Masterpieces {Book 2}

Blinking lights and dial tones

Credit; dazedlight

Paring; cake

~Luke can think of a million things he'd rather be doing than interpreting phone sex for a deaf guy~

According to the author this was based off a scene of a movie called 'little death' that's about sexual kinks so :)

this started off really funny and awkward, but turned really cute so,

Enjoy :p

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Luke honestly didn't think the sign language thing would come in handy, let alone that it would get him a job. He's thankful his mom had pushed him to learn it in school, not that anyone could tell with all the complaining he did. Without it, he'd probably still be living at home and in heaps of debt, so, really, he should let her know that she was right, and that it is an impressive skill to put on his resume, despite his whining.

Not that this is the most amazing job, translating phone calls for hearing-impaired people, but the hours are flexible, and the company pays well over minimum wage. His fridge has been stocked with actual, non-frozen produce for the past two months, and he paid his tuition almost a full week before the deadline. He's, like, a real adult.

He's finishing up some notes for a lecture on Monday when the video chat window pops up on his screen, a familiar trill trickling out of his headset. He slips the headphones on and accepts the call, waving hello before introducing himself and asking what number he should dial. He finishes it off with a smile, resting his hands in his lap while he waits for a response.

The guy takes one look at him and ends the call.

Okay.

He goes back to his textbook, jotting reminders in the margins and highlighting things he think will be important. He slips his headset down off his ears to hang off his neck. The call center is quiet, the only sounds the half-spoken words of the interpreters as Luke scribbles away, glancing up to check the screen every couple minutes to make sure he hasn't missed anything.

After a good fifteen minutes, another chat window pops up, and he pushes the notes aside, sliding the headset back on and accepting the call. It's the same guy, looking a little sheepish. Luke pretends to not recognize him, repeating his introduction and asking who he should call. The guy signs a number out for him and, when Luke asks for the contact name, he just shrugs, flushing slightly and running a hand through his dark hair. The motion reveals a handful of tattoos on his forearm, all black and white and bold.

He dials the number, making the gesture for calling while he waits for the line to connect. He asks the guy's name, not that he's really supposed to, but he finds it makes the whole process go a little smoother if he can identify everyone involved by name.

"Calum," the guy signs, and Luke smiles, nods.

The line connects and a pleasant woman's voice echos down the line.

"You've called Fine Fuck. Which one of our sluts do you want?"

The smile drops off his face. "Sorry?" he says, and the woman repeats herself, voice more curt this time.

He clears his throat. "Could I put you on hold for a second?"

"Sure."

"I think it's a wrong number," he signs to Calum, who's taken to twirling a pen while he waits. "It's an adult line," he continues. "For," he pauses, ears heating up. "For adults."

Calum raises and eyebrow. "I'm an adult," he signs.

He bites back a laugh. "I know, but it's for phone sex, I think."