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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"Dean..." He groaned, letting him pull him closer and in deeper. His head tilted back, eyes closing at the steady suction, the muscles working around his cock. He let out a low noise, rolling his hips a little.

"Getting close," he warned.

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The warning didn't stop him. It just made him work harder. Dean wanted to feel Nathaniel come and wanted to keep right on going. A preview of what he wanted to do later when Nathaniel had him stashed under his desk. That thought really shouldn't be as exciting as it was...

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Nathaniel's hand came down to rest against the back of his head, not pushing or guiding, just touching as Dean kept working over him. With a low groan of Dean's name, he came. His hips gave a twitch forward as he rode it out.

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Dean swallowed him down without hesitation. He sucked hard until Nathaniel settled back. Then he relaxed his jaw, staying where he was, Nathaniel's cock still deep in his throat. Not sucking or moving at all. Just holding him there, relaxed and comfortable.

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Nathaniel took in a steady, slow breath as he tipped his head back. He was content to lay there awhile, Dean's mouth linger on him while he recovered. "Mm, stay."

He didn't know if he'd be getting hard again so soon, but Dean looked pretty comfortable where he was too. "I'll let you know when to move."

For now, he just let himself stroke Dean's hair soothingly.