followstheorders | Making a Connection.

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Making a Connection.

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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"Yeah?" He let out a laugh. Now that was a greeting he could get behind. He smiled a little fondly and leaned back against the couch. "What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking my bed's too cold." No lie there. Dean pulled the covers up more and shivered. "And that it would be a lot warmer with you in it."

"I could use you here too... You know if you'll be able to make it back anytime soon?" Didn't want to pressure Dean or rush him back, but he couldn't help but be curious.

"Yeah, actually. I was thinking I might head back that way soon. Got a few days off coming starting tomorrow." He picked at the ugly pattern on the motel bed quilt. "You think it'd be too desperate sounding to say I could be there by tomorrow afternoon?"

Truthfully, if he pushed it, he could probably be there in a few hours, but as wiped out as he was, he figured he'd better give himself a few hours of sleep first.

"I think that sounds great actually. Wasn't expecting you tomorrow... but it'd be good to see you again." Really great actually. He pushed a hand through his hair, smirking a little bit to himself again.

"You thought of anything you want to do?"

Dean hoped he wasn't hurrying back too soon, but it had been weeks and pretty much all of his downtime had been spent thinking about Nathaniel. And, yeah, all the things he wanted to do with him.

"I think we had a list, didn't we?" He countered, chuckling softly. There was a knock on the door and Dean remembered his pizza. Well, crap. Now he had to get out of bed.

"Hang on a sec, okay?" He got up and carried his wallet over to answer the door and pay. A minute or two later, he brought the phone back to his ear. "Sorry. My late dinner just arrived."

"Guess we did..." When Dean told him to wait, Nathaniel went quiet while Dean went to do whatever he had to take care of. When he came back, he shifted to stretch out on his couch, feet propped up on the arm.

"This is pretty late... busy day?"

"Yeah. Long, too. Is it terrible to say I would have loved to crawl into your shower earlier? Water pressure and hot water heater here sucks." Dean sat back down, pulling the covers up over his lap. The pizza box was warm next to his leg and he opened the box to grab a slice.

"So, about that list... added anything to it while I've been away?"

"I knew it... you're just using me for my shower. That's why you kept coming up with ways to get me in it last time you were here," he teased. He wouldn't protest Dean back in his shower either.

"You mean besides putting you to work with that toy in you? Mm, maybe a couple things."

"Nah. I'm using you for your body first. Your shower second." Dean grinned and settled back against the headboard. Between the hot pizza and the phone call, he was already feeling much better than he was a half hour ago.

A shiver ran through him when Nathaniel mentioned that idea. Dean had almost asked for it the last time he was there, but he didn't want to push too much into one visit. This time, he was looking very much forward to it. "Do I get to hear the couple things or are they secrets?"

"Right... well, my body is definitely better than my shower." Or at least Dean had better agree if he wanted to play with either!

"I haven't decided yet... maybe if you gave me some incentive, I won't be so tight lipped, you know?"

"No argument there." Dean was no fool! It was the truth, besides. Sleeping with Nathaniel was miles better than showering. And considering how fucking good the showers were, that said a lot.

"I could do that." Dean grinned and closed his pizza box to set it aside and wiggle down more comfortably under the covers. "What would give you incentive? Want to hear some of the ones I came up with? Or is there something else you want to hear?"

"Why don't we start with a couple of your ideas? We can move on from there," he murmured, settling down comfortably on his couch, arm folded behind his head.

"Start talking, Dean. Want to see what you get up to in that head of yours."

"Alright... well, I've been thinking pretty much non-stop about that machine of yours. How much I enjoyed you watching me and how much better it'll be when I'm sucking you off while I ride it." Dean licked his lips and shivered at the mental image. "You could even push me a little, if you want. Go a little past what I think I can handle right away..."

That would have been a dangerous offer to make someone he didn't trust, but he did trust Nathaniel. He knew the other man wouldn't let any actual harm come to him.

"The other night, I got off two or three times just imagining myself saying, 'I can't go anymore' and you telling me, 'Yes, you can' a couple of times before I finally have to actually use a safeword."

"Yeah? So you want me to push you until you absolutely can't take anymore, huh? Mm, I can do that... want to see how far you really can go. You riding that machine is something I'll never get tired of either." He smiled a little to himself, a spark going right through him knowing what Dean was thinking about.

"Gotten off so many times just thinking about you on that thing, sucking me off. Gotten off to the idea of tying you down and fucking you until you can't come anymore too."

"Yeah, I do." He answered and shivered again. It felt really good to say this sort of thing aloud to someone and have them react favorably.

Dean reached down to rub himself a little through the sweatpants he was wearing, feeling the stirrings of arousal just thinking and talking about this. "God, that sounds good. What else have you been getting off to?"

"Keep thinking about a lot of things I want to do with you, Dean. Keep thinking back to what we did at that club. Think you'd want to do that again?" He smirked a little.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Go back to the club, you mean? Or let you strap me? I'm pretty much game for either one, really. Or both." Dean had been thinking about it and there really wasn't much he wasn't willing to try with Nathaniel at least once. Probably much more than once.

"Right now?" He grinned and gave himself a slight squeeze. He wasn't completely hard yet, but it wouldn't be long. "Rubbing myself through my clothes. What are you doing?"

"Strap you is what I was thinking, but I'd be willing to check the club out again too." There was a lot to see and they barely touched the surface from what he saw.

He grinned to himself at the answer and shrugged, reaching down to rub himself through his own clothes, sighing a little at the contact. "Wondering if you're going to give me something good to listen to while you do that."

Dean grinned when he heard the sigh and the implied request. "What? No orders?" He teased.

He took the phone away a second and quickly shrugged out of his shirt. Then he shifted the phone to hold it between his ear and shoulder while he arched his back and pushed the sweatpants down over his hips and down to his knees. His body was cold still, but he had an idea it was about to warm up quickly.

"You want a story or just moaning?" Dean asked playfully as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and sighed, giving himself a slow, teasing stroke.

"Do you want orders?" His own tone was low, teasing. He listened to the rustling around on the phone, knew Dean was moving around a little from the sounds of it. Well, this was good... he hadn't expected this kind of call tonight. He wasn't going to bitch about it though.

"Mm, why don't you tell me what you're thinking of right now? What would you want me to do if I were there right now?"

"Don't I always?" Dean answered. his words breathy as he started to get into the feeling.

He thought over all the fantasies -- and there were quite a few -- that he'd been using to get himself off the last few days. Man, where to start? "I'm thinking about you telling me you'd take me to some fancy restaurant and take me into the bathroom to fuck."

Dean's hand squeezed a little tighter and he stroked himself firmly, keeping it slow for now. His eyes closed and he settled back in the pillows. "Thinking about you... pushing me up against the wall of the bathroom stall. Forcing me to hold onto the top edge for balance while you fuck me hard from behind. Can hear your panting in my ear and feel your hand on my mouth to muffle the sounds I can't hold onto."

"Point." And he could think of quite a few orders he'd like to give... too bad he wouldn't be there to see them acted out.

Nathaniel bit at his lower lip as Dean spoke, a jolt going straight to his cock at Dean's plans. Definitely enjoyed asking for the story option now. He shifted a little, giving himself another squeeze through his pants. Holding back for now though... no need to rush it.

"Jesus, Dean..." He let out a sigh. "Think we're gonna have to try this out. Bring some nice clothes with you, yeah? But for now... wet your fingers. Want you to fuck yourself with them, Dean."

"Mmm... yes, Master," he purred playfully. He wasn't even going to try to analyze how much he'd missed saying it to Nathaniel and how fucking good it felt.

Dean sighed and slipped two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them noisily enough to be heard over the phone. He could have gotten up to get his lube, but that would take too long and he kind of enjoyed the notion of Nathaniel listening to him suck on his fingers before he fucked himself with them.

When they were slick enough, he released them with a pop and reached down to start teasing himself, slowly working the first finger in. He groaned softly. Licking his lips, he continued with his fantasy, the words broken up by panting breaths and soft sounds as he fingered himself open.

"You'd hold me so tight against the wall while you're fucking me that, even if I could let go of the wall, I wouldn't be able to touch myself. The only way I'd get off is if I could do it without being touched. Otherwise, you'd make me wait until we left. Try to hide my hard on while we had dessert and a drink and you tormented me under the table the whole time..."

Nathaniel finally worked on opening his jeans and slipped a hand inside. He was hard now and while he would have preferred Dean to be there with him, to feel his touch... this would have to do. Just had to wait until tomorrow and damn, tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.

"Dean," he breathed, taking a moment to lick his lips and steady his voice again as he pumped his fist over his cock, Nathaniel let his eyes drift shut. He was picturing everything Dean said, could almost feel it...

"We're doing this." No doubts about it. He'd have to find some restaurant to take him to, but it'd be worth the effort. "You have no idea how much I want to see you squirm in public, see just how well you can keep yourself under control, Dean. Sure someone will figure out our game though... think you can handle them staring at you, knowing you're hard as a rock under the table and wanting to get fucked by me all over again?"

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