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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[rockandscotch]

"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

[rockandscotch]

"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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Dean slept hard for a good five hours. The previous day plus the drive and the really spectacular ride on Nathaniel's machine had all combined to knock him cold. When he woke, it was to the sound of his stomach growling urgently. Even so, he took his time getting up.

The bed was warm and a dozen times more comfortable than the ones he was used to on the road. He stretched and squirmed, reveling in the other man's scent on the sheets and pillows. One hand moved slowly to stroke the soft leather circling his neck. A long, deep sigh escaped him. If this wasn't complete contentment, he didn't know what was.

Finally, he got himself out of bed, didn't bother with getting dressed, and wandered into the kitchen to find something to eat. As he poked around, it occurred to him that learning to cook might be in his best interests if he was going to be spending much time here. Ultimately, he ended up with another sandwich. Not the most imaginative of meals, but it did the trick.

After he was done, he cleaned up and headed back to bed to wait. He wasn't sleepy, but the bed was too comfortable to resist for long. He kept his phone close, waiting for Nathaniel's text.

[rockandscotch]

It was late before Nathaniel managed to send in a text. He was alone downstairs, having sent his bartender home early and decided handle the last bit of closeup and clean up, himself. wasn't too much more to do and knowing Dean was upstairs waiting for him was incentive enough to hurry and get it done, honestly.

After a few moments, he pulled out his phone.

Hey, you awake?

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Dean startled out of a light doze when he phone buzzed. He reached for it on the nightstand and grinned when he read the text.

Hey! I am. You about done?

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Almost. Why don't you pour us a drink and wait for me by the door? On your knees, maybe.

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Yes, master.

Dean grinned as he sent the response. Then he climbed out of bed and straightened up the covers before he headed into the living room and went to pour Nathaniel a drink. He knelt by the door with the drink in hand and waited.

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Nathaniel came up a little bit after the last text. He smiled at the sight of Dean waiting like he'd told him to. Good to see he was still great at listening to that sort of stuff...

He took a step over to him to take the drink, his other hand going to stroke down the side of his face and down to his chin, tipping his chin up. "You get some rest? Long night ahead of you after all."

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Dean sighed softly when his head was tipped up and he smiled. "Yeah, I did. It was really nice. I'm looking forward to tonight, too. Everything you have in mind."

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"Good." He returned the smile briefly before he took a sip from his drink. "I'm gonna go sit over in that chair... you can help me out of these boots. Not real interested in keeping in these clothes."

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"Yes, master." Dean purred smoothly.

He waited for Nathaniel to walk over and sit in the chair, then he followed, sinking once more to his knees beside his legs. One by one, Dean stroked his legs lightly and pulled off each boot and sock. When they were done, he leaned up to start unbuttoning Nathaniel's shirt, since he said he wasn't interested in clothes.

[rockandscotch]

His legs spread wide for Dean to be able to work and get off his boots. He let out a soft sigh when he leaned up to work on his shirt, watching him work as he relaxed. Felt good to have Dean here again, really.

Felt good to watch him move too.

"Mm, thought about you on that machine all day..."

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Dean smiled as he unbuttoned the shirt and kissed the revealed skin here and there. His gaze traveled up to meet Nathaniel's and he smiled wider. "Did it make work difficult?"

Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he started to slip it off Nathaniel's shoulders. Then he draped it over the arm of the chair and reached for Nathaniel's jeans to unfasten them.

[rockandscotch]

"Made the slow parts go by quicker at least." He leaned forward to help him get the shirt off before bringing up his hands to cup Dean's face. While he worked on his jeans, he leaned forward to kiss Dean slowly.

"How about you... how'd you spend the time while I was gone?"

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"Well, first I had the best five hours of sleep I've had in weeks." Dean finished unfastening the jeans and started tugging them down over Nathaniel's hips and legs. "Then I got up to raid your fridge again and lament the fact that I can't cook."

As the jeans slipped down, Dean bent to kiss at the newly exposed skin along his legs. "Mostly, I just killed time until you came back."

[rockandscotch]

He gave a pleased hum at those kisses and raked his fingers through Dean's hair, encouraging more of that when his jeans were down. He shifted a little under the attention, legs parting further. "Never get tired of your mouth, you know."

He paused, looking down. "Not a brilliant cook, myself, but I guess I could give you some pointers if you want'em. Can't have you living off sandwiches and microwave food alone, can I? Though tomorrow, dinner's on me..."

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A thrill went through him when Nathaniel brought up dinner. Their conversation from the previous day was still fresh in his mind and he started to get aroused every time he thought about it. It had made the drive over pretty interesting.

"After dinner tomorrow, then. Or before, maybe. There's always breakfast." Once the jeans were off, Dean leaned in and rubbed his cheek against Nathaniel's crotch over his boxers. He nuzzled and teased. His hands smoothed up Nathaniel's legs and wandered under the legs of his boxers. "Do you want me back on the machine tonight?"

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"Fine, breakfast... it's a date." He grinned teasingly at Dean, shifting here and there to help him get the jeans the rest of the way off. He let out a sigh at the nuzzling. He was kind of really enjoying all the touches and attention.

"Later. Right now... think I want to unwind for a bit, decide what all I want to do with you tonight. How do you feel about putting that mouth to use, Dean?"

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"I always want my mouth on you," he answered without hesitation, still nuzzling teasingly a moment or two before he pulled back and started to tug those boxers down. While he did, he looked up at Nathaniel with an inviting grin. "Of course, if my master's open to suggestions, we could move to the bed and I could see about unwinding you first. I'm actually really good at massage."

[rockandscotch]

"That is tempting..." He could definitely use a massage anyway. His muscles were tight and a little sore. He shifted slowly to get to his feet, brushing his hand through Dean's hair affectionately.

"Why don't you show me what you got? Then I'll show you some of the stuff I got planned for you."

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"I can't wait," he answered with a grin and slowly got to his feet to follow Nathaniel into the bedroom. Once there, he waited for the other man to get comfortable on the bed before he joined him. "Maybe on your stomach first?"

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He stretched out on his stomach like he was asked, folding his arms under his head. "You know, if you really are as good as you say you are, I might not want to let you go," he teased.

"Massages whenever I can get them? I might not want to give it up."