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's life... wasn't nearly so eventful. Work was busy as usual, he had things to do, and he couldn't help but think about Dean on occasion. Maybe more than just 'occasionally'. That last visit left an impression and the phone calls didn't help.

Tonight, he'd made time to take just for himself, to relax and give Dean a ring. Had he known that Dean came damn near freezing to death and was probably pretty exhausted, he might have held off.

Grabbing his phone, he punched Dean's number and waited for him to answer.

As soon as they hung up, Nathaniel went to jump in a quick shower and then went to bed. Had quite a day to look forward to tomorrow after all. And hopefully, Dean would make it before Nathaniel had to get to work... they could squeeze in a little bit of time with any luck.

The next day, he handled the few things he needed to early, looked up restaurants, and then headed back to the house to wait when he thought it was getting late enough for Dean to get there.

Nathaniel took a step closer to him, lips quirking up as he looked down at him. "Yeah, me too," he murmured as he thumbed on the machine. He started it off slow and steady for now and used his other hand to start undoing his jeans enough to draw himself out.

He was already hard, just watching Dean, seeing how eager he was for all of this. "Why don't you show me how eager you've really been?"

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...

"Do I get to hear some of those ideas?" Dean asked with a teasing grin as he looked up at Nathaniel. He didn't move his head too much. Kind of liked feeling Nathaniel's hand in his hair and he didn't want to dislodge it.

And speaking of taste, now that he was low enough, he dipped his head to lap at Nathaniel's cock slowly. He gave it long, slow laps with the flat of his tongue, teasing it up to full hardness.

"Yes," he whimpered and shuddered again. He'd offered before, but he was used to not being kept. The idea that Nathaniel wanted him that much and that way was hotter than anything else so far.

At the command, Dean rolled over onto his back. His cock laid heavy and aching against his belly. He wanted to move, to touch himself, anything... but he fought to stay still. His eyes sought out Nathaniel's as he panted for breath.

"Oh god," he breathed when the angle changed and suddenly Nathaniel was fucking him harder and faster. He shuddered underneath him and then again harder when he growled like that. He was starting to get hard again, responding to the stimulation.

"So good... please, can I move?" The question came out much more uncertain than he meant it. It was so much easier to simply accept orders and take what he was given than it was to ask for what he wanted.

Dean swallowed it down without hesitation. There was nothing hotter than the feeling of having Nathaniel's hands tight in his hair and his cock moving hot and hard across his tongue while he came. Dean could definitely get used to this. Hell, he kind of already had.

With Nathaniel still deep down his throat, Dean stayed right where he was, sucking softly at the softening length. He was content to hold Nathaniel in his mouth for as long as he'd allow it.

Dean chuckled softly at that question. How to answer it? It wasn't like there was much Nathaniel wasn't doing right, really. In the short time they'd known each other, Dean had found very little to complain about.

Plus, it'd always been a little difficult to put into words the sorts of things he enjoyed and what he longed for, even though he'd largely found them with Nathaniel. He'd try, though.

"You want me to list your many pleasant traits?" He asked teasingly, eyes slipping closed as he enjoyed the feel of Nathaniel's lips on his neck. "You know how to exert control without being humiliating or hurtful. You know how to touch me to get all the best results. You can use me and still let me feel like a person and not a sex toy."

Nathaniel was right. Dean liked it when he pushed him.

It feels good. I picked one of the bigger ones and I'm hard again already. Thinking about how easy it'll be for you to fuck me when you get back. I'll be ready for you.

Staying right there sounded good to Dean. His eyes were closed, arms loose around Nathaniel's waist. He reflexively swallowed around the softened length, perfectly content to have it there. The weight on his tongue and the way it stretched his lips flipped all the best switches in his brain, making him completely pliant and at ease.

In spite of the toys still attached and inserted, the need he'd been tormented by was calmer now. Closer to sated, even though he hadn't been able to come.

Dean climbed out of the truck and followed Nathaniel inside. Every step was an adventure with that plug inside, but he did his best not to show it. Hell, just getting into the suit pants earlier had been an adventure. Fortunately, his hard on had subsided a bit by now. Not that his nerves weren't still jangling with unsatisfied need.

He stepped inside and looked around at the entrance area, impressed. "This is a nice place."

A low, deep moan escaped him when Nathaniel pushed in deep. God, finally. His whole body trembled with need as he ground back against Nathaniel, hands clutching at the top edge of the stall. His forehead leaned against the wall and his eyes closed.

"Me too," he answered softly, spreading his legs a little wider in encouragement.

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