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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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.