Kurt was fairly certain he'd never gotten ready for anything so quickly in his young life. He hurried through his shower, pulled on a pair of pale blue, silky pajamas - exactly the sort he might have worn if Blaine was actually present to show off for - and skipped a good half of his moisturizing routine just to slide into bed more quickly. Kurt lay between the cool sheets, cell phone clutched in his hand. As he'd readied himself for the night, he'd come to a realization, and the idea of broaching the subject with Blaine had left him slightly nervous. //It isn't as if he's going to be mad... probably.//

Blaine rushed home, taking care along the wet streets. As soon as he parked the car, he bolted indoors and straight up to his room. Tearing off his clothes, he pulled back the covers on his bed and dove inside. The sheets were soft and warm but were small consolation when compared to being in Kurt's arms. Blaine missed Kurt with a physical ache, and his hand trembled slightly as he speed dialed his boyfriend's number. Hearing Kurt's sweet voice relaxed and excited Blaine all at once. "Do you have any idea how much I wish you were here?" he breathed into the phone.

Kurt grinned to himself and snuggled deeper into the covers. "Mmm... much as I wish you were here?" he ventured. "I miss you already." It was hard to keep the pouting tone out of his voice, but Kurt didn't care. He wanted Blaine to know he was missed and loved. "There is one thing, though... um, that I sort of wanted to talk about before we get.... off track." Kurt blushed. He supposed it was presumptuous to assume that their conversation would be anything but totally innocuous, but if Blaine's hormones were working half as hard as his were, innocent was the last thing the evening would be.

The effect of Kurt's voice could easily be classified as downright sinful. Blaine’s pulse quickened and his body responded in kind, aching with need. He wasn't too far gone yet to not be a little concerned to notice the shift in Kurt's tone. "Remember what I told you," Blaine said, "you can talk to me about anything." He sighed, pressing the phone closer to his ear. "What's on your mind... besides me?"

"Actually, nothing besides you," Kurt answered, smiling. "It's about you. About us. I... earlier, getting interrupted... I don't know how far things would have gone if we hadn't been, and this weekend we'd sort of planned to... um..." He was blushing furiously and vacillating between being glad that Blaine was elsewhere and unable to see him floundering and wishing he had the shelter at least of hiding his face in Blaine's chest while he tried to spit it out. "I think we should wait. Not long. Not forever. Just... I like... okay, I didn't like getting interrupted, but there's something sort of... sexy about wanting you and not having you yet."

He wondered if the words made any sort of sense and cast around for a way to express it more clearly. "We've just started figuring each other out. By the time we make love," Kurt was proud of himself for being so direct for once, "I want to know how to make you feel really, really good. I want to know that it's going to feel good for both of us no matter what that last step is like. It's not that we won't still be learning after that or exploring each other but I think it might be... different. I don't want to miss anything. Not with you."

"Kurt Hummel, I love you," Blaine whispered, completely overwhelmed with emotion. "It might seem as if I can't control myself around you, but I want the same thing. You mean the world to me, Kurt. I'm crazy about you and I want to get to know every last inch of you... intimately." Even as he spoke the words his voice deepened. His heart thundered against his ribs and, without even realizing it, his hand had disappeared under the sheets, taking hold of his rapidly swelling arousal. "I can't get the sight of you half naked and wet out of mind," he confessed, his breathing coming a little bit faster.

"Then you can only imagine how difficult it is for me considering how gorgeous you are," Kurt answered with as much self-possession as he could muster. He let out a soft sigh at the heat in Blaine's voice and decided that he might as well go for broke. "In the interest of further exploration, Mr. Anderson... what are you wearing?"

Blaine's chuckle was thoroughly dirty, "Why Mr. Hummel, would you be offended if I replied 'absolutely nothing?'" There was something forbidden and exciting talking this way over the phone with Kurt. Nowhere near as wonderful if his boyfriend had been in the bed beside him, of course, but this might be the next best thing. "It was much too hot wearing your clothes," he continued, growing increasingly breathless. "Felt too good smelling you all over my skin."

//Oh, lord.// Kurt's breath hitched, and he shifted a little beneath the covers, relishing the feel of his growing erection sliding against the silky pajamas. "Hmmm... I think I may be overdressed for the party, then." He wished Blaine had left his clothing behind so he could return the favor the next day. "Do you have any thoughts on how I might solve that problem?"

"Hmm, now let me think..." Blaine replied playfully, all the while shivering as he languidly stroked himself beneath the covers. "You should definitely make yourself more comfortable. Why don't you take off your clothes?" Just imagining Kurt lying there flushed with arousal was nearly enough to finish Blaine off. "Close your eyes and imagine me sliding them off you..." Having never spoken this way before to anyone, Blaine found it surprisingly easy to be seductive over the phone with Kurt, "While I'm undressing you, I'm kissing you... all over your neck... your chest... Would you like that, Kurt?"

Kurt whimpered his boyfriend's name and bit his lip, nodding until he realized that Blaine couldn't see him. "Yes. Yes..." He found his voice again as he reached for the buttons on his shirt. "I'm wearing silk pajamas. It feels so good against my skin... just not as good as you." Though Kurt was blushing, he fought through the hesitation. Blaine was taking to phone sex like he'd been born to do it, and Kurt refused not to live up to his end of things. He was a performer, after all. This was just a new kind of performance. As the silk brushed against his skin, Kurt let out a soft moan. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of the pants, and he slid them down, holding the phone between his chin and shoulder. The casual brush of the fabric against his hardening cock made him gasp again.

The sound of Kurt's breath catching in his throat was nothing short of Heaven. Blaine fought to control himself. It would be easy to get carried away with the excitement of what was happening and have things end far too soon. "Just imagine the silk is me touching you," he whispered into the phone. "Touching you all over, Kurt..." Closing his eyes Blaine remembered the sensation of Kurt, flushed and panting, writhing beneath him. How incredible it felt to hold him, to taste him... "...And kissing you... Oh god, I can't stop kissing you..." He grew bolder as his desire reached a fever pitch. "...Moving lower and lower..." Blaine released his grip on his aching length, he brought his fingers to his lips and began to nurse on his digits. "...Taking you in my mouth, Kurt..."

Kurt wrapped his hand around himself, using the silk pants to create a barrier to prevent friction since fumbling in the nightstand sounded like far too much trouble. He just wanted to listen to Blaine's voice and imagine that he wasn't alone in the bed. When he closed his eyes and brought to bear the full power of his rather active imagination, Kurt could almost feel the other boy's touch, the wet heat of his mouth. "Feels so good," he groaned, picturing Blaine's dark eyes and wishing he could run his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. "You looked so good today, all wet from the rain... liked your hair like that... wild." Though Kurt generally preferred that both he and those around him were properly groomed, there had been something unutterably sexy about seeing Blaine's curls untamed for once.

"Kurt..." Blaine's hand drifted back down under the covers, reaching for his aching length which fairly leapt into his grasp. "...That's the way you make me feel... wild, uncontrollable... Oh god, I love you... Kurt, I love you so much..." His mind filled with Kurt's beautiful face, his smooth, enchanting body and the memory of his boyfriend's huge, iron-hard arousal pulsing with need for him. Kurt's luscious skin gleaming while his slender hips writhed... "Unnh!" Blaine grunted softly as his fingers brushed over the weeping tip of his inflamed cock. "...So close..."

Kurt let out a sound that was very nearly a sob and began stroking himself faster. "OhgodBlaine," he gasped, back arching. Kurt only barely managed to keep in mind that his parents were just downstairs. The idea of Blaine touching him, the husky groan of his boyfriend's voice in his ear, were too seductive for control. Instead Kurt writhed with pleasure. "I'm coming... just for you..." He managed to keep his cries down to breathy gasps as he came in steady pulses into the wadded up fabric of his pajama pants.

Blaine held on for as long as he could, relishing the wondrous sounds Kurt made as he spilled himself in ecstasy. His own cock tingled and oozed, his body ached, his blood raced. "God, Kurt!" Stroking himself harder, faster, Blaine felt a surging orgasm engulf him as he imagined Kurt shuddering against him. He cried out, coming sharply, suddenly. Slumped in the bed, still throbbing from the devastating climax, Blaine was amazed at what had occurred. "That was incredible," he panted, rubbing the sticky mess into his flushed skin. "And all from just talking to you. At this rate I might come if you just knocked on my front door."

"We'll have to try that," Kurt answered with a shaky laugh. "Oh, god, I wish you were here." It almost hurt not to be able to touch Blaine, to hold him and kiss him as he came down from the intense climax. "You'd said something about singing me to sleep?" Kurt shoved his pajamas off the bed into a pile on the floor. It was entirely unlike him to be so cavalier about cleanliness, but the day had been too taxing to focus on laundry for the moment. "I want to hear your voice for a little while longer."

"I did promise you a song, didn't it?" Blaine ached to hold Kurt in his arms and sing him to sleep in person, to feel him cuddled up close, his hair brushing against his nose as he leaned in to kiss the top of his head. Blaine sighed contentedly at the visual conjured up in his mind. He felt as if his body was floating among the stars, and that gave him inspiration for a song.

"Fly me to the moon, and let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, darling kiss me
Fill my heart with song, and let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you... I love you, Kurt."

“Mmmm…” Kurt barely managed to mumble the words in return and say good night before he ended the call and drifted off into the most restful sleep he’d managed for days.