“Well, technically it’s my phone, but–” he smirked at him, “we could always check.”

“Your phone–huh?”  Blaine couldn’t stop himself
from cracking up.  Which he promptly did. Trying
to act oh-so-smooth–he ignored the heat spreading
over his cheeks and gave the man on top of him a
wry smirk broken up by puffs of laughter.  “I mean–
I could check.  You know? Keep it from getting
crushed.  It’d be a shame if it did..”