Wow, sorry for this taking forever and a day to get out there! I'd like to make excuses, but I ended up not having to take most of my finals so I really don't have any-other than I'm just lazy.

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There is something about sound that really gets me going (I know that was a vague statement, but just go with it). I mean, I don't watch porn-for several long winded reasons which I will not delve into at this very moment-but I do watch horror movies. And I know for a fact that if you put the movie on mute, everything becomes decidedly less scary. I'm assuming porn is the same way, if you put it on mute and you can't hear any of the moaning and the grunting and the, well, you know, sex noises-it's probably not as hot. Which proves, and generalizes, my statement-sounds and noises and such really get people's rocks off.

Maybe it's because of Freud's whole 'Ego' concept, wherein the ego is constantly looking for praise. And it could be argued that someone groaning like a whore every time you touch them is praise. 'Stroking the ego', I guess you could say. Pretty sure there's a dirty joke in there somewhere if you look hard enough.

Anyway, regardless of why it works-I do know that it does work. For me, anyway. How do I know this? Because as soon as I hear Blaine on the other end of the line giving a soft, understated moan of my name, my hand can't help but to reach down and wrap around myself. And hot. damn.

It feels fucking awesome.

Like, seriously, if I had known what my traumatic childhood experience had been keeping me from all this time, I would have built a bridge and gotten over it awhile back during that time when I didn't have a boyfriend and I wasn't getting any sort of action. Because it's really wonderful feeling.

As for the act of the phone sex in and of itself: He doesn't say much, and I don't really know what to say because everything I put together in my head just sounds embarrassingly cheesy and just…pathetic, so I stay silent for the most part. It's pretty awkward, in all honesty, but also sort of cool because I've never been comfortable with someone to the point that I would jerk off over the phone with them. It's nice being able to trust someone. Especially someone who you love-because then you can trust that they love you back.

"You're so…hot…Kurt…" Blaine breathes into the phone and I can't stop my mind from forming a picture in my head wherein each of his words are punctuated by a thrust of his hips as he imagines me roaming all over him, my hand (or who knows, possibly my mouth) are wrapped around his cock, bringing him pleasure like he's never before experienced. My head falls back and I can feel myself biting into my bottom lip as I let out a mildly over the top moan.

"Mmmhm…I'm not going to last much longer if you keep…doing that…" He breathed across the wire, this time a little more desperate and whiny, I can tell his face is getting all screwy as he tries to contain himself, like earlier today.

"I don't want you to last much longer. I want you to come. Hard. Harder than you've ever come before. And I want you to say my name when you do." Yeah, I don't know where it came from, but it somehow to managed to float out of my mouth, which is now hanging half open as I tighten my grip a little and speed up some-just like they say, friction is a guy's best friend.

There's a breathy, wet moan and then the sound of his head hitting the pillow and his hips arching up off of his bed.

"Kuuuuuu-rt…" He babbles rather incoherently, his voice so needy and vulnerable and…fuckable. I can't hold back my grunt as I speed up my pace again. I start to get this feeling, like a tightening, sort of like I'm going to pee but…different? Instinctively ,I knew what was happening,

"Fuck! Blaine!" I'm much louder than he is and I practically scream his name as I can feel my body float upward and slam down simultaneously, and in the back of my head I thank God that no one's home.

My heart slowly puts the brakes on and stops racing out of my chest and that lightheaded feeling you get when you stand up too fast begins to fade as well. And that's when I realize how incredibly weird this whole thing is. Because now I'm naked and sticky and on speakerphone. Waiting for him to say something. Or for anyone to say anything.

"So…" I finally let out.

"Did you do it?" He askes in a dazed, light way that is just as curious and excited as always. I can't help but crack a grin,

"…yeah." I can practically feel him smile,

"Cool. That should solve your problems." I nod in agreement, not realizing that we're on the phone and he can't actually see me nod…

"Hey Kurt?" He asks.

"Hmm?"

"Are we still on for our date?" He responds in his dapper, chivalrous tone.

How the hell did I land someone this perfect?

Hope you liked it and if you have any constructive criticism you'd like to pass on, let me know!

Might make a fourth chapter, who knows:P

Love to you all:

~Rhea