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Chapter 19: Borrow

Figureskating!Blaine/designer!Kurt Olympics AU for december klaine fanworks challenge. Also on AO3. Explicit.

There was kissing. So much kissing. Kurt hadn't kissed anyone like this since he was first in college, and Blaine had never at all—a full hour of it, just kissing and kissing and learning the feel of each other's mouths, testing the waters and plunging in and then pulling back to explore something different, to see what kinds of reactions they could elicit from each other, to find spots on each other's faces and necks that triggered eager gasps and tightly clenched hands and desperate praise. They were real and here and together again, finally, just them and no distractions, no one to interfere, and they ran their fingers through each other's hair and they kissed each other's foreheads and they kissed each other, again and again, until their lips were puffed up and tingling, and then they kissed some more, slowly and more gently, teasing each other with their tongues and the soft brush of fingertips against cheek and jaw.

“You're gorgeous, Kurt. You're so gorgeous.” It was entirely insufficient, but so was the English language. That was why Blaine needed to keep kissing Kurt, keep touching him. Because words couldn't communicate everything he needed to say. “I want you so much.”

“You have me,” Kurt said, and he meant it—not just now, but for as long as Blaine wanted him. Kurt would be there. He couldn't be anywhere else.

Simply kissing stopped being enough. They needed skin now—not just the smooth skin of forehead and earlobe and the pleasantly rougher skin of jaw and throat, but the unexplored vastness hidden beneath their clothes.

A bowtie came off. A shirt was unbuttoned. They left the loveseat for Kurt's bed. “Sue is going to hate me,” Kurt laughed.

“No, she won’t. She's going to get you a kitty cat, and you're going to fall in love with that kitty cat.”

“Can I? If I'm already falling in love with you?”

Blaine went still. His hand was on Kurt's bicep, having just pushed open Kurt’s shirt and dragged it off his shoulder, revealing milky skin that was lightly freckled and that Blaine had been contemplating tasting before the words startled him into looking at Kurt’s face.

Kurt was watching him, his eyes clear and blue, his expression gentle and brave and almost defiant—and maybe a little nervous, too, but in a joyous way, like when you watch someone open a present you know they’ve been longing for.

A strange breath, somewhere between a gasp and a sob, wracked Blaine’s ribs. “Kurt," Blaine said, and he kissed him with all his might, hoping Kurt would understand.

So many more kisses. Kisses on shoulders and chests and legs and arms. Limbs tangled together, the downy hair of their calves touching, the tender skin on their inner thighs begging to be explored. Soft, light touches turned to rougher, more desperate ones.

“Oh, God, Kurt. You feel so good. Your hand. Your—oh.” Kurt's fingers were so firm on him, his hand huge wrapped around Blaine’s erection, and Kurt was swelling in Blaine’s hand, growing heavy with arousal and desire, and his cock was so beautiful, looking at it made Blaine’s mouth water, and he wanted to taste it and he wanted to feel it inside him and he wanted so many things, but he also wanted just this, to stay here in this moment, to watch the flush creep across Kurt’s collarbones and up his neck as he inched closer to orgasm.

“I do … I do feel good,” Kurt panted. “Because of you. Because you’re— Oh, Blaine.”

It was too much. It was too much and not enough, and it was wonderful, and Kurt never wanted this to end. He watched Blaine's eyelashes flutter, and he remembered the thing that Blaine had said that afternoon in the costume room about wishing he could have the kind of sex where it was like oh my god I’m so in love with this person and it’s overwhelming and wonderful. Kurt had thought he had an idea of the feeling Blaine was describing and his heart had broken for Blaine—because everyone deserved to feel that, and especially Blaine. But now, Kurt’s heart broke for himself too—broke and mended, because he was feeling exactly what Blaine had described, and he was feeling it for the first time.

“I don't … I don’t want to … to come yet,” Kurt said, the words forced between desperate breaths.

Blaine loosened his grip. He kissed Kurt’s cheek, almost chastely. “I want to see you, though. I want to watch you come, Kurt. You're so beautiful.”

Kurt laughed, water rushing over stones, and buried his forehead against Blaine’s shoulder. He needed a second. It was all so much and so fast and Kurt was so in over his head. It was terrifying. But it was also wonderful, because it was Blaine, and Blaine was here, his familiar smell and his warm skin and his patience and selflessness. “It’s so good,” Kurt said, and emotion welled up in his chest and into his cheeks and pressed into the back of his eyes, and he blinked because he didn't want to cry. He didn't want Blaine to mistake his joy for conflict or sadness. “You’re so good. It can’t end.”

His eyes glistened anyway. So did Blaine’s. Blaine brushed his fingers through Kurt’s hair, a gentle reassurance. “It won't, Kurt. I'm here for you. Now and tomorrow and the days after that. We’ll figure it out. I’m not going anywhere.”

Kurt raised his head. It sounded like a vow. And, looking into Blaine’s eyes, Kurt could see it was exactly that. They were going to figure this out together. How to take two lives that had been veering in different directions in different parts of the country and bring them together, intertwine them, graft them into something greater than the sum of its parts. Kurt had no idea where they would live, if it would be in the same home eventually or even the same city, but they were going to be together.

Kurt had never wanted anything so much. And he had wanted so many things.

“Make love to me,” Kurt found himself saying.

Blaine’s eyes darkened and his breath sped up. He looked like someone who had spent his whole life staring at the sidewalk for fear of tripping, but just now looked up and saw the sky for the first time. “Do you mean … me inside you?”

Kurt wasn't sure what he had meant, actually. He had never used that phrase before, except to mock it. The mere sound of it had always made him cringe. It had annoyed Kurt when Adam used it, and it had annoyed him when Rachel used it, and it made him livid when people used it to allude to casual hook-ups. Why couldn't they just say have sex or fuck? What compelled them to use flowery prose to describe something so straightforward and often didn’t involve love at all?

Now, there was nothing cringe about them. They were still words, and imperfect. But they were the best approximation at what Kurt wanted with Blaine. He wanted to be with Blaine and feel things that he wasn't used to feeling. And now that Blaine had suggested it, Kurt wanted Blaine to fuck him, too—to open him up where he was most vulnerable and soothe the ache inside, to fill the hunger Kurt had tried in vain to satiate with hook-ups and good-enough relationships and chasing after acclaim, and that he knew now only Blaine could satisfy.

He wanted so much for Blaine, too. He wanted Blaine to lose himself inside Kurt’s body, to bury his fears and hopes deep within him, to find sanctuary there the same way Kurt had found sanctuary in Blaine’s goodness.

“Yes,” Kurt nodded. “I want you to fuck me.”

They had condoms. The Olympic village was handing them out like candy, and Blaine had brought a handful with him along with some lube—not in the expectation that something would happen, but on the off chance it might. Still, somehow, he had failed to imagine this particular possibility for their first night together.

He should have known, though. Kurt was a denizen of the delightfully unexpected.

“Of course,” Blaine said with a confidence that seemed to come out of nowhere, but more likely came from the way Kurt was looking at him, like he would trust Blaine with his life. Blaine didn't know if he was worthy of that trust, but he wanted to be. Still, his hands shook, and he tried the zipper on his bag a few times before he actually managed to get it open to grab the supplies. He had no idea how he was going to get a condom on. But he was going to do it, because Kurt was here with him and believed in him.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked. “We don't have to. If you're not ready, or you don't want to.”

“I want to. I'm just …” Out of practice, Blaine might have said. Topping wasn’t foreign to him, but it had been a very long time. Eli had— No, Blaine wasn’t going to think about Eli right now, or anyone from the past. What Blaine was feeling right now wasn’t about Blaine’s past. It was about— “I'm having a lot of feelings. Those feelings I told you about—the ones that have been missing in my sex life. The overwhelming wonderfulness? I'm having them. With you.”

“Me, too.” Kurt rubbed his thumb reassuringly over the skin just above Blaine’s wrist. He pulled Blaine back to the bed, kissing him sweetly, their bodies barely touching except for a hand on a shoulder or a hip. They were hungry for each other, but they valued the savoring as much as the satiation.

Blaine hadn't known intimacy could be this good, much less with someone he'd known for less than a month. But apparently, that's what love did. It made Blaine more aware, more connected, more turned on. He kissed Kurt and he kissed him and then he found the spot beneath Kurt’s ear he’d discovered earlier that evening and sucked on it lightly. Kurt moaned, his body going limp in Blaine’s arms and his cock going rigid, and Blaine brushed the length with his fingers and listened to the changes in Kurt’s breath, and he found himself babbling, unable to control the stream of words flowing from his lips oh Kurt you're so hot, I want you so much, let me take care of you, let me love you, let me make you come.

Kurt's legs fell open and Blaine kissed down his chest to his taut belly and the leaking head of his gorgeous cock, and he took it into his mouth and sucked as his fingers slipped further down to pry open Kurt’s cleft and brush against the rose at its center, its skin as smooth as the skin of Kurt’s lips. Kurt arched his back and shivered and whispered Blaine, yes, and somehow they had the wherewithal to locate the lube and soon Blaine’s middle finger was slipping inside Kurt, warm and tight and silken, and Kurt was grasping Blaine with his whole body and shaking, shaking, and begging for more.

Blaine gave Kurt another finger, and he sucked more hungrily on Kurt's cock, amazed by the smoothness of the skin inside Kurt and the smoothness of the skin on his shaft, and Kurt’s cock filled his mouth and leaked on his tongue, and Kurt spread his legs wider and worked himself down onto Blaine’s fingers until Blaine couldn’t go any deeper.

Kurt was dizzy with desire. It had been so long, and Blaine was so careful and attentive, and he felt so good inside Kurt and around him, his mouth hot and wet and Blaine sucking on Kurt like he was a feast and his fingers working Kurt open, so open, he had never felt this open with another person before, hungry to expose his secret desires and aspirations and even his flaws, hungry for another person to share their own in return.

I need you Blaine, he begged. Fuck me. And Blaine was at his mouth, kissing him as fervently there as he had around Kurt’s cock, and between the two of them and lots of playful giggling they managed to get the third condom they opened right-side-out and on Blaine. He was thick in Kurt’s hand and oh he was thicker inside Kurt, and that was just the head, and Blaine stopped pushing and held himself still as Kurt’s muscle clenched in exultant anticipation. Their noses were touching, their breath soft on each other’s faces. They breathed and waited and looked into each other’s eyes and kissed, Kurt’s legs draped casually over Blaine’s back and Blaine gripping Kurt’s hips like his life depended on it, and Kurt brushed his hand over Blaine’s hair—you feel so good, you're so good, just another second—and finally his muscle unclenched.

Oh, Blaine muttered, and sank in.

Kurt gasped. He was so full—full of Blaine and full of love. He raked his fingers across Blaine’s back and down over the swell of his bottom, and he pulled Blaine deeper into him and Blaine cried out, his mouth open and the lines of his neck tight with arousal. Kurt, he said, over and over again, like it was a mantra, like it was holy, like it was the only syllable that mattered.

Blaine buried himself in Kurt’s body, over and again, everything so tight and warm, a home Blaine had barely dreamed existed and now couldn't live without, and Kurt clung to him, his hands perfect and strong on Blaine’s ass and his legs wrapped around Blaine’s torso, first around his waist and then up around his rib cage and finally enveloping him entirely, the backs of Kurt’s thighs flat against Blaine’s chest and his knees folded over Blaine’s shoulders and his calves and ankles and feet wrapped around his back, pulling Blaine forward, urging him deeper, making Blaine lose himself inside of Kurt again and again.

I need you, Kurt panted, a confession and a celebration, and he kissed Blaine, their tongues filling each other's mouths the way Blaine was filling his ass so perfectly, so wonderfully, and Blaine’s hand wrapped around Kurt’s cock with a gentleness and self-control that boggled Kurt’s mind and ratcheted up his arousal to levels he didn't know he was capable of feeling.

Do it. Make me come. He pulled away from Blaine’s lips long enough for those words only and nothing more. Blaine grunted into Kurt’s mouth and gripped Kurt more firmly, ran his thumb over the leaking head in time with the thrusts of his hips, and Kurt floated higher, higher, lifted by this gift of Blaine inside him and around him and so, so beautiful. Kurt had never felt more loved.

Kurt gave himself over to that feeling, over to Blaine, over to the percussive beat of their hearts and their desire. Blaine kissed him and praised him, You’re beautiful, Kurt, you're so beautiful, and Kurt believed him and let that belief flow through him, let it push him through wave and trough and back over another cresting wave, pulsing around Blaine’s perfect cock and in his perfect hand.

Blaine was overwhelmed. He was overwhelmed with how stunning Kurt was, and how strong, and the way his back arched when he came and the way his mouth fell open and his eyes went wide and he watched Blaine, looked into his eyes and watched him as Blaine stroked him through it, watched Blaine like he was important, like he was a blessing. Blaine, Kurt said, but it was barely even a whisper, barely even a breath, mostly just the movement of his lips and tongue—and still, it was important enough for him to try to say it, even if no sound came out at all.

Kurt’s orgasm enveloped Blaine, his ass clenching exquisitely around Blaine’s cock and his arms and legs subsuming him, and Blaine was lost inside Kurt, lost and found, and Blaine tried to keep his eyes open, he didn't want to lose a moment, but he was coming, coming, and his eyes shut of their own accord and lights danced behind his eyelids in time with his thrusts and Kurt’s rapturous moans, and he kissed Kurt to the best of his might though his muscles were rigid and he couldn't stop thrusting, thrusting, burying himself and his pleasure into Kurt as deeply as they would go.

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Blaine awoke when the sun started to peek through the curtains. He had fallen asleep with his head on Kurt’s chest, and that's where he found himself now. He traced his fingers over the soft hairs circling Kurt’s nipple, brown but more reddish than Blaine’s own.

Kurt had only been half asleep, and now he was pleasantly awake, Blaine’s touch sending a delightful buzz through his body. “I could get used to waking up next to you,” he said, and Blaine’s face lit up with delight. “Do you need to get back to the Olympic village?

“Not until this afternoon. I'd like you to come with me, if you'll allow me to borrow you.”

“To put the final touches on your costumes?”

“And because you inspire me.”

Kurt smiled with his whole face, and Blaine forgot to worry about morning breath and kissed him, and Kurt kissed him back, and even though they had kissed so much the night before, it apparently hadn't been enough. The light was different, and they were different, and they were eager to reacquaint themselves with what they had already discovered and embark into new territory.

Until Blaine yelped over a particularly delicious sensation and Kurt, clearly proud of what he had accomplished, said seductively, “I guess I'll have to wait to do that some other time when Sebastian isn't in the next room,” and Blaine bolted up suddenly.

“I forgot all about him,” Blaine said. “Did you hear him come in last night?”

“No. Thank goodness. He must have gotten back after we were asleep.”

Blaine was seized by sudden worry. Sebastian had been to Russia before, and he wasn't careless, and Putin had assured the international press they wouldn’t be arresting people for being gay, or even for being gay in public. But if the police wanted to arrest you, they could always find a reason. He pulled on his briefs and cracked the door open before noticing a piece of paper had been slipped under it. It hadn't been there before they'd gone to sleep.

It was from Sebastian, telling Blaine to meet him in the early afternoon if he wanted a ride back to the Olympic Park and “you can’t miss your 3 p.m. or Sue will have all of our heads will forgive you right away but go on a multi-year campaign of vengeance against me and your boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. Blaine beamed. He had a boyfriend, didn't he? It was thrilling—because it was Kurt, of course, but also because he was determined to use it now. Eli had always said it was a silly word, that they were too old for it. Which had made it pretty awkward referring to him pretty much the whole time they were dating, because outside of certain circles no one said lover, and they had never really graduated to the level of partners.

Blaine loved the word boyfriend. He loved its lack of gender neutrality. Even people who didn't know Blaine from a stick in the ground would know what he meant: my more-than-friend who is a guy and I am romantically involved with because, yes, I am gay and I love being gay for many reasons but especially because it means I get to drop casual mentions about my perfect awesome boyfriend. There could be no confusion that he might be talking about a woman, no being stuck in a category to which he didn't belong.

He showed the note to Kurt. “I guess we haven't talked about this, and I know it's still early, but I hope I can call you my boyfriend, eventually.”

Kurt heard the tentativeness and hope threading through Blaine's voice. It was as sincere as a marriage proposal. Kurt’s heart stuttered in his chest. It was achy and wonderful and he was in so deep. He grabbed Blaine’s hand and pulled him back into bed. “You'd better start calling me that now,” he said. “I’m all yours.”

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