"How's my grizzly bear?"

"…grizzly bear? Really, Kurt? I thought we agreed no nicknames related to my body hair."

Kurt chuckled lightly. "I'll try to refrain in the future."

"It's the middle of the night, Kurt. Why are you calling? Surely you could have waited till morning to call me embarrassing nicknames."

"You answered your own question, Blaine. It's the middle of the night. Or have you forgotten what you asked of me so soon?"

Blaine groaned and flung an arm over his eyes. "Kurt, much as I'd love to do this, the walls here are tremendously thin, and Wes is the lightest sleeper ever."

"It's your turn to try to be quiet then."

"You still haven't forgiven me for that, have you?"

"Oh, I forgave you a long time ago. But I still want my revenge, Blaine. So, I suggest bury your face in a pillow or hang up on me. We both know how…vocal you tend to be."

Blaine was seriously tempted to hang up. But Kurt had been upset when Blaine had refused to let him join in their trip to Wes's cabin. He'd tried to hide it, of course, and Blaine had reassured him it wasn't that he didn't want Kurt with him, but it was a…tradition of sorts, and none of them were allowed to bring significant others along. "It's not personal, Kurt, I swear," he'd insisted.

And Kurt had said he'd understood, but there had been tremendous hurt in his eyes.

Perhaps letting Kurt have his revenge would help him feel better.

Blaine sighed heavily. "I hope you realize how much I love you. Only you could convince me to do this when there's an incredible risk of me being caught."

"Oh, so you wouldn't do this for your other phone sex partners?" Kurt shot back.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "You know that's not what I mean."

Kurt chuckled once more. "I love you, too, by the way. And it's a shame I can't show you how much I miss you right now."

"Oh?" Blaine said. One word. Just one word. But Kurt was very good at interpreting even the shortest phrases Blaine would speak.

He was curious, incredibly so, and probably at least a little turned on.

"Mmhmm," Kurt replied. "It's really a shame you can't see me right now."

The images that danced through Blaine's mind at Kurt's words made him very thankful for his loose loungepants.

"Tell me," Blaine whispered, no longer caring about the possibility of getting caught.

Kurt smirked and inhaled deeply before beginning.

"Well," Kurt said casually. "For starters…" he paused.

"C'mon, Kurt, don't tease me. Not yet."

Kurt exhaled lightly. "For starters, Blaine."

A brief pause as Kurt took a breath.

"I'm lying in my bed…stripped down to my skin…"

The images assaulting Blaine were nothing short of torturous. He had yet to see Kurt fully naked, but his mind was doing an excellent job of extrapolating.

He could see Kurt lying on his bed, legs spread and body propped up by pillows.

"Kurt, one of these days I'm going to convince you that being naked in front of me really won't be a bad thing."

"Until then, Blaine, you'll have to content yourself with mental images. By the way, I've put you on speaker so my hands are free."

Kurt wasn't sure why he felt so…daring when he couldn't see Blaine. Somehow, the lack of physical contact made him feel more confident, braver and more willing to say things that made his face flush scarlet.

"And where are your hands right now?" Blaine asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

"At this exact moment? They're clasped behind my head. That might change soon, though. What about you, Blaine?" Kurt asked, keeping a disinterested tone. "Where are your hands? I'm sure one is on your phone, since you can't put me on speaker—which truly is a shame—but where is the other?"

Two can play at this game, Blaine thought. If he's going to torture me like this, it's only fair that I do the same.

"At the moment…I'm trying to tug my pants down with one hand. Hang on." Blaine dropped the phone on the pillow next to him, freeing his other hand. Both hands slid under the covers, grasping the waistband of his pants and sliding them down to his knees.

One of Blaine's hands remained beneath the sheets, and the other pressed his phone to his ear once more.

"Kurt?"

"I haven't gone anywhere, Blaine. My hands have moved though."

"Oh?" Blaine asked. "And where are they now?"

"Well," Kurt replied, his tone conversational. "They're resting on my hips at the moment, and they're moving inward slowly."

Blaine bit back a moan as he pictured Kurt's hands on himself.

"Mmm," Kurt groaned. "God, this feels so good."

"What does, Kurt?" Blaine whispered. "Please, tell me what you're doing." Blaine could hear the pleading tone in his voice and couldn't bring himself to care.

"Oh," Kurt replied, sounding surprised. "I've got one hand around my cock and the fingers of the other trailing slowly up the inside of my thigh."

Blaine moaned, then bit his lip hard as he realized how loud he'd been. He lay there anxiously for moment, barely breathing as he listened for the sound of Wes or David awakening. Several minutes passed, and Blaine let out the breath he was holding.

As he opened his mouth to reply to Kurt, the door opened and Wes's head poked in.

"Are you alright, Blaine?" Wes asked sleepily.

"I'm fine, Wes." Blaine replied, desperately hoping his voice sounded normal.

"Are you sure? You were crying out in your sleep. Are your nightmares back?"

"No, Wesley. Nothing like that. I'm perfectly fine, so you can go back to sleep." Blaine's phone was near enough to his ear that he could hear Kurt continue to murmur, and the words he was speaking were doing nothing to keep Blaine calm.

"Well…if you're certain…" Wes was clearly skeptical, but far too tired to push the issue.

"I am," Blaine replied firmly.

"Alright then," Wes said. "I'll see you in the morning, Blaine."

"Goodnight."

Wes closed the door softly.

"Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, I am going to kill you when I come home."

Blaine's threat as met with soft laughter. "You know you love it when I tease you." Kurt paused, and Blaine heard him take a deep breath.

"Are you hard yet, Blaine?" he asked

"What do you think, Kurt? I just spent the last five minutes listening to you talk about touching yourself. In graphic detail."

"Well, I can't be sure that worked, you see. Having Wes in the room certainly wouldn't help things along. In fact, I would expect his presence to have the opposite effect."

Blaine huffed out a breath. "Yes, Kurt I'm definitely hard." he sighed."And wishing I could lock the door so I could throw this sheet off my body. Having it brush against me whenever I move is just torture."

"It would be in your best interest to end this call, you know," Kurt replied. "You're definitely going to wake Wes up again if we continue."

"What makes you so sure, Kurt?"

"Because you have yet to remain completely silent when you come."

"There's a first time for everything, Kurt." Blaine replied. His hand had moved to his cock, stroking slowly as he waited for Kurt to respond.

"Yes. There certainly is. How about this: if you manage to remain silent, you can do whatever you want to me when you come home."

Blaine's breath caught in his throat. "And if I don't?" he asked.

"I have the satisfaction of being right once again."

"Deal," Blaine replied.

"Now tell me, Kurt. How close are you, really? Because you told me you'd already started before you even called."

"I'll last a bit longer yet," Kurt replied. "Long enough to hear you scream, at least."

"I think you'll be the one screaming, Kurt. If I were there right now, I'd have you falling apart within the next minute."

"I'd like to see you try."

Blaine inhaled deeply before beginning to speak. "If I were there right now, I would have your wrists held in one of my hands, the other trailing down your chest. I'd rub hard over each of your nipples, then I would lean down to lick and bite because I can't resist tasting you."

"And once I'd finished tracing your legs, I'd kiss my way down your stomach, still holding your wrists tightly in my hand. I would breathe lightly over your cock, just a teasing bit of air, before sinking my mouth over you."

"And then you would have no choice but to let go of my wrists so you could your hands free to pin my hips to the bed so i can't arch up into your mouth. But we both know that's not why you pin me down. You like to be in control." Kurt's breaths were coming harder and faster now, and Blaine groaned quietly.

"You like having me at your mercy, knowing I can't move unless you let me. But you're forgetting one thing: I know your weaknesses." Kurt's breath had become ragged, and he gasped between his words as he spoke. "All I have to do is run my hands through your hair, down to your neck, and you'll be at my mercy." Blaine groaned again.

"You're getting awfully noisy, Blaine." Each word was spoken on a gasp for air. "If you're not careful, Wes is going to interrupt us again."

"Let's finish this then, Kurt, so I don't have to worry about Wes," Blaine gritted out.

"I would fist my hands in your hair, one of them resting at the nape of your neck and playing with the curls there. Within moments, you'd be incapable of doing anything other than moan around my cock, and your arms would fall away from my body. I'd fuck your mouth, Blaine, and you'd be helpless to do anything other than just take it."

The door opened with a bang as Wes and David charged in. "Alright, Blaine, stop lying-" Wes paused mid-rant as he took in Blaine's appearance-the sweat-soaked brow, heaving chest and damp t-shirt were all indicators that Blaine had woken up from a nightmare. But what Wes hadn't seen the last time he'd been in the room was the cell phone, which was resting on the pillow next to Blaine's head.

Wes sighed and ran a hand through his hair as David started to laugh. "Blaine, why on earth did you not tell me you were on the phone with your boyfriend when I first came in here?"

"I wasn't-I'm not-"

"Don't even try that with me, Anderson," Wes cut him off. "Don't even try." Wes turned to leave the room. "I'm going back to bed. And if you wake me up again during this trip, I am throwing your cell phone in the lake!" he strode out of the room, a still-chuckling David following him and closing the door.

Blaine flung his head back onto the pillow and grabbed his phone. "Kurt?" His question was greeted by peals of laughter. "I'm glad you find this so amusing," he said moodily.

Kurt continued laughing for a few moments before replying. "I think we're even now, Blaine."

Blaine's brow furrowed in confusion. "And by that you mean…?"

"Remember the last time we did this? You called me while I was at school…"

"And Puckerman walked in on you, right. Okay, so we're even."

"Yes, Blaine. We're even." Kurt paused. "For now, anyway."