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 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."

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."

"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."

"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.

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..."

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.

"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?"

"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."

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..."

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?"

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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?"

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."

"Oh yeah?" Dean asked playfully as he moved to straddle the back of Nathaniel's thighs. He leaned forward to set his hands on the other man's shoulders and started rolling his wrists, working the heels of his palms into the tight muscles he found. "Gonna keep me as your collared houseboy? All the back rubs and blowjobs you can stand?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll reward you with lots of great sex as incentive." He let out a groan when Dean found a particularly tense muscle, eyes drifting shut. Yeah, he was definitely good with those hands. No regrets about accepting this offer of Dean's. He squirmed a little under him, just relaxing as those hands worked into him.

"Throw in booze and you've got a deal." Dean grinned at the groan and kept working, teasing out all the knots he found and soothing down the tense muscles. The squirming made things interesting, too, but for now he focused on Nathaniel's back and shoulders.

Nathaniel let his eyes drift shut to just focus on those talented hands working over his body, a low noise leaving his lips when Dean came across some place particularly sore or tense. "I own a bar, you can have all the booze you want."

Eventually Dean stopped finding tense spots in Nathaniel's muscles and he settled into just smoothing his hands over Nathaniel's back. He bent and kissed the back of the other man's neck softly. "Want to roll over and let me work on the front now?"

Nathaniel sighed quietly and nodded. When Dean moved off him, he pushed himself up and rolled to his back, looked up at him. He smiled slightly, perfectly relaxed against the bed and already half-hard from the attention. Kind of hard to not respond to those hands on him, really. "Ready when you are, Dean."

"Always ready." Getting his hands on Nathaniel? There was never a bad time for that.

Dean settled back on his thighs and leaned over, hands moving over his shoulders and chest. He leaned in and kissed and nuzzled at Nathaniel's neck while he rubbed Nathaniel down.

Nathaniel watched him through half-lidded eyes as he rubbed over him like that. He tilted his head for easier access as his hands came up to smooth up Dean's sides and back.

He shifted under Dean a little, a low groan leaving him. God, those hands...

With the collar on, it was easy to find himself sinking deeper into that submissive mindset. Pleasing his master was the most important thing, right now, and he was willing to pull out every stop to make it happen.

His mouth trailed his hands down Nathaniel's body. He kissed and sucks and teased at each nipple while his hands wandered down Nathaniel's stomach and sides. Eventually, his mouth moved lower, biting and licking over tight stomach muscles and nuzzling into the tempting hollow of on hip while his hands began to knead at Nathaniel's thighs.

Nathaniel didn't have any complaints about Dean's methods right now. Each touch and the way that mouth moved over him had him letting out low, encouraging noises and shifting up into his touches. He rolled his hips up when Dean started to knead, one hand going to tangle in short locks of hair.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked casually, propping himself up on an elbow to watch Dean move. "Only just starting... got a lot of stuff planned for you, you know. Last time we met was just a taste of all the things I want to do to you, Dean."

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