An hour and a cold shower later, Kurt’s body still simmered with need.

He was stretched on his bed, his pale body shinning with sweat as he fought for orgasm.

He cursed loudly at the phone when it rang at his side. Grimacing when it refused to stop, he reached over, grabbing the receiver.

“Hello.”

He tried to clear his throat, to still his rapid breaths, and hoped he could explain it away if it was his father.

After all he didn’t want him to know his son was a raging mass of horny hormones ready to explode.

There was a brief silence, as though the caller were weighing his words.

“Feeling better?”

Kurt could almost see the trace of knowing mockery, in the deep, sensually husky voice that whispered the words.

He flushed deeply at Blaine’s voice.

Damn him.

“I haven’t been sick,” He bit out, his eyes closing as his dick pulsed.

He smoothed his fingers over the head, feeling the increased stimulation there.

Damn, he could get off with just his voice.

“No, just trying to get off,” Blaine said lazily. “I could help you know. All you have to do is ask.”

Ask, ask, Kurt's inner voice begged.

“In your dreams”

He winced as the words burst from his mouth. It was always like this with them; Blaine put him on the defensive faster than anyone else.

“It would appear in yours as well,” he said, his mockery suddenly gone. “I know how you sound when you’re aroused, Kurt. Don’t try to lie to me. Let me hear you. Touch yourself for me baby.”

Kurt felt his breath strangle in his throat.

“You’re a pervert, Blaine.”

Kurt was fighting for his own control at the sound of that sexy voice.

“And isn’t phone sex illegal?”

“I’m sure most of what I want to do with you could be termed illegal,” he chuckled. “Let’s talk about it, Kurt. Come on; tell me what you were doing to yourself. Are you using your fingers or a vibrator?”

“I do not have a vibrator.”

Kurt clenched his teeth over the blatant lie.

“Oh … a Dildo then?” Blaine whispered the words heatedly. “Are you fucking yourself, Kurt? Thinking about me, about how much I want you?”

“Don’t do this Blaine”

He clenched the receiver in his hand, shaking his head despite the fact that his fingers had returned to his suddenly pulsing hole.

“I’d like to see you in my bed, Kurt, your legs spread, your milky skin shinning with my come, your pretty hands touching your rossy asshole, fucking yourself. Did I ever tell you I bought that dildo I promised you? It’s nice and thick, Kurt. Almost as large as my cock. I want to watch you use it. I want to see you fuck yourself with it.”

“God, Blaine,” Kurt gasped. “We’re on the phone. This is indecent.” But his fingers were sinking into his hole.

“What were you doing before I called, Kurt?” Blaine�s voice was dark, hot.

“I know you were touching yourself. I know the sound of your voice when you’re ready to come, and you’re ready to come, don’t you baby?.”
“No—” he tried to deny the obvious truth, but he couldn’t keep his breath from catching as his hand abandoned the phone and wrapped around his cock, moving hard and fast as his fingers brushed his prostate once again.

“Dam it, kurt ,” Blaine growled.

“Are you close, baby?” His voice deepened. “If I were there, I’d make you scream for it. I’d fuck you so deep and hard you wouldn’t be able to stop it. You’d come for me, Kurt. Come for me now, baby. Let me hear you.”

Blaine�s voice was so deep, so sensual and aroused it made his belly contract almost painfully. Kurt�s body bowed, his breath catching on a near sob.

Blaine brought all his darkest desires, his deepest fantasies to the forefront of his mind.

It terrified him.

“Blaine,” he whispered his name, wanting to deny him, but his fingers weren’t listening as they stroked his dick, sank into his ass, then moved to repeat the action.

He was so hot he could barely stand it.

So horny he was on the verge of screaming for relief.

“I’m stroking my cock, baby, listening to your sexy moans, imagining you touching your beautifull dick, wishing I was there with you, wishing I could see you fuck yourself with the dildo I bought you.”

Blaine�s words made him to gasp loudly, made his ass contract painfully, his hips to surge into his plunging fingers.

"Oh god, blaine.”

he tossed his head. He couldn’t do this.

“Damn, kurt, I want to fuck you so much,” he growled, his voice rough. “I want to be buried so deep and hard inside you you’ll never forget it or deny me again. Come for me, damn you. At least let me hear what I can’t have. Fuck yourself Kurt, give this to me. Those aren’t your fingers buried in your ass, it's my cock, my fingers wrapped around your cock. You are mine, and I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

Kurt’s orgasm ripped through him. He shuddered, whimpered, his body tightening to the point of pain before he felt his dick explode.

“Blaine,” Kurt cried his name, and then heard his hard exclamation of pleasure, he knew Blaine was coming, knew his climax had triggered his own as well.
“Kurt , baby” he groaned. “Damn you, when I get hold of you I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Kurt trembled at the erotic promise in his voice, the dark sensuality that terrified him and yet made him want to give him whatever he wanted.

“No, blaine ...”

he whispered, fighting for breath, fighting for sanity.

“I asked you to stay away.”

Kurt wanted to whimper, he wanted to beg.

There was silence over the line.

“Stay away?”

Blaine asked him carefully.

“I don’t think so, baby. I’ve stayed away too long as it is. You’re mine Kurt, and I’m going to prove it to you. All mine. In every way mine, and I’ll be damned if I’ll let you deny it any longer.”