So sorry, you guys! I wrote this yesterday and for some reason didn't publish it. Which is why I should really stop writing those in the middle of the night. Anyway, have some smut to brighten your day :)
Don't Hang Up the Phone
Kurt closes his eyes; he hates looking at himself when he does this. Then he opens his eyes one more time to make sure the door is locked, and then wraps a hand around his cock. As he starts stroking himself, quick and precise, he knows he's not going to draw this out today; this is pure urge and a half-boner that didn't go away for the entire hour he's been talking on the phone to his boyfriend.
He lets himself drift off to images and voices and sensation, and he gets close so incredibly fast it makes him a little dizzy.
"Mmm, fuck," he moans, trying to keep quiet; although, the sound of his own voice, horny and coy, is loud in his ears and raises blood to his cheeks and neck.
Thumbing the head of his cock, he lets out a groan. His balls are aching, and he wants to come so bad he can barely take it. His hand is shaking as he quickens the pace of stroking over his length, squeezing each time he brings his hand up. His thighs quiver and he's sweaty all over, his asshole clenching and he does not want to think about that, why is that idea so hot to him?
"Hng," he gasps, his free hand trailing up to play with his nipples, the string of pressure sending him just a bit closer to the edge. He keeps stroking, the sleek noises making him blush further, lost in sensation.
"Oh, god," he whines, not registering the words coming out of his mouth. "Uh-uh-uh Blaine!" he moans. "Oh fuck, so- so good- oh, yes, Blaine-" he lets out a long, high-pitched whine as he comes, all over his hand and stomach, long strips of translucent white against his milky skin.
When he comes down slowly, he hears a static noise from beside him. Mustering up the energy to do so, he gets up on his elbow and examines the bed, finding his phone half- hidden under the pillow. Without thinking, he puts it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Um," comes the tentative answer. "You never hung up," says Blaine quietly.
Oh, fuck.