After all the hype, caught up in the excitement of making his first Olympics, with the articles and Victor's stories, Chris had expectations.

The condoms sitting on his bedspread have met exactly one of them: being free.

But they're not decorated with Olympic rings. They don't come in different colors. They don't taste like victory, or anything else. Chris has seen plenty more exciting ones in the safer-sex campaigns he volunteers for. There's nothing that makes them memorable.

He'll have to chide Victor later for not warning him. At least they are free, and plentiful enough even for his dreams.

A/N: Written for a nonny who wanted fic inspired by Adam Rippon's video about the Olympic condoms.