"Okay," Blaine winked and he picked up his phone from the bedside table. But his hand never stopped moving!

"Blaine," Kurt moaned, writhing now, "You need to call her back!"

Blaine's hand stilled a little then moved.

"Oh, I will," he said quietly.

He was grinning, and Kurt was suddenly terrified. Blaine's right hand started to slip beneath Kurt's silk pyjama pants. Blaine's thumb on his left hand was hovering over "Return call".

Blaine winked at Kurt as both his hands moved at once.

"No! Blaine!" Kurt hissed, trying to wriggle free, but Blaine moved so he was sitting on Kurt's thighs and knees, effectively trapping him, as he pulled the front of Kurt's pants down, and wrapped his fingers around him.

"Shh," Blaine practically giggled as Kurt bucked underneath him, "It's ringing!"

"Oh hey, Rachel," Blaine said casually into the phone, "Sorry I missed your call earlier, we were going through Kurt's Grey's Anatomy DVD's," Blaine's hand tightened on the word 'anatomy', and Kurt had started to bite his lip to keep from screaming. He felt amazing, and Kurt knew he shouldn't be turned on by this at all, but there was apparently a sick voyeuristic side to him that he'd never realised before, and his dick was painfully hard.

Kurt heard Rachel's voice nattering away, and he heard the word 'Mc Dreamy', so he knew this particular part of the conversation might last a while.

Blaine's hand had started to slide up and down now. Kurt understood Blaine's reaction, because he had this otherworldly awareness that this was Blaine touching him. He was very conscious of the fact that this was a hand he didn't control, and it was so much better than had expected. Kurt had to stop biting his lip, or he would have bite marks at school tomorrow. But it was very dangerous to leave his mouth unchecked right now. If Rachel Berry heard him moaning in the background? Kurt couldn't even imagine how bad it would be and yet he still couldn't stop himself from whimpering.

Blaine seemed to realise that Kurt needed something to shut him up, because he leaned forward and kissed him softly, pressing his tongue between Kurt's lips and moving in time with his strokes, occasionally breaking the kiss to mutter "uh huh" or "I know!" into the phone.

Blaine's hand began to twist a little, and Kurt was suddenly very aware of the fact that Blaine still had no pants on, from earlier. He was sitting on Kurt's knees, entirely naked, and jerking him off, while on the phone to Rachel. It was kind of the hottest thing Kurt had ever seen, and he moved his hands to squeeze Blaine's arse.

"Hggg!" Blaine made a weird noise in his throat and broke the kiss immediately to try to cover up the sound with a cough. "Sorry, Rachel, just eating ice-cream, and I mustn't have swallowed it right," he stammered, and Kurt could tell he was starting to panic, himself, that they might be caught out. That didn't stop his hand from twisting around Kurt firmly and pumping quicker, though.

"So why'd you run out of rehearsals today?" Blaine asked calmly, and Kurt suddenly had the most brilliant idea for getting free. He definitely wanted this to continue, but with an explicit lack of Rachel being able to listen in and he knew the best way to do it.

"OH MY GOD!" Blaine exclaimed loudly, as Kurt reached a hand out and grabbed Blaine's cock for the second time that night.

"Ahh!" Kurt let out, as Blaine's hand tightened abruptly.

They just looked at each other.

"Sorry, Rach," Blaine said breathlessly into the phone, eyes drilling into Kurt's, "I'll talk to you tomorrow. There's a huge spider in Kurt's room. Massive. We have to go take care of it. See you tomorrow!" he finished quickly over the top of Rachel's protests.

"You are so dead," Blaine said mock-seriously, and pumped his hand.

"Me?" Kurt gasped, "You started that!" he retorted, fisting Blaine's cock in time with Blaine. Blaine shifted on top of him, groaning, and Kurt unexpectedly felt Blaine's cock pressing against his own.

Kurt let out a moan. Blaine loved hearing that sound. Kurt's voice got all low and gravelly, and he sounded so hot. Blaine moved Kurt's hand, and replaced it with his own. He moved his hand over both of them, pumping along both shafts, as the tips of their cocks bumped together, and Kurt growled at him, and threw his head back as his hips began to buck upwards. Blaine gasped and he could feel the tightening in his stomach.

"I'm close," he whispered softly into Kurt's ear, trying with all his might not to just come and collapse all over him. Kurt gave that gorgeous, gravelly groan into Blaine's ear and arched his back and Blaine's hand was suddenly slippery, and he pumped once, then twice, and cried out Kurt's name as he let himself come too.