Call Three
"Hey."
"Hey yourself. Did I get you into trouble with Wings the other day?"
"No, although your name did come up."
"I can't imagine why."
"Oh can't you?"
"No, I simply can't."
"Have you been talking to him?"
"My dear, what would we have to talk about?"
"I'm not your dear, and I can think of a few things."
"I bet you can, you filthy minx."
"Crowley, cut it out."
"Why?"
"What?"
"It's not like it really bothers you. Or maybe that kind of talk gets you in a hot bother, and that's why it bothers you."
"You talk a lot of shit, did you know that?"
"It's been alleged, but not in this case."
"Look, regardless if it turns me on or not -"
"I kn-!"
"-still don't change that you're full of shit. So cut it out."
"Okay, cutting it out... Are you busy?"
"Are you kidding?"
"So you are busy."
"I'm not – that's not the point. I'm done with all that, with you, all right, so it's going to be a no. Always no."
SIGH
"It saddens me to see you so far in denial."
"Ha!"
"May I ask you a personal question, Dean?"
"You may not."
"If I told you how I want to fuck you, slowly and savagely for a very long time, making you come until you wept; if I told you that, would it make you hard, Dean?"
PAUSE
"Son of a bitch. Come over."
"You'll have to repeat that, just for my personal satisfaction."
"Crowley."
"Okay, all right, text me where you are, lover-boy, and feel free to get naked immediately."
CALL ENDED