The Lodger (Lay with me) 3/3 for LOVERONHERMIONE
Title: Lodger (Lay with Me) 3/3
Recipient: loveronhermione
Author/Artist: kle_hungry
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Glee/Pokemon crossover
Word Count: 21k
Summary: When the Saffron City Gym is holding a competition for apprenticeships, Blaine finds himself with a captivating lodger.
Author's Notes: Happy Valentine's Day!
Part 2
DAY FIVE
Blaine stretched, getting the kink out of his side, but was trapped from stretching any more as Kurt tightened his grip around his waist. He found himself nestled against Kurt that morning with his back to Kurt's chest.
It surely was not a bad way to start the day.
"No," Kurt whined, "Don't make me get up."
"Kurt, you have your final match today," Blaine reminded him.
"I know, and Quinn's gonna win. So I'm going to stay here and sleep with you some more." Blaine grinned.
"I don't house losers," Blaine said, smirking. Kurt groaned and rolled over, releasing Blaine from his hold.
"You go in my stead then," he said, "Sabrina will understand."
"You remember what happened to Karofsky?" Blaine asked incredulously, "If I get blasted through that gym door like him, you bet your ass you'll be sleeping in your own bed tonight." Kurt groaned playfully and tugged the blankets up over his head.
"Kurt, babe, you gotta get up," Blaine said as he leaned over Kurt and pulled the blanket down to reveal Kurt's smiling face. He kissed Kurt lightly and Kurt hummed contently.
"Okay, you make a valid argument," Kurt said, kissing Blaine again.
"You're going to win today and the only way you're going to do that is if you get out of bed!" Blaine said as he lightly pushed Kurt toward the edge.
"We'll get ready faster if you shower with me," Kurt winked.
"We may not save time if you want to make that shower fantasy come true," Blaine corrected him.
"Okay, but we'll save water!"
Blaine laughed as he smothered Kurt with kisses.
---
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was blow-drying his hair in the bathroom while Blaine tried to recover his speech in his own bedroom. His brain had short circuited between Kurt jerking them off together and him slipping his fingers into Blaine's entrance. He teased Blaine and made him a hot and incoherent mess, leaving him to get dressed on his own. So far, Blaine had managed to get his underwear and pants on, but could not figure out what else he was supposed to wear.
"Shirt, Blaine," Kurt said, entering from the bathroom, as if on cue. Blaine glanced over to see Kurt dressed with a scarf, hiding the bruise he had made yesterday. Blaine smiled.
"Blaine, shirt," Kurt repeated, breaking Blaine's trance. He stepped over to Blaine and picked up a shirt he had left on the bed, smelled it, and handed it to Blaine. "It's clean. Now let's go."
"What happened to you?" Blaine asked as he muscled the shirt over his head, "In bed you didn't want to go anywhere but now you're Mr Impatient."
"I'm upright and clothed. I've got nothing to hope for," Kurt shrugged. Blaine stood and took Kurt's hips in his hands.
"If you woke up earlier, I could have found a way to fit some groping into your busy schedule," Blaine told him.
"Well, it's too late now," Kurt said, "Now I have to go attempt to beat Quinn and all her celibate glory." Blaine kissed Kurt softly.
"You're going to win. Think positively."
"Or bring my good luck charm."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Blaine assured him.
"That's what you said in the shower earlier," Kurt smirked.
"Oh, you!" Blaine scolded, swatting Kurt's hip as Kurt made a dash to the bedroom door.
---
Sabrina stood in the centre of the arena, eyeing the crowd carefully as they took their seats. Her doll was tossing a PokＣall silently to itself, its eyes alit with creepy joy. Kurt sat nervously in the bleachers, bouncing his knees, while Blaine held his hand tightly.
"You'll do great," Blaine comforted, rubbing his thumb across Kurt's knuckles. That earned him an unsure glance from Kurt.
"Interesting," Sabrina began. The crowd hushed. "The two final trainers are both from the same city. More interesting that they used to be best friends, until they were pitted against each other. One was stronger than the other, forcing him to leave the town forever. This should be one bitter match." The doll giggled ferociously.
"The final match: Quinn Fabray of Mossdeep vs. Kurt Hummel of Mossdeep!" the official called. Kurt was up in an instant and ploughing through people to get to the arena floor. Blaine apparently sucked up Kurt's nerves through his hand because now he was bouncing his heels mercilessly. Kurt took to one end of the arena, standing his ground.
At the other end of the arena, Quinn walked swiftly to her position. Her pink and white dress was not threatening in the slightest, but everyone knew what was going to happen.
"Go, Reuniclus!"
"Go, Gardevoir!"
Both PokＮon emerged from their PokＣalls in bursts of light. Then something happened that Blaine had never seen before: the PokＮon recognized each other. Kurt's Gardevoir and Quinn's Reuniclus swelled up; their statures became darker. They knew what this fight would be like, too.
"Gardevoir, Thunderbolt!" Electricity jolted from Gardevoir's hands to Reuniclus, striking him directly in the chest. It was a spectacular move, but Quinn's stature said she knew that was coming.
"Reuniclus, Dizzy Punch!" Reuniclus sped across the arena field, smacking Gardevoir with each hit, spinning her around in the air. Reuniclus floated back to his spot, leaving Gardevoir tilting back and forth. Blaine crossed his fingers she wasn't confused. That could end Kurt quickly.
"Gardevoir, Torment!" It was incredibly effective. Quinn huffed on her side of the arena. Kurt knew what she was going to do.
"Reuniclus, Psycho Shock!" The move rattled around the gym and struck Gardevoir. She held her ground, taking the hit and absorbing it. It was as if she didn't feel it at all.
"Gardevoir, Focus Blast!" As if she knew that was the next move coming, Gardevoir started moving before Kurt even finished his command. She was a powerfully, graceful PokＮon and apparently was developing a psychic connection with Kurt. She charged up her hands and punched Reuniclus with a beam of pure power. The whole arena lit up in white and green, the light shining through Reuniclus' translucent body. From there, it became a flurry of moves.
"Reuniclus, Charm!"
"Gardevoir, Wish!"
"Reuniclus, Light Screen!"
"Gardevoir, Psychic!"
"Reuniclus, Rollout!"
"Gardevoir, Shadow Ball!"
"Reuniclus, Strength!"
The arena was torn to shreds. Both Reuniclus and Gardevoir were exhausted, but both were incredibly determined. Their trainers looked similar, tired, but their drive to win was evident.
"Gardevoir, Hypnosis!" To Quinn's shock and appal, Reuniclus fell asleep. She immediately dropped her bag and began rummaging around for a berry or item. Kurt nearly jumped for joy.
"Gardevoir, Dream Eater!" The arena went black except Gardevoir as she glowed white. She pulled a silky strand from Reuniclus and into her chest. Reuniclus shuddered with each tug. Blaine had felt chills the first time he ever saw Kurt use this move and that feeling hadn't changed the second. Seeing that much power on a battlefield was so, well, sexy.
It was that final move that Reuniclus fell to the ground with a bang. Unlike many of the other trainers, Quinn did not rush to her Reuniclus' side. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth in shock and awe.
"Reuniclus, return." Reuniclus evaporated back into his PokＣall. Quinn looked up at Kurt with a faint smile. He smiled back.
"The final battle and the apprenticeship goes to Kurt Hummel of Mossdeep!" the official called out. The crowd cheered. Blaine cheered louder, hollering for Kurt. Sabrina stood and just by raising a hand, the crowd silenced.
"Congratulations, Mr Kurt Hummel," she said with zero enthusiasm, "And a congratulations to you, Ms Quinn Fabray. As you all know, there was only one apprenticeship available and Kurt Hummel has won it. However, I am going to make an exception." The crowd buzzed with confusion. Blaine made eye contact with Kurt and shrugged, shaking his head. What the hell was going on?
"This battle was most formidable. I knew from the very beginning that these two would be the last remaining trainers in the competition. Why did I have all of you come here, then, if I could see that these two would come out on top? They needed to find each other.
"As I said, these two battled against each other in Mossdeep, and one lost and left. The other, however, was trapped in Mossdeep by the competition she had won. There was a void in her. She missed her friend. He had left her alone to fight battles she could not handle.
"This competition was more than just a competition. I needed to find an apprentice who had strength and willpower. But I needed an apprentice who was brave and could last until the end. So, I am proud to announce my two new apprentices: Mr Kurt Hummel and Ms Quinn Fabray." Quinn was nearly in tears. Sabrina nodded to her and a smile flashed bright on Quinn's lips.
"Yay!" the doll cheered, "Two new friends!" The crowd resumed its cheering, louder than before.
"That concludes the apprentice competition," the official called, "Please promptly exit the gym."
The crowd began filing out of the bleachers. The official approached Kurt, speaking quickly to him before handing him a contract. Blaine watched Kurt say a couple things to the official and the official wrote something down before nodding and walking away. Blaine jumped through the people and rushed down to Kurt who was folding up the contract and stuffing it in his bag. He grabbed a hold of Kurt and hugged him tightly, Kurt clutching him back. Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips.
"Congratulations!" Blaine exclaimed, "That battle was insane! I'm so proud of you! It was amazing! You're amazing! I've told you all this time! Oh my god, Kurt!" He hugged Kurt again. Then Kurt loosened up and pulled back a bit. His face was anything but excited.
"What? What's?"
"Quinn," Kurt muttered quietly. Blaine turned around and stepped next to Kurt. There was a pause as they both stared at Quinn. Her small form on the arena did not do her justice: she was beautiful. Long blond hair, fair skin, perfect teeth? She was absolutely gorgeous. And in a second, it was all buried in Kurt's neck as she flung her arms around his shoulders. Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.
"I thought I'd never see you again," Quinn whimpered, her tears soaking Kurt's scarf.
"Me either," Kurt choked out. His tears were starting too.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't catch up with you sooner. I hate them for making us battle," she apologized, "I didn't want to. I really didn't want to."
"I didn't either, but I couldn't stay," Kurt cried, "He told me he'd kill me." Quinn pulled back. Tears streaked her cheeks; her make-up was smudged.
"What?"
"Karofsky said he'd kill me. That's why I left," Kurt admitted. Blaine hadn't heard this. Quinn's reaction was shocking: she smiled.
"Karofsky's a joke now," she smiled, "Did you see him get expelled from the gym? Everyone saw it! He's never going to hurt you again. Ever. I'm here. And your friend, your beautiful friend?" She gestured toward Blaine.
"Blaine," Blaine smiled.
"Blaine," Quinn smiled, "We're here for you. And Sabrina will help keep you safe. You're so much stronger than him, Kurt. You have so much bravery and courage. You've got to remember your courage!"
"That's what I've been telling him this whole competition," Blaine nodded. Kurt wiped tears from his cheeks.
"He has been," Kurt said through his tears, "He's been my good luck charm." Quinn laughed lightly, her laugh a clear tinkle.
"Good luck charm? Kurt Hummel, that is something you have been struggling with your whole life. You've got so much skill and you've needed zero luck. Instead of a good luck charm, you've earned yourself a devoted partner. I can tell. I've sort of been watching you the whole competition and might I say that you two are adorable?" she winked. Kurt gave a surprised look and tapped Quinn lightly on the shoulder. She just laughed again.
"Quinn! You've been staring but haven't come and said hello?" Kurt asked.
"You two looked too happy. I didn't want to ruin that."
Kurt smiled at Quinn and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbled against her neck, "I've missed you so much."
"And I'm not going anywhere," she replied, "I'll be around as long as you want me."
"I want you around."
"I want you to be around." They paused, soaking in each other's warmth. Then Quinn said, "You know, I forgot to mention?" Kurt pulled back again, letting Quinn go except for one of her hands. "I kind of beat the crap out of Karofsky after you left. Punched him square in the jaw. He called you a horrible name and I was menstruating."
"You know you're amazing, right?" Quinn laughed.
"No, Kurt Hummel, you're amazing."
"Second!" Blaine chimed in, taking Kurt's other hand and lacing their fingers together. Quinn looked to Blaine.
"Take care of him?" she asked rhetorically.
"Of course," Blaine nodded, "And I'll let you borrow him from time to time."
"Excellent, because he and I have a lot of catching up to do," Quinn smiled, looking back to Kurt, "I'll see you around, fellow apprentice."
"Same to you, fellow apprentice," Kurt laughed back. And then she went off, walking out with the last remainders of the crowd. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, bringing him back into the present.
"C'mon," Blaine smiled brightly, "Let's go home." Kurt pulled his hand from Blaine's and draped it around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine let his arm slip around Kurt's waist and his hand drift into Kurt's back pocket.
They walked all the way home like that, only stopped six times for Kurt to sign an autograph.
---
Kurt kissed Blaine deeply. Blaine hummed his approval. They were lying in Blaine's bed, relaxing after a wonderful dinner they both made. It was a long day?week?and Blaine was more than happy to not have to rush in the morning. They had all the time in the world.
Kurt was leaning over Blaine, cradling him gently in his arms. Blaine was safe, warm, comfortable. He idly stroked Kurt's bicep with his fingers, marvelling in the muscle there. Blaine sudden had a flash of Kurt pinning him down on the bed. That thought made Blaine moan loudly into Kurt's mouth. Kurt pulled back and nuzzled at Blaine's cheek.
"God, the things you do to me," Blaine breathed, letting his hand trail down Kurt's bare torso. Taking their shirts off before lying down was a brilliant idea.
"What are you thinking about?" Kurt purred into Blaine's neck.
"You pinning me to the bed," Blaine admitted, "And fucking me into the mattress." Kurt smiled.
"Is that what you want?" Kurt asked tenderly.
"No, not right now," Blaine answered. Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine.
"What do you want?"
Blaine felt his cheeks heat up.
"I?I want to ride you."
"What?" Kurt's eyes widened.
"Your fantasy. I want to ride you," Blaine admitted, "Please let me ride you."
Kurt didn't answer. He just engulfed Blaine's mouth in another searing kiss, pulling Blaine on top of him. His hands were making quick work pulling at Blaine's jeans but not fast enough. He regretted for an instant standing up to really get rid of his pants and underwear, but as he did, Blaine got to watch Kurt take off his pants and underwear in one swoop. Suddenly, Kurt was completely naked lying against his white comforter. Blaine let his eyes soak in the sight, drifting from the bruise on Kurt's neck that was a rose of blue and purple down to his hard, huge cock.
Kurt must have been doing the same thing to Blaine because he sat up and moved Blaine closer so he could get his mouth around Blaine. He lapped at the head of Blaine's cock and all Blaine could do was rest a hand in Kurt's hair. It felt so good.
"Kurt," Blaine moaned as Kurt licked up Blaine's dick. He wasn't going to last like this and he wanted to come with Kurt. He gently pulled Kurt's mouth off him and saw Kurt's lips glistening with spit and pre-come. And he just had to taste.
Blaine climbed on top of Kurt, placing a leg on either side of Kurt's hips. He leaned down and kissed Kurt, his tongue plundering the warm wetness of Kurt's mouth. Kurt reached and grasped both of their cocks in one hand.
"God that feels so good," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips.
"It could feel better," Kurt smirked. His tongue licked at Blaine's lip before he kissed Blaine once more. Blaine reached over to his nightstand and yanked the drawer open, nearly pulling it out of the stand. He dug out a small bottle of lube and a condom. The lube was hardly used.
"I don't get much action," Blaine said. He felt like the nearly full lube bottle needed an explanation.
"That's going to change, now isn't it?" Kurt smirked. Blaine couldn't agree more. He dropped the condom down next to Kurt and popped the cap on the lube.
"Gonna make you feel amazing," Blaine smiled, but that fell quickly when the lube bottle was taken from his hand.
"No," Kurt corrected, "You deserve to feel amazing. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be." He poured some lube onto his fingers. "Don't do this for me. Do this for yourself. As cheesy as that sounds." Blaine would have said something apologetic in return, but Kurt's finger pressed at his opening and his wit went out the window.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine moaned as Kurt pushed another finger in, opening Blaine further, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me? That feels so good?"
Kurt fingers hooked inside him and hit his prostate. Blaine gasped.
"Fuck," Blaine breathed shakily. It had been a long while since Blaine was taken care of by someone else. He hosted so many guests throughout the year. He took care of his partners in bed. He gave and gave and gave and nothing was ever given back to him. Kurt was turning out to be the best gift the Universe had ever given him.
"Are you ready?" Kurt panted beneath him. Blaine leaned down and kissed his gift wetly while grabbing a hold of the condom.
"Definitely," Blaine smiled. He sat up and opened the condom package. He carefully slid it down on Kurt's cock, feeling the heat radiating through the thin latex. With little preamble, Blaine took told of Kurt's cock and lined himself up, the head pressing gently against his hole. He looked down at Kurt who could only nod his assurance. Blaine closed his eyes and sank down, letting Kurt fill him. He felt himself being opened up, being filled. It felt amazing.
He soon found himself with his ass flush against Kurt's hips. Blaine cried out in pleasure. It was so intense to be this full of someone else. No more lonely nights of his own fingers. No more people floating in and out of his life. He found his anchor.
"I feel amazing," Blaine said gloriously. Kurt's hands were running along his thighs, lightly stroking his cock, and rubbing his stomach gently. He pulled up a bit, Kurt sliding within him, then he sank back down. The slow tugging against his insides was making his body thrum with adrenaline. He needed to go faster, so faster he did. Kurt watched in awe as Blaine began to bounce vigorously on his cock, his own slapping against Kurt's stomach, leaving little droplets of pre-come. One of Kurt's hands let go of its clutch at Blaine's hips to grab a hold of his cock.
"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck? Blaine, I can't? I can't?" Kurt's hand was flying on Blaine's cock, squeezing and pulling in time with Blaine's bounces.
"Come in me, Kurt," Blaine groaned, "Fuck, fill me, Kurt."
And that was it. Kurt came apart under Blaine, arching his back, driving his cock even deeper in Blaine. Blaine clenched down on Kurt's cock, trying to consume everything that was in him right now. His legs were starting to tire and he desperately wanted to come.
As if Kurt was reading his mind, he rolled them over and pinned Blaine to the mattress, holding his hands above his head. Kurt fucked Blaine hard, every thrust smacking Blaine's hips with a resounding slap. He felt so fucking amazing. He moaned wantonly, a warm pressure building in his spine. When Kurt leaned down and bit down on his ear, Blaine lost it. He came, hard, all over both of their chests. Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, letting go of his wrists. Blaine's hands automatically came to rest at the swell of Kurt's ass because dear Lord, he loved that ass. Kurt gently pulled out and stripped himself of the condom. He let it drop onto the floor and returned back to lying atop Blaine.
"Fuck," Blaine cursed softly, "That was?"
"Don't make me come up with an adjective," Kurt breathed out, "None I choose will do that justice."
"I haven't felt that wonderful in a very long time," Blaine admitted.
"Which is clearly unfair," Kurt told him, "Because you deserve all of that. All the time. Speaking of all the time, let's do it again." Blaine laughed.
"In a minute."
"If I knew sex with you would be that fantastic the first time around, I would have jumped you the moment I met you."
"I almost did." Kurt sat up, rolling off Blaine a bit. One of his legs was still draped over Blaine's.
"Really?"
"Like I said, I thought you were amazing the first time I saw you."
"Ok, we need to find another adjective than amazing because amazing is losing its power."
"How about gorgeous?" Blaine suggested
"Nah."
"Beautiful?"
"We're more than that."
Then Blaine figured it out as he looked over at Luxray's empty bed.
"Electrifying."
Kurt's face lit up and he kissed Blaine resolutely.
"Perfect."
They lay there for a bit, soaking in the afterglow before Kurt broke the silence.
"Part of the contract says I'm to move into the gym house."
Blaine's heart dropped. Here he was, lying with the most beautiful, amazing man he had ever met and already being told that this was never to happen again.
"Yeah?" he asked simply, hoping his heartbreak wasn't obvious.
"It's a requirement for trainers who don't live locally," Kurt explained. But before Blaine could sigh his disdain for the contract rule, Kurt added, "But I told the official that I did live locally. That I had a place to live outside the gym."
Blaine's heart began to race.
"If you don't mind," Kurt began, sitting up a second to gaze at Blaine's face, "I'd like to live here with you as long as you'll have me." Blaine's skin sang as his heart began to slow down.
"I'll have you forever," Blaine replied.
Then Kurt kissed him. And all was well.
EPILOGUE
"Blaine!"
"No! Not yet!"
"Blaine, come on!"
"I can't find something to wear!"
Kurt burst into their room. He was already fully dressed, with a purple striped shirt under a gold and purple paisley vest.
"Here." Kurt plucked a light blue tee out of the drawer. "After thirteen years, I still don't understand how you can't dress yourself."
"Maybe it's because I want you to." Blaine kissed Kurt lightly on the lips. Kurt hummed contently.
"C'mon, we're going to be late for Quinn's baby shower," Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine's hand, their wedding bands clinking together softly.
"But Kurt?"
"You know you love Quinn."
"I do."
"And you love her husband."
"I do."
"And I'll let you stare at him all you want at the baby shower."
"Oh, does that mean fake angry sex when we get home?"
"It can, but it'll only happen if you come on!"
Blaine kissed Kurt again, passionately.
"Okay. I'm ready."
END.
Highest rating preferred: NC-17
Prompt(s) used:
1. "Everything" by Lifehouse
3. PokＮon
4. "Haiku" by Tally Hall
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Recipient: loveronhermione
Author/Artist: kle_hungry
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Glee/Pokemon crossover
Word Count: 21k
Summary: When the Saffron City Gym is holding a competition for apprenticeships, Blaine finds himself with a captivating lodger.
Author's Notes: Happy Valentine's Day!
Part 2
DAY FIVE
Blaine stretched, getting the kink out of his side, but was trapped from stretching any more as Kurt tightened his grip around his waist. He found himself nestled against Kurt that morning with his back to Kurt's chest.
It surely was not a bad way to start the day.
"No," Kurt whined, "Don't make me get up."
"Kurt, you have your final match today," Blaine reminded him.
"I know, and Quinn's gonna win. So I'm going to stay here and sleep with you some more." Blaine grinned.
"I don't house losers," Blaine said, smirking. Kurt groaned and rolled over, releasing Blaine from his hold.
"You go in my stead then," he said, "Sabrina will understand."
"You remember what happened to Karofsky?" Blaine asked incredulously, "If I get blasted through that gym door like him, you bet your ass you'll be sleeping in your own bed tonight." Kurt groaned playfully and tugged the blankets up over his head.
"Kurt, babe, you gotta get up," Blaine said as he leaned over Kurt and pulled the blanket down to reveal Kurt's smiling face. He kissed Kurt lightly and Kurt hummed contently.
"Okay, you make a valid argument," Kurt said, kissing Blaine again.
"You're going to win today and the only way you're going to do that is if you get out of bed!" Blaine said as he lightly pushed Kurt toward the edge.
"We'll get ready faster if you shower with me," Kurt winked.
"We may not save time if you want to make that shower fantasy come true," Blaine corrected him.
"Okay, but we'll save water!"
Blaine laughed as he smothered Kurt with kisses.
---
Twenty minutes later, Kurt was blow-drying his hair in the bathroom while Blaine tried to recover his speech in his own bedroom. His brain had short circuited between Kurt jerking them off together and him slipping his fingers into Blaine's entrance. He teased Blaine and made him a hot and incoherent mess, leaving him to get dressed on his own. So far, Blaine had managed to get his underwear and pants on, but could not figure out what else he was supposed to wear.
"Shirt, Blaine," Kurt said, entering from the bathroom, as if on cue. Blaine glanced over to see Kurt dressed with a scarf, hiding the bruise he had made yesterday. Blaine smiled.
"Blaine, shirt," Kurt repeated, breaking Blaine's trance. He stepped over to Blaine and picked up a shirt he had left on the bed, smelled it, and handed it to Blaine. "It's clean. Now let's go."
"What happened to you?" Blaine asked as he muscled the shirt over his head, "In bed you didn't want to go anywhere but now you're Mr Impatient."
"I'm upright and clothed. I've got nothing to hope for," Kurt shrugged. Blaine stood and took Kurt's hips in his hands.
"If you woke up earlier, I could have found a way to fit some groping into your busy schedule," Blaine told him.
"Well, it's too late now," Kurt said, "Now I have to go attempt to beat Quinn and all her celibate glory." Blaine kissed Kurt softly.
"You're going to win. Think positively."
"Or bring my good luck charm."
"I'm coming, I'm coming," Blaine assured him.
"That's what you said in the shower earlier," Kurt smirked.
"Oh, you!" Blaine scolded, swatting Kurt's hip as Kurt made a dash to the bedroom door.
---
Sabrina stood in the centre of the arena, eyeing the crowd carefully as they took their seats. Her doll was tossing a PokＣall silently to itself, its eyes alit with creepy joy. Kurt sat nervously in the bleachers, bouncing his knees, while Blaine held his hand tightly.
"You'll do great," Blaine comforted, rubbing his thumb across Kurt's knuckles. That earned him an unsure glance from Kurt.
"Interesting," Sabrina began. The crowd hushed. "The two final trainers are both from the same city. More interesting that they used to be best friends, until they were pitted against each other. One was stronger than the other, forcing him to leave the town forever. This should be one bitter match." The doll giggled ferociously.
"The final match: Quinn Fabray of Mossdeep vs. Kurt Hummel of Mossdeep!" the official called. Kurt was up in an instant and ploughing through people to get to the arena floor. Blaine apparently sucked up Kurt's nerves through his hand because now he was bouncing his heels mercilessly. Kurt took to one end of the arena, standing his ground.
At the other end of the arena, Quinn walked swiftly to her position. Her pink and white dress was not threatening in the slightest, but everyone knew what was going to happen.
"Go, Reuniclus!"
"Go, Gardevoir!"
Both PokＮon emerged from their PokＣalls in bursts of light. Then something happened that Blaine had never seen before: the PokＮon recognized each other. Kurt's Gardevoir and Quinn's Reuniclus swelled up; their statures became darker. They knew what this fight would be like, too.
"Gardevoir, Thunderbolt!" Electricity jolted from Gardevoir's hands to Reuniclus, striking him directly in the chest. It was a spectacular move, but Quinn's stature said she knew that was coming.
"Reuniclus, Dizzy Punch!" Reuniclus sped across the arena field, smacking Gardevoir with each hit, spinning her around in the air. Reuniclus floated back to his spot, leaving Gardevoir tilting back and forth. Blaine crossed his fingers she wasn't confused. That could end Kurt quickly.
"Gardevoir, Torment!" It was incredibly effective. Quinn huffed on her side of the arena. Kurt knew what she was going to do.
"Reuniclus, Psycho Shock!" The move rattled around the gym and struck Gardevoir. She held her ground, taking the hit and absorbing it. It was as if she didn't feel it at all.
"Gardevoir, Focus Blast!" As if she knew that was the next move coming, Gardevoir started moving before Kurt even finished his command. She was a powerfully, graceful PokＮon and apparently was developing a psychic connection with Kurt. She charged up her hands and punched Reuniclus with a beam of pure power. The whole arena lit up in white and green, the light shining through Reuniclus' translucent body. From there, it became a flurry of moves.
"Reuniclus, Charm!"
"Gardevoir, Wish!"
"Reuniclus, Light Screen!"
"Gardevoir, Psychic!"
"Reuniclus, Rollout!"
"Gardevoir, Shadow Ball!"
"Reuniclus, Strength!"
The arena was torn to shreds. Both Reuniclus and Gardevoir were exhausted, but both were incredibly determined. Their trainers looked similar, tired, but their drive to win was evident.
"Gardevoir, Hypnosis!" To Quinn's shock and appal, Reuniclus fell asleep. She immediately dropped her bag and began rummaging around for a berry or item. Kurt nearly jumped for joy.
"Gardevoir, Dream Eater!" The arena went black except Gardevoir as she glowed white. She pulled a silky strand from Reuniclus and into her chest. Reuniclus shuddered with each tug. Blaine had felt chills the first time he ever saw Kurt use this move and that feeling hadn't changed the second. Seeing that much power on a battlefield was so, well, sexy.
It was that final move that Reuniclus fell to the ground with a bang. Unlike many of the other trainers, Quinn did not rush to her Reuniclus' side. Kurt's hand flew to his mouth in shock and awe.
"Reuniclus, return." Reuniclus evaporated back into his PokＣall. Quinn looked up at Kurt with a faint smile. He smiled back.
"The final battle and the apprenticeship goes to Kurt Hummel of Mossdeep!" the official called out. The crowd cheered. Blaine cheered louder, hollering for Kurt. Sabrina stood and just by raising a hand, the crowd silenced.
"Congratulations, Mr Kurt Hummel," she said with zero enthusiasm, "And a congratulations to you, Ms Quinn Fabray. As you all know, there was only one apprenticeship available and Kurt Hummel has won it. However, I am going to make an exception." The crowd buzzed with confusion. Blaine made eye contact with Kurt and shrugged, shaking his head. What the hell was going on?
"This battle was most formidable. I knew from the very beginning that these two would be the last remaining trainers in the competition. Why did I have all of you come here, then, if I could see that these two would come out on top? They needed to find each other.
"As I said, these two battled against each other in Mossdeep, and one lost and left. The other, however, was trapped in Mossdeep by the competition she had won. There was a void in her. She missed her friend. He had left her alone to fight battles she could not handle.
"This competition was more than just a competition. I needed to find an apprentice who had strength and willpower. But I needed an apprentice who was brave and could last until the end. So, I am proud to announce my two new apprentices: Mr Kurt Hummel and Ms Quinn Fabray." Quinn was nearly in tears. Sabrina nodded to her and a smile flashed bright on Quinn's lips.
"Yay!" the doll cheered, "Two new friends!" The crowd resumed its cheering, louder than before.
"That concludes the apprentice competition," the official called, "Please promptly exit the gym."
The crowd began filing out of the bleachers. The official approached Kurt, speaking quickly to him before handing him a contract. Blaine watched Kurt say a couple things to the official and the official wrote something down before nodding and walking away. Blaine jumped through the people and rushed down to Kurt who was folding up the contract and stuffing it in his bag. He grabbed a hold of Kurt and hugged him tightly, Kurt clutching him back. Blaine kissed Kurt on the lips.
"Congratulations!" Blaine exclaimed, "That battle was insane! I'm so proud of you! It was amazing! You're amazing! I've told you all this time! Oh my god, Kurt!" He hugged Kurt again. Then Kurt loosened up and pulled back a bit. His face was anything but excited.
"What? What's?"
"Quinn," Kurt muttered quietly. Blaine turned around and stepped next to Kurt. There was a pause as they both stared at Quinn. Her small form on the arena did not do her justice: she was beautiful. Long blond hair, fair skin, perfect teeth? She was absolutely gorgeous. And in a second, it was all buried in Kurt's neck as she flung her arms around his shoulders. Kurt wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.
"I thought I'd never see you again," Quinn whimpered, her tears soaking Kurt's scarf.
"Me either," Kurt choked out. His tears were starting too.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't catch up with you sooner. I hate them for making us battle," she apologized, "I didn't want to. I really didn't want to."
"I didn't either, but I couldn't stay," Kurt cried, "He told me he'd kill me." Quinn pulled back. Tears streaked her cheeks; her make-up was smudged.
"What?"
"Karofsky said he'd kill me. That's why I left," Kurt admitted. Blaine hadn't heard this. Quinn's reaction was shocking: she smiled.
"Karofsky's a joke now," she smiled, "Did you see him get expelled from the gym? Everyone saw it! He's never going to hurt you again. Ever. I'm here. And your friend, your beautiful friend?" She gestured toward Blaine.
"Blaine," Blaine smiled.
"Blaine," Quinn smiled, "We're here for you. And Sabrina will help keep you safe. You're so much stronger than him, Kurt. You have so much bravery and courage. You've got to remember your courage!"
"That's what I've been telling him this whole competition," Blaine nodded. Kurt wiped tears from his cheeks.
"He has been," Kurt said through his tears, "He's been my good luck charm." Quinn laughed lightly, her laugh a clear tinkle.
"Good luck charm? Kurt Hummel, that is something you have been struggling with your whole life. You've got so much skill and you've needed zero luck. Instead of a good luck charm, you've earned yourself a devoted partner. I can tell. I've sort of been watching you the whole competition and might I say that you two are adorable?" she winked. Kurt gave a surprised look and tapped Quinn lightly on the shoulder. She just laughed again.
"Quinn! You've been staring but haven't come and said hello?" Kurt asked.
"You two looked too happy. I didn't want to ruin that."
Kurt smiled at Quinn and pulled her into a tight hug.
"I'm so glad you're here," he mumbled against her neck, "I've missed you so much."
"And I'm not going anywhere," she replied, "I'll be around as long as you want me."
"I want you around."
"I want you to be around." They paused, soaking in each other's warmth. Then Quinn said, "You know, I forgot to mention?" Kurt pulled back again, letting Quinn go except for one of her hands. "I kind of beat the crap out of Karofsky after you left. Punched him square in the jaw. He called you a horrible name and I was menstruating."
"You know you're amazing, right?" Quinn laughed.
"No, Kurt Hummel, you're amazing."
"Second!" Blaine chimed in, taking Kurt's other hand and lacing their fingers together. Quinn looked to Blaine.
"Take care of him?" she asked rhetorically.
"Of course," Blaine nodded, "And I'll let you borrow him from time to time."
"Excellent, because he and I have a lot of catching up to do," Quinn smiled, looking back to Kurt, "I'll see you around, fellow apprentice."
"Same to you, fellow apprentice," Kurt laughed back. And then she went off, walking out with the last remainders of the crowd. Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand, bringing him back into the present.
"C'mon," Blaine smiled brightly, "Let's go home." Kurt pulled his hand from Blaine's and draped it around Blaine's shoulders. Blaine let his arm slip around Kurt's waist and his hand drift into Kurt's back pocket.
They walked all the way home like that, only stopped six times for Kurt to sign an autograph.
---
Kurt kissed Blaine deeply. Blaine hummed his approval. They were lying in Blaine's bed, relaxing after a wonderful dinner they both made. It was a long day?week?and Blaine was more than happy to not have to rush in the morning. They had all the time in the world.
Kurt was leaning over Blaine, cradling him gently in his arms. Blaine was safe, warm, comfortable. He idly stroked Kurt's bicep with his fingers, marvelling in the muscle there. Blaine sudden had a flash of Kurt pinning him down on the bed. That thought made Blaine moan loudly into Kurt's mouth. Kurt pulled back and nuzzled at Blaine's cheek.
"God, the things you do to me," Blaine breathed, letting his hand trail down Kurt's bare torso. Taking their shirts off before lying down was a brilliant idea.
"What are you thinking about?" Kurt purred into Blaine's neck.
"You pinning me to the bed," Blaine admitted, "And fucking me into the mattress." Kurt smiled.
"Is that what you want?" Kurt asked tenderly.
"No, not right now," Blaine answered. Kurt pulled back to look at Blaine.
"What do you want?"
Blaine felt his cheeks heat up.
"I?I want to ride you."
"What?" Kurt's eyes widened.
"Your fantasy. I want to ride you," Blaine admitted, "Please let me ride you."
Kurt didn't answer. He just engulfed Blaine's mouth in another searing kiss, pulling Blaine on top of him. His hands were making quick work pulling at Blaine's jeans but not fast enough. He regretted for an instant standing up to really get rid of his pants and underwear, but as he did, Blaine got to watch Kurt take off his pants and underwear in one swoop. Suddenly, Kurt was completely naked lying against his white comforter. Blaine let his eyes soak in the sight, drifting from the bruise on Kurt's neck that was a rose of blue and purple down to his hard, huge cock.
Kurt must have been doing the same thing to Blaine because he sat up and moved Blaine closer so he could get his mouth around Blaine. He lapped at the head of Blaine's cock and all Blaine could do was rest a hand in Kurt's hair. It felt so good.
"Kurt," Blaine moaned as Kurt licked up Blaine's dick. He wasn't going to last like this and he wanted to come with Kurt. He gently pulled Kurt's mouth off him and saw Kurt's lips glistening with spit and pre-come. And he just had to taste.
Blaine climbed on top of Kurt, placing a leg on either side of Kurt's hips. He leaned down and kissed Kurt, his tongue plundering the warm wetness of Kurt's mouth. Kurt reached and grasped both of their cocks in one hand.
"God that feels so good," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips.
"It could feel better," Kurt smirked. His tongue licked at Blaine's lip before he kissed Blaine once more. Blaine reached over to his nightstand and yanked the drawer open, nearly pulling it out of the stand. He dug out a small bottle of lube and a condom. The lube was hardly used.
"I don't get much action," Blaine said. He felt like the nearly full lube bottle needed an explanation.
"That's going to change, now isn't it?" Kurt smirked. Blaine couldn't agree more. He dropped the condom down next to Kurt and popped the cap on the lube.
"Gonna make you feel amazing," Blaine smiled, but that fell quickly when the lube bottle was taken from his hand.
"No," Kurt corrected, "You deserve to feel amazing. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be." He poured some lube onto his fingers. "Don't do this for me. Do this for yourself. As cheesy as that sounds." Blaine would have said something apologetic in return, but Kurt's finger pressed at his opening and his wit went out the window.
"Fuck, Kurt," Blaine moaned as Kurt pushed another finger in, opening Blaine further, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me? That feels so good?"
Kurt fingers hooked inside him and hit his prostate. Blaine gasped.
"Fuck," Blaine breathed shakily. It had been a long while since Blaine was taken care of by someone else. He hosted so many guests throughout the year. He took care of his partners in bed. He gave and gave and gave and nothing was ever given back to him. Kurt was turning out to be the best gift the Universe had ever given him.
"Are you ready?" Kurt panted beneath him. Blaine leaned down and kissed his gift wetly while grabbing a hold of the condom.
"Definitely," Blaine smiled. He sat up and opened the condom package. He carefully slid it down on Kurt's cock, feeling the heat radiating through the thin latex. With little preamble, Blaine took told of Kurt's cock and lined himself up, the head pressing gently against his hole. He looked down at Kurt who could only nod his assurance. Blaine closed his eyes and sank down, letting Kurt fill him. He felt himself being opened up, being filled. It felt amazing.
He soon found himself with his ass flush against Kurt's hips. Blaine cried out in pleasure. It was so intense to be this full of someone else. No more lonely nights of his own fingers. No more people floating in and out of his life. He found his anchor.
"I feel amazing," Blaine said gloriously. Kurt's hands were running along his thighs, lightly stroking his cock, and rubbing his stomach gently. He pulled up a bit, Kurt sliding within him, then he sank back down. The slow tugging against his insides was making his body thrum with adrenaline. He needed to go faster, so faster he did. Kurt watched in awe as Blaine began to bounce vigorously on his cock, his own slapping against Kurt's stomach, leaving little droplets of pre-come. One of Kurt's hands let go of its clutch at Blaine's hips to grab a hold of his cock.
"Fuck, Blaine," Kurt moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck? Blaine, I can't? I can't?" Kurt's hand was flying on Blaine's cock, squeezing and pulling in time with Blaine's bounces.
"Come in me, Kurt," Blaine groaned, "Fuck, fill me, Kurt."
And that was it. Kurt came apart under Blaine, arching his back, driving his cock even deeper in Blaine. Blaine clenched down on Kurt's cock, trying to consume everything that was in him right now. His legs were starting to tire and he desperately wanted to come.
As if Kurt was reading his mind, he rolled them over and pinned Blaine to the mattress, holding his hands above his head. Kurt fucked Blaine hard, every thrust smacking Blaine's hips with a resounding slap. He felt so fucking amazing. He moaned wantonly, a warm pressure building in his spine. When Kurt leaned down and bit down on his ear, Blaine lost it. He came, hard, all over both of their chests. Kurt collapsed on top of Blaine, letting go of his wrists. Blaine's hands automatically came to rest at the swell of Kurt's ass because dear Lord, he loved that ass. Kurt gently pulled out and stripped himself of the condom. He let it drop onto the floor and returned back to lying atop Blaine.
"Fuck," Blaine cursed softly, "That was?"
"Don't make me come up with an adjective," Kurt breathed out, "None I choose will do that justice."
"I haven't felt that wonderful in a very long time," Blaine admitted.
"Which is clearly unfair," Kurt told him, "Because you deserve all of that. All the time. Speaking of all the time, let's do it again." Blaine laughed.
"In a minute."
"If I knew sex with you would be that fantastic the first time around, I would have jumped you the moment I met you."
"I almost did." Kurt sat up, rolling off Blaine a bit. One of his legs was still draped over Blaine's.
"Really?"
"Like I said, I thought you were amazing the first time I saw you."
"Ok, we need to find another adjective than amazing because amazing is losing its power."
"How about gorgeous?" Blaine suggested
"Nah."
"Beautiful?"
"We're more than that."
Then Blaine figured it out as he looked over at Luxray's empty bed.
"Electrifying."
Kurt's face lit up and he kissed Blaine resolutely.
"Perfect."
They lay there for a bit, soaking in the afterglow before Kurt broke the silence.
"Part of the contract says I'm to move into the gym house."
Blaine's heart dropped. Here he was, lying with the most beautiful, amazing man he had ever met and already being told that this was never to happen again.
"Yeah?" he asked simply, hoping his heartbreak wasn't obvious.
"It's a requirement for trainers who don't live locally," Kurt explained. But before Blaine could sigh his disdain for the contract rule, Kurt added, "But I told the official that I did live locally. That I had a place to live outside the gym."
Blaine's heart began to race.
"If you don't mind," Kurt began, sitting up a second to gaze at Blaine's face, "I'd like to live here with you as long as you'll have me." Blaine's skin sang as his heart began to slow down.
"I'll have you forever," Blaine replied.
Then Kurt kissed him. And all was well.
EPILOGUE
"Blaine!"
"No! Not yet!"
"Blaine, come on!"
"I can't find something to wear!"
Kurt burst into their room. He was already fully dressed, with a purple striped shirt under a gold and purple paisley vest.
"Here." Kurt plucked a light blue tee out of the drawer. "After thirteen years, I still don't understand how you can't dress yourself."
"Maybe it's because I want you to." Blaine kissed Kurt lightly on the lips. Kurt hummed contently.
"C'mon, we're going to be late for Quinn's baby shower," Kurt said as he grabbed Blaine's hand, their wedding bands clinking together softly.
"But Kurt?"
"You know you love Quinn."
"I do."
"And you love her husband."
"I do."
"And I'll let you stare at him all you want at the baby shower."
"Oh, does that mean fake angry sex when we get home?"
"It can, but it'll only happen if you come on!"
Blaine kissed Kurt again, passionately.
"Okay. I'm ready."
END.
Highest rating preferred: NC-17
Prompt(s) used:
1. "Everything" by Lifehouse
3. PokＮon
4. "Haiku" by Tally Hall
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