But Cato had his eyes on the built 17 year old boy. His hair swept neatly to the left, his jaw set in the perfect way. As the little group from 12 left, Cato tried to pull away from his mentor and stylist, wanting to have a word with the boy on fire.
However, they insisted on talking on and on about how the districts will finally see a pair of gods, hence the Greek god armor.
Clove smirked as she looked in Cato's direction. Seeing the blond from 12. "I know you want him." She said quietly. Cato quickly glared at Clove as she stood in all her glory. And Cato knew that she was right. "So what if I do?" He replied, crossing his arms. "We're going to have to kill him sooner or later." She shrugged. Cato shook his head. "Don't say that.." He muttered, walking away, his stylist following him.
Cato stared at the ceiling as Clove slept in the single bed next to him. Of course Cato couldn't sleep, the boy on fire was on his mind since the parade.
Finally, he climbed out of bed and headed to the elevator on his floor. He pressed the button and the elevator shot down, he walked in and pressed the button with the number 12 on it. His heart beat accelerated as the numbers went higher and higher. When he was finally at the 12th floor, he almost sprinted out to find the boy.
And there he was.
Sitting with his knees to his chest, looking out the window. Cato straighten out his shirt and walked over the boy. Peeta quickly looked over to Cato and smirked a little. "Can't kill tributes before the Games." Cato rolled his eyes and went to sit across from him on the ledge. "I'm not here for that."
Peeta looked at Cato, who was staring at him back, smiling and a little flustered. "You looked great at the tribute parade, I couldn't stop thinking about you." He admitted.
Peeta shrugged. "I liked your gold armor too." He looked down into his lap, blushing slightly. Cato smirked. "I know I was awesome." Peeta laughed, looking back up at Cato through his eyelashes. "So? You can't just be here to tell me that I looked good. There are always strings attached." Cato shook his head, leaning closer to Peeta and putting a hand on the nape of the boy's neck. "No strings attached." He whispered, as he connected their lips together.
Peeta pulled away slightly out of surprise but reconnected them again, Cato's free hand lacing their fingers together and Peeta's hand at Cato's nape. Cato pulled away and grinned, his thumb grazing on the boy's lower lip. "Your lips were perfect.." He sighed, his hand sliding into the other's hair. Peeta's face heated up and Cato laughed, getting up and going to leave. "Wait!" Peeta said, his hand reaching out to Cato.
Cato turned around to have Peeta cup his face and kiss him once more, the little boy on his toes to kiss the taller one. "Will we see each other again?" He asked, his head against Cato's chest. Cato smiled and wrapped his arms around the smaller figure. "Of course, we'll meet here tomorrow night, okay?" Peeta pulled away and nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow.." He whispered, smiling and walking away back to his room.
When Cato heard the soft click of a door closing, he sighed, grinning to himself.