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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Nathaniel didn't want to think about Dean leaving either, really. It was hard enough last time and he was just getting to know Dean then... now that he had a taste all over again, it was going to be hell.

He didn't want to think about that either though.

Not when Dean was sucking him off like a fucking pro. He bit at his lower lip and rolled his hips forward a little faster as his release built. He let out a low gran when he came, spilling himself into Dean's mouth. Nathaniel forced his eyes to stay open, watched as Dean jerked himself off, still slick from coming earlier, still getting fucked hard on that machine.

God, what a sight...

God, that was good. Dean didn't know why he enjoyed it so much, but he did. His mouth worked overtime to continue to suck Nathaniel hard while the other man came. Dean wasn't far behind him. The feeling of Nathaniel coming inside his mouth, the machine fucking him hard, and his own hand jerking himself off was enough to drive him over the edge.

He came hard, still sucking Nathaniel's softening cock as he rode out his own pleasure. His eyes closed under the force of it; he always came so much harder when he had someone in his mouth.

Nathaniel's hips stilled, but he didn't draw away from Dean right off. He kept himself pressed up close, softening cock shoved in Dean's mouth still as he rode out the pleasure. He didn't want to lose the feel of that mouth, even when it was bordering on overstimulation with the way Dean kept sucking him off.

Felt good either way.

He let out a deep groan and slowed the machine to a complete stop when Dean looked like he was spent. "So glad you came out today," he panted, tipping his head back briefly as he slowly recovered.

After the machine stopped, Dean stayed where he was, his mouth on Nathaniel, his hand loosely holding his own wilting cock, and the toy shoved deep inside him. He was totally spent and totally sated and he never wanted to move. Slowly, he pulled back off Nathaniel and rested his forehead against his hip, panting for breath and licking his swollen lips.

A smile curved them and he looked up through hazy, half-lidded eyes. "Me too. Been wanting this for so long."

He settled for stroking his hands through Dean's hair lightly, keeping his touches soft and relaxed while Dean recovered. He smiled down at him when he looked up and nodded slowly. "Yeah... me too. Know we just met and all, but kinda missed you warming my bed at night."

Under other circumstances, with someone else, hearing something like that might have made Dean uncomfortable. There weren't many people he got close to and even fewer he wanted to really make an effort with. Hearing it from Nathaniel didn't set off any warning bells at all; it just made him even warmer and more content.

He nuzzled Nathaniel's hip softly. "I missed being in your bed. Can't wait for tonight."

"Mm, yeah, me either." He didn't mean it in a stalker way or in a way that meant he expected anything from Dean. Whatever happened here, whatever this became was fine with him. But it was good that Dean didn't seem uncomfortable by the comment. He looked comfortable where he was really, content and nuzzling in comfortably.

"Hey, come on. Get up and get into bed. You can catch a nap. Bet you're tired after being on the road all day, right?

"Yeah, I could use some rest. Maybe a quick shower first." He lifted slowly up off the toy and gave a low groan at the loss. It was maybe a little unsettling just how comfortable he was on that thing. Still, it'd be even better later when it was Nathaniel in him and on him...

Better not go too far down that train of thought if he wanted to actually sleep.

He leaned in and kissed Nathaniel slowly. "Mind if I wash off real quick?"

"Go for it." Nathaniel gave a lazy, contented stretch as he watched Dean stand up off the toy.

"If you're out before me, go ahead and leave the water on. Better grab a quick one too, before I head in for work." Probably not the most professional, going in smelling like sex and Dean, he figured.

Maybe not professional, but Dean kind of loved the idea of Nathaniel walking around smelling like him. Every once in a while, he found he had a possessive streak.

He nodded. "Will do." Then he headed toward the bathroom, unabashedly naked and well fucked. Man, he felt good. He was going to sleep for hours, later. Hopefully with his collar on, if Nathaniel had time to slip it on before he left.

He probably wouldn't mind it, really, going around smelling like Dean. Figured it would be inevitable, if they kept their dinner date tomorrow night too.

Once the toys were cleaned and stashed away, collar placed out on the bed, he headed for the bathroom to see if Dean was still in or if he was finished. Either way, he needed to jump in quick.

Dean was almost finished. He was rinsing off when he heard Nathaniel come into the bathroom. He moved to make sure there was plenty of room for the other man to step in.

"Almost done here. There should be plenty of hot water left."

Nathaniel stepped up behind him, arms slipping around hi waist. "Mmm, just need enough to wash up."

Though he wasn't too eager to move with Dean right there, close by. "So, still planning on waiting for me when I get in tonight?"

"Absolutely. Anything you want." Dean meant that, too. Whatever Nathaniel asked for, he was going to get.

He leaned back against him and sighed contentedly. "Will you text me before you get ready to come up? Give me a chance to wake up and get myself together?"

"Yeah, I will..." He leaned in, nuzzling at the back of Dean's neck, letting out a sigh. Definitely didn't want to move from here.

"Need to get washed up. You're good at distracting me, you know."

Dean laughed a little at that and turned in Nathaniel's arms to lean in and kiss him long and slow. "You're good at letting me distract you," he murmured when the kiss ended.

Then he slowly, reluctantly pulled away. "I'll see you in the bedroom."

"To be fair, I haven't been trying very hard to not let you." He hadn't seen Dean in weeks and those phone calls and texts? More teases than anything substantial to go by.

"Alright... I'll be right there." He watched Dean slip out of the shower and then went to wash up real fast. He didn't linger and soon, he was coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.

Dean had dried off and stretched out on the bed. Technically, he supposed he could have climbed under the covers and gotten comfortable, but it was more fun to be sprawled out and inviting now. Give Nathaniel something to think about while he was downstairs. Besides, he wanted his collar. He'd been eager for it since he got here and seeing it lying on the bed just made him want it more.

Dean sat up and shifted on the bed, sitting back on his heels at the foot of the bed to wait.

When Dean sat up like that, he smiled a little bit and headed over to take the leather collar and fit around his neck. "How's that feel?"

Knew Dean liked those collars and hey, this one looked good on him. Not only did it look good, but Nathaniel kind of like it on him. The show of possession, the way Dean would submit to him too, trust him.

"Feels good," Dean answered with a deep sigh of contentment. It was almost a little unsettling how much comfort that strap of leather around his throat brought him.

He slid his arms around Nathaniel's waist and nuzzled his cheek against his chest. "Missed this."

"Good." He let Dean pull him in for now, arms settling around him. "Yeah, me too... You stayed gone too long." Not that he hadn't expected it... he expected there would be another long stretch of time after this visit too actually.

"I know." He sighed a little. There'd be more absences, yeah. He didn't like it, but that was the job. He'd just have to try to enjoy the time they had while he could stay. "We'll have to make up for that lost time while I'm here."

Reluctantly, he pulled away. "You'd better get dressed. I don't want to make you late."

"We'll definitely be doing that." With the weekend they had planned? It'd definitely make up for some of it.

When Dean moved away, Nathaniel nodded and went to slip into some fresh clothes. After that was taken care of, he went back to the bed to steal a quick kiss. "Get some rest... and help yourself to anything in the kitchen, if you want it."

"I will, thanks." Sleep sounded awesome right about now. Later, he might be hungry, but all he wanted now was a soft pillow and some blankets. Dean moved to crawl under the covers and settled in, sighing softly into Nathaniel's kiss.

"Don't forget to text me." He nodded to his phone sitting on the bedside table, then grinned at him. "I want to make sure I have time to give you the proper greeting."

"I won't... been looking forward to that greeting to let you just sleep right on through it," he teased, watching as Dean settled in and got comfortable. Looked comfortable...

Straightening up, he headed for the door. Needed to get down and get ready to open the bar up anyway, much as he'd like to linger around. There'd be time for that later tonight though.

He let himself out as quietly and headed down to the bar, setting his thoughts on work instead of the naked, collared guy in his bed. Damn, but that was difficult...

Thankfully, they got busy enough to keep him on his toes once people started filtering in.

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