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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"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?"

"I'll bring a suit," Dean promised with a breathless groan. He didn't have one, but for this, he would sure as fuck find one.

A long deep moan escaped him as he listened to Nathaniel's words. He was slowly working the second finger inside as he pictured what the other man was saying. God, tomorrow was far away.

"Yes," he breathed softly, both from arousal and a little difficulty admitting the truth there. He not only could handle someone knowing, he was looking forward to it. There was a deep, untapped exhibitionist streak in him. He licked his lips to answer again. "I want them to know I'm yours to control and use however you want."

"That right?" Nathaniel had a very big exhibitionist streak and he wasn't above admitting he liked attention on him. Hell, shouldn't be that big of a surprise considering he used to regularly perform on stage. This was just a different, far more perverted extension of that.

"You want me to take you out sometime, wearing that collar? Introduce you as mine? Be glad to do it, you know. Show you off... let everyone know you're mine and I can tell you to do whatever I like."

He was pumping his hand a little faster, a low groan leaving him at just the thought. "Could tell you to get down on your knees and suck me off right then and there... sounds like you'd get off on it too."

"Yes," he gasped and thrust his fingers deeper inside himself in a poor imitation of what he wished Nathaniel was doing right now. His own cock was aching, laying hard and neglected against his stomach, but he hadn't be told to touch himself yet. Only to fuck himself.

"Yes," he whimpered again. "I would. I'd get off on it so hard. Fuck, please."

"Don't come yet," he panted, practically growled when he heard that whimper. He knew Dean was probably aching for it, needing it bad now. He'd been the one who'd said earlier he wanted to be pushed though, see how far his limits really went.

"Unless you think you can get off only on your fingers anyway... don't want you touching your cock yet. Not until I say, got that. And fine... maybe we'll see what we can do about that too. Take you out, show you off... then take you back home and do all kinds of filthy things to you. Maybe put you back on that machine since you love it so much."

There was no way Dean was getting off on his fingers alone. They were good, he was good at it, but they weren't enough. Not when his mind was imagining Nathaniel's cock and how much better it would be. Or that machine, god yes.

"Yes, Master," he moaned, fisting his other hand in the sheets to keep it from reaching for his needy cock. His fingers worked double-time, trying to take the edge off. It just made him want more. He was definitely all thawed out now.

Nathaniel's hips rolled up into his hand, a low moan leaving him into the phone. He wasn't bothering to keep quiet... he was panting into the phone, needy noises leaving him. "Miss your mouth so much... you have no idea how many times I've thought about it. Thought about how you looked, how your lips wrapped around me..."

He licked his lips, another shaky moan leaving him. He was getting so damn close and Dean's voice on the other end didn't help at all. "You can touch... let me hear you."

God, those sounds. Dean was going to lose his mind soon if he didn't get to come soon. He shuddered and thrust his fingers in a little faster, trying to match the pace he was imagining Nathaniel's hand moving. "You can have it... any time you want, you know. Love to be on my knees for you."

Hearing Nathaniel give him permission to touch himself made his cock jerk against his belly. He let go of the sheets and reached for it, hand wrapped tightly around the base to start stroking himself rapidly. His moans got more desperate and louder. Dean didn't bother to try to hold them back. If Nathaniel wanted to hear them, he'd obey.

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.

Dean whined softly when he heard Nathaniel coming. Just the thought had him toppling over the edge. He gasped and cried out, hands still moving rapidly on himself. His eyes were closed tight and he arched his back, twisting on the sheets as he rode out one of the best orgasms he'd ever had on his own.

Well, mostly on his own...

When he finally stopped, he laid there panting with the phone still tucked in against his ear. His hands stayed where they were, loose and relaxed. "Oh god."

"You can say that again," he murmured, lips quirking up a little. He shifted a little, stretching lazily. He needed to get up, clean up, but Nathaniel was too sated and content to do that. He didn't want to budge an inch just yet.

"I'm glad I called..." He hadn't gotten off that hard in a bit.

"Me too," Dean answered without hesitation, still panting. "Best thing that happened to me all day."

He wasn't going anywhere for a while. He might be sticky and a little sweaty, but he felt better than he had in hours. He was definitely not in any rush to end that pleasant, relaxed feeling. "Man, I can't wait until tomorrow."

"Me either." he let out a breathless little chuckle and tipped his head back. His breathing was slower now, his heart beating at a normal pace again. Still didn't want to move though.

No reason to while he still had Dean on the phone. "Though our calls are always plenty interesting too, you have to admit that."

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