Author's Note: Other stories have demanded I write them, and I developed a lot of writers' block with this for some strange reason. But, at last, I've finished chapter 6! I'm so very sorry you all have had to wait a month before I updated. Hopefully the next 3 chapters flow a bit better!

Disclaimer: If you recognize it from Glee, it doesn't belong to me.

Late Night Phone Calls: Chapter 6

Take the Pain Away

Kurt was exhausted. His father had left him in charge of the shop for a few hours, and everything imaginable had gone wrong.

All he wanted was to go home, wash away the grime coating his body, and sleep for a week.

He kicked off his boots at the back door and trudged up the stairs. As he opened the door to his bedroom, his phone jingled once, indicating an incoming text.

Blaine

How was work?

Blaine somehow timed his texts to arrive just as Kurt came home. It happened with such regularity that Kurt couldn't write it off as coincidence.

Blaine insisted he didn't have a camera planted outside his house, and the vehemence of his denial had Kurt wondering if perhaps Blaine was lying to him. He had looked for evidence of a camera, but had yet to find anything. And, to be quite honest, he didn't really care if Blaine was spying on him.

Blaine lay sprawled on his bed, clad only in a pair of loose cargo shorts with his hands tucked behind his head. His phone buzzed, and he opened his eyes, grabbing his phone and checking the inbox.

Kurt:

Horrible. I'm coated in grime and my head is killing me.

Blaine considered this information for a moment before sending his reply.

Kurt was half-asleep on his bed, thoughts of a shower forgotten for the moment. His phone jingled, and he blindly reached for it, forcing his eyes to open.

Blaine

I can't help with the grime, but maybe I can help you with your headache.

Kurt frowned in confusion. He had no idea what Blaine could mean. As he lay there thinking, his phone jingled again.

Blaine

Would you pleeease send me a picture of you right now? You know how much I love seeing you in your coveralls. I'll send you one of me in return!

Kurt shook his head, smiling a little as he raised his phone above him to snap a picture.

Blaine's phone buzzed, and he snatched it up, opening his inbox to see Kurt's picture.

His hair was sticking out every which way, and grease was streaked across his cheeks, nose and forehead.

He looked adorably disheveled, and Blaine loved it.

He held his phone above his head to take his own picture.

Kurt's phone jingled once, then again.

He would be shirtless, Kurt thought.

Blaine usually hid behind his clothing when he was around other people, not wanting to deal with the awkwardness the scars on his chest would draw. But if he was home alone or just with Kurt, he would be comfortable enough to remove his shirt.

The fact that Kurt loved to run his hands over Blaine's chest had nothing to do with it.

Nothing at all.

Blaine

I have a cure for your headache, Kurt. It's guaranteed to work.

Kurt felt his eyebrows climb his forehead.

He tapped out a reply to Blaine and set his phone on his chest.

Blaine's phone vibrated on his chest, shaking him from his daydream.

Kurt:

Do you really? I'd love to hear your suggestion.

Blaine grinned as he furiously tapped out his reply. Once it had been sent, he set his phone down at his side and waited for Kurt to respond.

Kurt was sure that if his eyes opened any wider, they would fall out of his skull. He read Blaine's message once more.

Blaine

Having sex is a great way to get rid of headaches, or so I hear. Since we're too far away from each other, what do you say we "talk" instead?

Kurt saw his hand shaking slightly as he chose Blaine's number from his contact list.

Blaine was surprised to hear his phone ring a few minutes later.

"Wow, Kurt. I didn't expect you to be so eager to try my idea!"

"Who said anything about trying your idea? Maybe I want something else from you."

"Such as…?" Blaine asked.

"Maybe I just want to talk to you. Not talk. Just normal stuff. Tell me about your day, Blaine."

Blaine sighed. Kurt has got to be up to something. But I'll play along…

"I really haven't done much today, Kurt. Slept in, mowed the lawn, took a shower….and I've been lying here ever since."

"You're lazy, Blaine Anderson. You should get a job. If you keep lying around all day, you're going to get fat."

"Lying around doesn't make you fat. Lying around and eating does. And even if I did get fat, that would just mean there would be more of me for you to love!"

"You're ridiculous."

"I'm adorable, and you love me anyway. And now it's your turn. Tell me about your day, Kurt."

Kurt was silent for a moment.

"Kurt? Are you there?" Blaine began pulling his phone away from his ear to see if they'd been disconnected when he heard Kurt reply.

"Yeah, I'm here. I was just getting more comfortable."

Kurt sounded far away, as if they had a bad connection or…

"Kurt, am I on speaker?"

"I needed my hands free so I could get out of these dirty clothes."

Blaine tensed, images flashing through his mind. He bit back a groan and clutched his phone more tightly.

"Stop picturing me naked, Blaine."

Blaine's eyes snapped open. "I was-"

"I'm still wearing my underwear, and don't try to deny what you were thinking about. In fact…I think you should tell me what's on your mind."

"Kurt, are you-"

"No questions, Blaine, unless they're relevant to the topic at hand. Now. Talk."

Blaine sighed, putting his phone on speaker and resting it on his chest.

"Blaine?"

"I was putting my phone on speaker; I want my hands free. Can you still hear me?"

"Yep. Now the next words out of your mouth better be describing those images, or I'm hanging up and not speaking to you for a week!"

I really have to get him to talk like this when I'm around, Blaine thought.

"You know what I think about the most, Kurt?"

"Hmm?" Kurt sighed.

"I love how you look after a day in the shop," Blaine said. "For once, you don't seem to care at all about how you look."

Kurt remained silent as Blaine continued speaking. "you're gorgeous. And I love your sense of style. But it's so...so hot to see your perfect hair mussed and your flawless skin streaked with black and gray."

Blaine pulled his phone away from his ear, switching it to speaker and resting it on the pillow. He turned his head to the side as he continued speaking.

"But I know you can't stand it. You like working on cars, but you hate the grime that coats your skin. So you come home and wash up as soon as you can. And you know what, Kurt?"

"Hmm?" Kurt sighed.

"I'd love to clean you up."

Kurt made a sound between a squeak and a gasp. "I've seen you wet," Blaine continued, moving his hands to his shorts. "But seeing you with rainwater streaming from your hair and down your face is nothing more than a tease."

Blaine heard Kurt groan, a soft exhalation of air. "And I know what your chest looks like, so I can picture how you look in the shower, the water flowing down your body in thin streams."

Blaine unzipped his shorts, wriggling his hips as he slid them off and cast them aside.

"I want you to imagine it's me running my fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp as I rub in the conditioner. And while that's sitting in your hair, I'll grab the washcloth you've hung in the shower, running it across your chest and down your arms, leaving a sudsy trail behind it."

Kurt shivered at the image Blaine's words painted in his mind, sighing softly before saying, "Then what would you do, Blaine?"

"I'd trace it down your back, then up and down each keg before returning to your chest, slowly making my way down your torso."

Kurt whined, and Blaine smirked as he continued speaking. "Kurt, I want you to do something for me."

"Yes?" Kurt replied, breathless.

"Touch yourself...where I say I would be touching you. Your hands are going to be mine."

Kurt inhaled sharply. Blaine heard a faint rustling sound followed by a thump as Kurt fell back against his pillows.

"Okay," he whispered. "Keep going, Blaine."

"I would trail the cloth down your torso, covering every inch before letting it barely brush over your cock."

Kurt groaned, his eyes closing as he reached down and ran his fingers lightly over his cock.

"I'd wrap the cloth around your cock, stroking it slowly before throwing the cloth aside and shoving you under the water, watching as the suds slid away."

Blaine shoved a hand into his boxers, wrapping his fist around his cock with a low moan. "And then I'd drop to my knees, pressing a hand into your stomach to force you against the shower wall. And once I had you pinned in place, I'd take your cock inside my mouth."

Kurt whimpered, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking slowly. His body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his free hand fisted in the sheets.

"I'd pin you in place with my hands on your hips, swirling my tongue around the head of your cock before swallowing around it, taking it in until the head hit the back of my mouth."

Kurt moaned again, and Blaine shoved his boxers away, kicking them to the floor as he continued speaking.

"I can't wait to taste you," Blaine said, his voice deepening. "I love the taste of your skin, I love how you smell, and I can't stop thinking about the way you would feel on my tongue."

"Blaine," Kurt moaned, voice strangled.

"I'd wrap my free hand around your cock, jerking you off as I pulled away and keeping you pinned against the wall with my arm." Another moan reached Blaine's ears. "I'd move slowly, so slowly it would almost be torturous, before starting to move faster, holding you tight against the wall, helpless to do anything but take what I give you."

"Blaine," Kurt whimpered. "Blaine, I-"

"I would swallow hard, hollowing my cheeks before moaning around your cock and sliding forward once more."

Kurt groaned, Blaine's name falling from his lips over and over as he came, his back arching off the bed and feet curling into the sheets. Blaine stroked himself a few more times before following, moaning Kurt's name as he fell over the edge.

The boys lay panting in their beds for a few minutes, trying to gather their thoughts as their breathing slowed gradually.

"Kurt?" Blaine whispered.

"Mmm?" Kurt responded drowsily.

"How's your headache?"

Kurt burst out laughing, shoulders shaking as he gasped for breath.

"Funny you should ask. It's gone. I suppose I should thank you..."

"Anytime, Kurt. Anytime."

Closing Note: Chapter 7 is called Style. Stay tuned!