Right as the ring of anticipation stopped, && he heard Blaine’s voice, his awaiting lip bite turned into a half smirk. “ I think I should be asking you the same thing. Eleven PM for Blaine?? We have a real rebel on our hands. “ he joked playfully, keeping his voice as calm as possible despite deep down, even Sebastian Smythe got nervous sometimes. Not because he was looking for phone sex, but because he was looking for it with Blaine Anderson. Blaine could always make him nervous, though the Warbler was a master at hiding it.
“ I’m always a night owl. Nothing new—– “ Before finishing his thoughts, he took a pause, licking his lips before looking down at the erection he already had from prior fantasies alone. Sebastian was really in the mood tonight. “ Nighttime is the best time, don’t you agree? It’s when our thoughts really start wandering… && I’ve only been thinking about ONE thing in particular tonight. “ Yes, he is trying to hint at the fact that he’s horny.
His eyes rolled so hard that you could practically hear it on the other end of the line. Smirking towards his ceiling, Blaine laughed quietly. “Gee, thanks. It’s good to finally get how boring you think I am out in the open. What? Do you think I go to bed by eight? Eat my dinner at three in the afternoon? I’m not eighty years old, Sebastian.” Why’d he feel like he had to quickly prove to Sebastian that he wasn’t as droll as he imagined Seb must think he was? Joking tone in Seb’s voice or not? Blaine just felt like he needed to. Especially since their conversation at the Lima Bean weeks ago.
“Unfortunately I only get to be one of those on the weekends.” Not doing proving he wasn’t about as interesting as a sack of potatoes with that comment. Blaine stopped, licked his lips and jumped on the chance to change the subject. “It can be. Guess it depends on what’s keeping you up. Yeah, they usually do. That’s the problem. Where they wander to that keeps you awake. Oh? Everything okay,” his tone switched to a small undertone of concern. It became lower, softer. Curious. “What’s going on? You know I’m here if you need to talk.” Cluelessness, tonight your name is Blaine Devon Anderson.
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