Kurt woke abruptly, his breath coming in harsh gasps. His sweat-soaked shirt stuck to him and he sat up, peeling it over his head. As he lay back down, he realized something else.

He was hard and aching in his sweatpants. He took a deep breath, willing his erection to go away.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on something, anything, other than his aching cock. And then he remembered what Blaine had asked of him a week ago, before he and Carole had left Blaine's home.

Kurt reached for his phone, which was laying on the nightstand. His hands shook as he slid his finger to unlock the display. 2:15 am...Blaine is sure to be sound asleep. He bit his lip, hesitating, before searching through his recent calls and choosing Blaine's number.

Kurt held the phone to his ear, sweating profusely for a different reason than before. " 'lo?" mumbled the sleepy voice on the other end.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered. In the silence of his room, his voice sounded like a shout to his ears.

"Kurt?" Blaine sounded far more alert now. Kurt heard a few rustling sounds from Blaine's end of the call.

"Are you alright?" Blaine asked, concern in his voice. Kurt couldn't respond. The sound of Blaine's voice was only making him even harder, and he couldn't form a coherent thought.

"Kurt?" Blaine sounded worried now. "Say something, please, so I know you're alright." Blaine didn't mind being awakened in the middle of the night by his boyfriend, but Kurt's silence was beginning to frighten him.

Kurt inhaled sharply, the sound loud and harsh through the connection. "No," he whispered. "I'm not."

"Are you hurt?" Blaine asked, throwing the covers off and beginning to leave his bed. "Do you need me to come over? My parents are gone, so I can leave right n-"

"Don't," Kurt gasped. "Don't leave. I'm not hurt." Blaine sighed, frustrated. "What is it then, Kurt? Why did you call me?"

Kurt took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. He was hard to the point of pain, and tears filled his eyes. "Do you remember, the night you spent here...Do you remember what you asked me to do the next time I woke up from one of...those dreams?"

Blaine inhaled sharply as he realized what Kurt was talking about. He tried to fight off the mental images of Kurt lying in his bed, hard and aching, his body so close to release but unable to achieve it.

Blaine groaned, feeling his dick hardening as images flooded his mind. He dashed back to his bed, barely hearing what Kurt was saying. As he lay back on his bed, his phone wedged between his head and shoulder, Blaine could hear Kurt beginning to cry.

"Hey, hey," Blaine soothed. "Kurt, it's alright. I'll help you, okay?"

"It hurts," Kurt whimpered. "And I don't-Ahh..." he groaned, and Blaine could hear the pain in his voice.

"Kurt, is anyone else home right now?" Blaine asked. Please say no; please, please say no.

"No," Kurt groaned. "Parents are out of town and Finn is at Puck's for a CoD marathon."

Blaine barely held back his shout of exultation. "Okay, honey. Breathe for me, okay? We're gonna do this together."

Kurt's breath was coming in harsh gasps. One hand clutched his phone tightly while the other fisted in his sheets.

Vaguely, Kurt heard Blaine speaking to him. "Are you still under the covers, sweetheart?"

"Yes," Kurt managed.

"Throw off the sheets, Kurt. And..." Blaine paused, unsure of whether he should make this second suggestion.

"You should probably pull your pants down. Or take them off completely. The elastic is going to get in the way." Blaine paused again. "Put the phone on speaker so you'll have your hands free."

Kurt followed Blaine's instructions, flinging the sheets away from his body. He switched his phone to speaker before setting it on the pillow. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants.

Kurt tugged his pants down, carefully easing them over his incredibly sensitive cock. He whimpered as the fabric just barely touched the tip. He shoved the pants down to his ankles, then yanked them off and tossed them to the floor.

He rested his head on the pillow, turning his head so his mouth was near his phone. "Okay," he breathed. "Now what?"

While Kurt had been following Blaine's instructions, Blaine had put his phone on speaker and all but torn his pajamas from his body.

He was settling back onto his bed as Kurt spoke. "Now..." he took a deep breath. "Touch yourself, Kurt."

Kurt felt his face heat as Blaine's words registered. "Where, Blaine?" he asked, feeling oddly brave despite the embarrassment flooding him.

"Run your hands down your chest, Kurt," Blaine instructed, mimicking the motion on his own body.

Kurt obeyed, slowly running his hands down his chest. His fingers ghosted over his nipples before making their way lower. He paused just above his hips.

"Okay," Kurt whispered, trying to keep his breathing even. "You're doing the same thing, aren't you?"

Blaine bit back a groan before responding. "Yes," he replied. "Oh, god, yes." Blaine's hands were on his lower abdomen, just inches from his cock. The urge to wrap his hand around himself was almost overwhelming.

"Go lower," Blaine growled, unable to keep his voice calm.

"Lower?" Kurt asked. "You want me to run my hands along your thighs? Because I know how much you like that."

Kurt moved his hands lower, gently tracing the insides of his thighs and imagining Blaine's hands on him instead.

Blaine's hands followed the same path on his body. His fingers rested lightly on his thighs, slowly moving upward. He paused with his hands on the crease between his hips and thighs.

"Blaine?" Kurt whispered.

"Why are you being so quiet?" Blaine replied. "If there's no one home, you have no reason to hold back."

Kurt groaned, and Blaine's body tensed in response. He loved the sound of Kurt's voice, and the fact that it hadn't deepened as he'd grown older was an incredible turn-on for him.

Kurt's voice rarely deepened. Blaine had only had the luxury of hearing it on a few occasions, and each time, he found it more and more appealing. He couldn't decide which version he preferred.

"Kurt."

"Yes?"

"Put your hand on your cock, love." Blaine took a deep breath. "And then tell me what you're doing; how you're moving your hand; how firm your grip is. I want to know what you like."

Kurt's breath caught in his lungs as he tentatively wrapped his right hand around his cock. He squeezed gently, running his hand down to the tip before beginning to stroke slowly.

"Talk to me, Kurt," Blaine demanded. "I need to know what you're doing."

"I..." Kurt hesitated. "I don't like it rough. My hand is wrapped loosely around my..." Another pause.

"Say it, Kurt," Blaine prompted.

"Around my cock, and it's slowly moving from the tip to the base." Kurt closed his eyes, feeling his face flame and being thankful Blaine couldn't see him.

"Good," Blaine moaned. "That's good, Kurt." Blaine mimicked the motions Kurt had spoken about, grasping himself lightly and slowly moving from the tip to the base. The slow movement only heightened the intense need that had taken over his body.

"What about you, Blaine?" Kurt asked. "What do you like?"

Blaine's entire body jerked upwards as Kurt's words registered. For a few moments, the only sounds he could make were strangled moans as he struggled to gather his thoughts.

"Blaine?"

Through his lust-induced haze, Blaine managed to register Kurt's concerned voice. "I..." Blaine gasped. "I prefer tighter...and faster." He inhaled sharply, his breathing becoming more ragged. "Not rough, necessarily, but..." he groaned as his hand worked over his cock, acting on the words he spoke.

Kurt could not believe this was happening. The sounds Blaine was making were beautiful, yet obscene, and he couldn't help but picture his boyfriend's face as he lay there, continuing to slowly stroke his cock.

"God, Blaine, I wish I could see you. The sounds you're making are just..." Kurt moaned, feeling heat coil in his lower abdomen.

"God, Kurt," Blaine panted, his hand beginning to move more quickly. "You can't just say those things."

"And..." Kurt groaned, feeling his body pulling even tighter. "And why not, Blaine?"

"Because now," Blaine paused, fighting against the tightness building up in him. "Now I really won't be able stop thinking about how you look in bed."

Kurt's hand moved faster, his grip tightening slightly. "Blaine!" he gasped.

"Kurt," Blaine groaned, his hips arching upward into his hand. He was close. He was so, so close; his body hot and wound impossibly tight.

Kurt felt heat pooling in his belly, every muscle pulled so tight he feared he was going to break apart with the tension.

"Blaine, I'm close. I'm so close. I-" Kurt moaned, his body jerking upwards involuntarily.

"Come for me, Kurt." Blaine's hips hadn't stopped moving. He continued arching upward, fucking into his fist rapidly.

Kurt moaned, his entire body going rigid as he came hard, moaning Blaine's name over and over. Distantly, he heard Blaine shout his name.

Once he'd regained control of his senses, Kurt reached for his phone, turning off the speaker and pressing it to his ear. "Blaine?" he queried, his voice hoarse from shouting.

"Yeah?" Came Blaine's breathless reply. Kurt could hear him panting, struggling to catch his breath in the aftermath of what they'd done.

"Thank you," Kurt said, feeling slightly silly.

He heard Blaine chuckle. "I should probably be thanking you, Kurt. That was…" Blaine trailed off.

"Interesting?" Kurt offered.

"I was going to say amazing, but that works, too." Blaine said. "Do you…ah. Do you want to keep talking, or do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep without me singing to you?"

Kurt burst out laughing, his body curling in on itself and forcing him to sit up. "I'll be alright, I think. Thanks for the offer, though."

"Anytime."

Kurt grinned hugely. "Really? Is that a hint?"

He heard Blaine's breath catch, and Kurt bit his lip to keep from starting to laugh anew.

"Are you…." Blaine hesitated. "Are you suggesting that we do this again?"

"Are you interest-"

"Yes." Blaine interrupted. "Absolutely. I'm absolutely interested."

Kurt chuckled. "I'll talk to you soon, then. Goodnight, Blaine."

"But, Kurt-wait-"

"I love you, Blaine."

Blaine sighed. "I love you, too, Kurt. Goodnight."