After his shower, he pulled on a clean, dry pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and ordered a pizza to be delivered. Then he flopped down on his bed, burrowing under the covers to thaw out and wait for his dinner.

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Nathaniel's life... wasn't nearly so eventful. Work was busy as usual, he had things to do, and he couldn't help but think about Dean on occasion. Maybe more than just 'occasionally'. That last visit left an impression and the phone calls didn't help.

Tonight, he'd made time to take just for himself, to relax and give Dean a ring. Had he known that Dean came damn near freezing to death and was probably pretty exhausted, he might have held off.

Grabbing his phone, he punched Dean's number and waited for him to answer.

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Dean was always glad to hear from Nathaniel, regardless of what his circumstances were. He grinned a little when he saw the name on the ID and he sat up with his back to the headboard as he flipped the phone open. "I was just thinking about you..."

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As soon as they hung up, Nathaniel went to jump in a quick shower and then went to bed. Had quite a day to look forward to tomorrow after all. And hopefully, Dean would make it before Nathaniel had to get to work... they could squeeze in a little bit of time with any luck.

The next day, he handled the few things he needed to early, looked up restaurants, and then headed back to the house to wait when he thought it was getting late enough for Dean to get there.

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Dean meant to be earlier, but it turned out that finding a suit -- particularly since he'd never bought one before -- was more difficult than he imagined. With some help from one of the fitting room clerks, he finally found one that fit and looked pretty damn good on him.

By then, he was anxious to get going. He put the pedal down as often as he could on the drive there. With the effort, and some lucky breaks in traffic, he found himself at Nathaniel's place before lunchtime.

Dean snagged his regular bag and the garment bag with the suit then just about sprinted up the steps to knock on the front door.

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Nathaniel took a step closer to him, lips quirking up as he looked down at him. "Yeah, me too," he murmured as he thumbed on the machine. He started it off slow and steady for now and used his other hand to start undoing his jeans enough to draw himself out.

He was already hard, just watching Dean, seeing how eager he was for all of this. "Why don't you show me how eager you've really been?"

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Dean's body jerked even though he was expecting it. The way the machine felt moving the toy inside him was still a jolt for him. A good one. He braced his hands on the front of the machine and let himself settle into the motion. His hips rolled with the thrusting of the toy and he groaned at the feeling, a shudder running through him.

As soon as he was adjusted, he lifted his hands to reach for Nathaniel, one hand on his hip to pull him closer and the other hand stroking his cock. He didn't waste much time with his hand, though. Not when what he really wanted was to get his mouth on it like he'd been imagining so long.

His lips closed around the head and he sucked lightly, swirling his tongue around it before he took it down deep. Fuck. That was what he'd been missing.

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Nathaniel didn't want to think about Dean leaving either, really. It was hard enough last time and he was just getting to know Dean then... now that he had a taste all over again, it was going to be hell.

He didn't want to think about that either though.

Not when Dean was sucking him off like a fucking pro. He bit at his lower lip and rolled his hips forward a little faster as his release built. He let out a low gran when he came, spilling himself into Dean's mouth. Nathaniel forced his eyes to stay open, watched as Dean jerked himself off, still slick from coming earlier, still getting fucked hard on that machine.

God, what a sight...

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God, that was good. Dean didn't know why he enjoyed it so much, but he did. His mouth worked overtime to continue to suck Nathaniel hard while the other man came. Dean wasn't far behind him. The feeling of Nathaniel coming inside his mouth, the machine fucking him hard, and his own hand jerking himself off was enough to drive him over the edge.

He came hard, still sucking Nathaniel's softening cock as he rode out his own pleasure. His eyes closed under the force of it; he always came so much harder when he had someone in his mouth.

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"Do I get to hear some of those ideas?" Dean asked with a teasing grin as he looked up at Nathaniel. He didn't move his head too much. Kind of liked feeling Nathaniel's hand in his hair and he didn't want to dislodge it.

And speaking of taste, now that he was low enough, he dipped his head to lap at Nathaniel's cock slowly. He gave it long, slow laps with the flat of his tongue, teasing it up to full hardness.

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Nathaniel let out a low noise when Dean's mouth teased over his cock, spreading his legs just a little wider for him to give more access. He gave a thoughtful hum at the question, making a show of debating it. Did he get to hear some of those ideas?

"How do you feel about blindfolds, Dean? I was thinking of tying you down to the bed and putting one on you. I can think of a lot of things to do to you then..." A pause. "On the other hand, I might want to see your reaction when you see some of them."

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"Yes," he whimpered and shuddered again. He'd offered before, but he was used to not being kept. The idea that Nathaniel wanted him that much and that way was hotter than anything else so far.

At the command, Dean rolled over onto his back. His cock laid heavy and aching against his belly. He wanted to move, to touch himself, anything... but he fought to stay still. His eyes sought out Nathaniel's as he panted for breath.

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Once Dean was rolled over, he grabbed a pair of padded, leather cuffs and guided his arms up to the headrest to tie them securely in place. Didn't want Dean getting too far on him now, giving in to touching himself.

"Stay here," he teased as he got up and went to leave the room. "I'll be back."

Looked like Dean could maybe use a cool down, so he was grabbing some ice from the fridge. After that, he came back to settle on the edge of the bed.

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"Oh god," he breathed when the angle changed and suddenly Nathaniel was fucking him harder and faster. He shuddered underneath him and then again harder when he growled like that. He was starting to get hard again, responding to the stimulation.

"So good... please, can I move?" The question came out much more uncertain than he meant it. It was so much easier to simply accept orders and take what he was given than it was to ask for what he wanted.

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"Yeah, go ahead." He'd done good so far, keeping himself still. He figured he deserved to move a little now and Nathaniel was wanting to see him anyway, see him get lost in it all.

"Want you to move for me."

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Dean swallowed it down without hesitation. There was nothing hotter than the feeling of having Nathaniel's hands tight in his hair and his cock moving hot and hard across his tongue while he came. Dean could definitely get used to this. Hell, he kind of already had.

With Nathaniel still deep down his throat, Dean stayed right where he was, sucking softly at the softening length. He was content to hold Nathaniel in his mouth for as long as he'd allow it.

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Nathaniel went lax against the bed as he worked on catching his breath, in no hurry to push Dean off. He was getting soft and a little oversensitive to the pressure, but it still felt too nice to end yet. He let out a soft noise and let his eyes drift shut.

"Mm... when you're done down there, lay on your back for me."

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Dean chuckled softly at that question. How to answer it? It wasn't like there was much Nathaniel wasn't doing right, really. In the short time they'd known each other, Dean had found very little to complain about.

Plus, it'd always been a little difficult to put into words the sorts of things he enjoyed and what he longed for, even though he'd largely found them with Nathaniel. He'd try, though.

"You want me to list your many pleasant traits?" He asked teasingly, eyes slipping closed as he enjoyed the feel of Nathaniel's lips on his neck. "You know how to exert control without being humiliating or hurtful. You know how to touch me to get all the best results. You can use me and still let me feel like a person and not a sex toy."

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"Maybe I just want to know what I'm doing right... It's in my best interests to keep doing them after all, you know?" He teased softly, kissing along Dean's neck lightly, nuzzling into him.

At those words, he smiled. "Mm, definitely not just a sex toy. I like what we do in here, like how you'll submit to what I ask of you... but gotta say, I like your company in general too."

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Nathaniel was right. Dean liked it when he pushed him.

It feels good. I picked one of the bigger ones and I'm hard again already. Thinking about how easy it'll be for you to fuck me when you get back. I'll be ready for you.

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Can't wait to fuck you when I get back. Remember, you're not going to come for a long time though. I'll think about it after dinner, maybe.

He didn't know if he could deny Dean all day and through dinner without either Dean seriously getting pushed too far or Nathaniel wanting to see Dean get off too bad to care. They'd see though... Dean wanted to be pushed and he was going to do what he could.

What are you thinking about anyway?

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Staying right there sounded good to Dean. His eyes were closed, arms loose around Nathaniel's waist. He reflexively swallowed around the softened length, perfectly content to have it there. The weight on his tongue and the way it stretched his lips flipped all the best switches in his brain, making him completely pliant and at ease.

In spite of the toys still attached and inserted, the need he'd been tormented by was calmer now. Closer to sated, even though he hadn't been able to come.

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If he hadn't just come, he was pretty sure he'd have been hard in no time flat seeing Dean with his mouth around his cock, eyes closed and look so damn content to just stay there awhile. He looked at ease and it didn't look like a show either. He ran his hands through his hair gently, soothing as he just took the time to recover and relax.

"Soon, we'll have to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner, you know."

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Dean climbed out of the truck and followed Nathaniel inside. Every step was an adventure with that plug inside, but he did his best not to show it. Hell, just getting into the suit pants earlier had been an adventure. Fortunately, his hard on had subsided a bit by now. Not that his nerves weren't still jangling with unsatisfied need.

He stepped inside and looked around at the entrance area, impressed. "This is a nice place."

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"The food's great too... you'll see." And fortunately for Dean, it wasn't too long before they were seated anyway. They were shown to their tables and Nathaniel settled in across from Dean.

He'd been looking forward to tonight since they'd talked about it on the phone. But their plan to meet up in the restroom could wait a few moments, while they got settled and ordered. Didn't want to make it too obvious anyway.

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A low, deep moan escaped him when Nathaniel pushed in deep. God, finally. His whole body trembled with need as he ground back against Nathaniel, hands clutching at the top edge of the stall. His forehead leaned against the wall and his eyes closed.

"Me too," he answered softly, spreading his legs a little wider in encouragement.

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He brought up a hand then to cover Dean's mouth, muffle those noises he was making as he started up a steady pace. "Shhh," he smiled. "All that moaning won't do, you know. Gotta be quiet for me."