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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"We're going to," he promised. Maybe not today, but soon. Dean was here for a couple days at least, apparently, and Nathaniel planned to make good use of it all. His hand squeezed tighter, squeezing before he pumped his hand faster.

He moved up to catch his lips in a slow, deep kiss again, nibbling lightly on the lower one. "What are you thinking about, Dean?"

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Dean moaned against his mouth and shivered when Nathaniel nipped the bottom lip. He said the only thing that was really on his mind. "Getting my mouth on you again..."

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He smiled against the other's mouth, giving him a few more firm strokes, letting his thumb trail over the head of his cock and tease at the slit before he released him. After that, he got to his feet and grabbed at Dean's hair lightly. "Open your mouth then."

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A ripple of pleasure ran through him when Nathaniel gripped his hair like that. Fuck, he might have to grow it out a little, at this rate. Anything to encourage a little friendly hair pulling.

Dean opened his mouth obediently at the command and waited shamelessly.

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He guided himself slowly into the other's waiting mouth, a low moan leaving his lips at the feel of him. He tipped his head down with a soft sigh, hands loosening through those short locks. "Mm, this better? Let me hear you say it."

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To say so, he'd have to take his mouth off. Dean settled for a deep moan of pleasure as he felt Nathaniel's cock slide past his lips and over his tongue. He was free to use his hands, but it was so much more satisfying to remain still and let Nathaniel thrust.

Well, not entirely still. His legs were still moving him on the machine. It was fucking him good and solid, and he couldn't have ignored it if he'd wanted to.

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He rolled his hips, gradually picking up the pace but being careful to not push too deep. Didn't want to actually hurt Dean, especially when he was so into the machine, lost on the way it was fucking into him. "Like getting fucked both ways, huh?" he murmured, pushing his hands through Dean's hair again, tightening his grip.

"Getting close," he warned lowly.

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A whimper of pleasure was all the affirmation he could make. Was he enjoying this? God, yes. He could very easily get used to it. Hell, he'd only done it once before, without the added bonus of sucking Nathaniel off, and he'd missed it while he was on the road. At this rate, it was going to be even harder to leave this time.

Not that he wanted to think about that now.

Nathaniel's warning penetrated the haze of pleasure and Dean redoubled his efforts, sucking hard at the firm shaft as it moved past his lips. One hand moved from bracing him to take his own cock in hand, still slippery from his previous orgasm. He wanted to come with Nathaniel still in his mouth. Fuck, he wanted it bad.