Those words sent sparks right through him. Goddamn Dean was doing one hell of a job driving him closer to the edge. Just hearing those noises that followed, picturing what he was doing, had Nathaniel letting out a low groan.

"Dean," he panted, the word coming out strained with the building pleasure. It wasn't much longer after that he was coming with a gasp. He stroked himself until he was spent and panting back against the couch, heart racing. He kept his ear to the phone, listening to Dean on the other end of the phone, not wanting to miss a minute.