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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Dean sighed contentedly into the kiss, arms sliding around Nathaniel's neck. He leaned in close and smiled. "Not bad. I missed most of it. Driving kind of fast."

He leaned in and nuzzled Nathaniel's neck. "How are you?"

"I'm good... even better now that you're here," he murmured, arms sliding around Dean's waist to pull him in even closer as he leaned in to that nuzzling.

"You hungry or anything?" Not that he was eager to move, but sounded like Dean had been on the road awhile now.

Dean warmed even more to those words and leaned in more against Nathaniel, sighing softly and letting his eyes close. It was nice to just be there and feel him, breathe his scent, and be held onto for a while. He was always a little touch starved coming off a long job and one as bad as the last one left him even more eager to curl up on someone. Even better if it was someone he really liked.

"Yeah, a little." More than a little, since he'd been driving all day. There was the problem of having to let go, though.

"Well, you're welcome to help yourself to a sandwich or whatever you can find in the kitchen. Or we can head out." Nathaniel didn't mind either way... though that meant he had to let go. He did, reluctantly, taking a step back.

"A sandwich is fine. I'm not really all that keen on going out again right now, unless you really want to." Dean would be happy to just rest a while and enjoy Nathaniel's company.

He headed back to the kitchen to poke around in the fridge, marveling as how comfortable he was with the place. It wasn't 'home', but it was much more inviting than some places he'd stayed over the years.

"I'm fine staying in." Figured Dean would want to rest up after being on the road all day like he was. Besides, that meant they got more alone time together... and that was never a bad thing. He went to lean against a counter and watched as Dean moved around, comfortable.

That was even better to see. "So, figured we could spend tonight in and go out tomorrow. Found a restaurant..."

Dean set the sandwich fixings on the counter and looked over at Nathaniel with a grin. In absolutely any other occasion, if he were asked to wear a suit, he'd have complained the whole time. This time? He couldn't wait.

"That sounds good. I'm looking forward to our dinner date." And everything that would come with it.

"Yeah, me too." He stepped a little closer, up behind Dean to wrap his arms around his waist loosely.

"You got any requests for tonight though? Or do you want to rest up?"

"Mmm..." Dean practically melted back against Nathaniel for a moment. It felt good to just lean against him. Then he went back to work finishing up his sandwich so he could sit on the couch and curl up with him while he ate.

"I'm not that tired." He flashed Nathaniel a grin over his shoulder. "Any request? I'll have to consider that. Make it a good one..."

"Any request," Nathaniel answered, leaning in close to graze his lips over the other's temple lightly before he drew away to let Dean finish up his sandwich. He was looking forward to stretching out for awhile, honestly, along with Dean.

"Don't disappoint me, now."

Dean finished up and put the food away before he carried his sandwich and a beer to the living room to curl up on the couch with Nathaniel. He tucked himself in against Nathaniel's side comfortably. "Hmmm... how much time do you have tonight? Are you working the bar?"

"Yeah, gotta go down for awhile. You can stay up here and rest up though, if you want. I'll be back up as soon as the bar closes." He lowered his voice, speaking against his ear. "Be nice if you met me like you did the last time you were here, you know."

Dean waiting for him in that collar and a drink? Not a bad thing to walk through the door to see. Hell, the whole night was great.

Dean shivered at that murmur and his eyes closed. Man, this was already turning out to be a great visit and he'd just gotten there.

"Will you put it on me before you go downstairs?" It felt better if Nathaniel put it on for him.

"Yeah, of course." He smiled a little and let his lips graze over the other's neck.

"But we still got time to kill until then... couple hours at least. Thought about any requests yet?"

Dean sighed at the nuzzling and finally opened his eyes to turn his attention to his sandwich. The sooner he got done eating, the sooner he could climb into Nathaniel's lap.

"Hmmm..." He thought about it between bites. "There's always the machine..."

"Yeah?" He laughed a little bit, grinning at Dean at the suggestion. Oh, he liked that. He rubbed his hand down over the other's back, pulling him closer.

"You did say something about sucking me off while you rode it, didn't you?"

Dean squirmed closer when he was pulled. He was almost done eating, thank goodness. Hungry as he was, the whole food thing was getting in the way of his plan to climb Nathaniel.

"Yeah, I did. I've wanted my mouth on you for weeks."

"Been wanting to see you back on that machine... nothing hotter than seeing you fucked out on that thing,y ou know. Squirming and making all that noise... gonna be even better with my cock in your mouth," he murmured against Dean's skin, tone teasing. Couldn't wait to just get Dean closer again, feel him again.

It had been way too damn long. "Don't know how many times I've thought of it."

Dean finished off his sandwich and put the plate and beer bottle down. Then he turned and moved to straddle Nathaniel's lap, squirming in as close as he could.

"I want it. I want you. I wake up aching at night from dreams of you."

When Dean was on him, he pulled him in even closer, hands on his hips. He rolled his hips up grinding teasingly as his nails raked against him through his shirt.

He leaned up to catch his lips, nipping lightly. "Think about it too, so much. Want you to undress for me and wait in the bedroom while I get that toy ready for you."

Dean sighed contentedly as his body fitted in against Nathaniel's and started to grind against him. He shivered, feeling those nails through his shirt. Everything felt so much better now that he was here.

"Yes, Master," he purred against Nathaniel's lips and slowly shifted out of his lap to head to the bedroom. Along the way, he started to undress.

God, he didn't want to let him get up at first, even if he'd been the one to say it. He smiled at those words purred out against his lips and reluctantly let his hands drop away. Pushing himself to his feet, he went to follow Dean to the bedroom and while he was undressing, went to set up the toy for him.

"Lube's in the nightstand... why don't you get yourself ready for me while you're waiting?"

Dean didn't have any particular shame about sex and he liked being watched, so that order was one that was easy to comply with. He grabbed the lube and stretched out on the bed, got comfortable, and then started to work himself open as he watched Nathaniel set the machine up.

Nathaniel smirked to himself as he watched Dean get himself comfortable on the bed, fingering himself without an ounce of shame. Oh, he liked that about Dean... a lot really. Fun to see just what orders he could give and just how shameless Dean could be carrying them out for him.

He set the toy up on the floor, added the same toy as last time since Dean had seemed to really enjoy that one. "Ready when you are, Dean."

It could have taken more time and been a slow, torturous thing, but Dean was more interested in getting to the machine and what they had planned than he was a slow build up. He slipped his fingers out and pushed himself up, then stepped over to straddle the machine and lower himself down slowly onto the toy. He breathed a slow, deep sigh as it stretched him further and filled him.

Once he was fully seated, he gave an experimental roll of his hips and then looked up at Nathaniel. It was freaky how comfortable he as on this thing already. "Hands behind me or in front?"

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