Hey guys, new story \o/ I've been thinking on writing a new one for a while, but I was afraid of not being able to have two stories at the same time, because I am a very slow writer. Except when I'm angry, apparently any type of work flow the hell out of me when I'm angry. But that's not the point.

This is my new story, I got the inspiration from a drabble I wrote like… a year ago. The concept is a little different for me, but, please be kind o/ Also, can't forget, Thank you mattieboi for being so patient, I know I can be a big pain in the ass XD

I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter 1

The sound of our skins colliding are getting more and more sporadic. His hand on my hips, pulling me with force to meet his. His hold on my hair getting tighter. And his manly grunts filling the room, only rivaled by my moans. I can't resist when he pounds me like this.

I have a side of my face buried in the pillow, one hand tight on the covers of the bed and the other pumping myself. My ass up in the air, my back arched down and using any conscience left to make my rear go up his cock even more. Just a little more.

"So fucking close." His movements getting harder.

"Then don't fucking sto-" It gets too much for me however, and I cum before him.

My whole body tightens as a reaction, but the best reaction comes next.

"Fuck, Peeta!"

With one strong push, he pounds me straight to the bed, spreading my legs and making me hump the covers wet with my cum. Grunting and growling, he shoots and fill me, and even when he can't seem to pound me, he still rides his orgasm in me, waving our bodies until he finally comes out and falls to my side.

"Damn fine ass." He says, whistling after.

"You betcha."I can't stop myself from biting my lips. I love lingering on the feeling of him filling me.

"Why do you have to go again?" He says, between pants and a victorious smile.

"Do I really have to tell you again?" He asked me this a million times. I don't want to think about the moving. Usually, I don't mind explaining it, but I just want to fuck and feel good for crying out loud, is that too much to ask for?

"You have to remind me why is my cock being rejected and left all alone."

I look into his greys eyes and he gives me puppy eyes. "Urgh, fine." I throw my head back and headbutt the pillow before continuing. "My dad is moving and I'm going with him."

"That's not the whole story." He slaps my ass and I yelp in surprise.

"That's because you know the whole story." His hand starts to massage me.

"But I still want it to stay." He gives a lustful look at my ass, then a sad look at me.

"Oh, thank you very much. I had no idea my hole was more important than me. You know, the human being." I can't argue much though, he knows exactly how to make my hole happy, so, why should I be mad he loves it? "Your oldest and best frie-"

"Fuck." He cuts me, a sly smile on his face.

I gasp, feigning hurt, and give a light slap on his shoulders, making the two of us laugh. "Anyway, I told you I can't leave my dad like that in such a stressful moment. Besides, I already got a place at the Uni there. Can't back out now." I take a look at him and he is still eyeing the ass his hands are on, but his head is down, looking almost… disheartened. A finger starts to play with my entrance and my eyes roll back. Damn, I'm starting to get hard again. "And I doubt you'll stay dry for long. Grey eyes, nice body, brooding look. You're too handsome and too male to be left alone."

He stops his hand and leaves it over my butt. "Oh really? You think I'm handsome and male? Well, that's good to kno-" That is it. I can't take it anymore, why is he always asking about it if he knows I don't want to talk about it. Something has to be done.

"You know what else is in a stressful moment?" I cut him, before he can continue. Taking one of my hands over to his, I push his middle finger in me. "Would you be so kind to work the stress out?" My hole twitching just by having something inside it again.

"Well…" His face being covered by the lustful haze that makes him fuck me so well. "You do know how I feel about your ass filled with me."

"Mmhmmmmm." I let out a moan when he starts moving his finger, easily putting two in.

He moves behind me, hard and ready for more. "Peeta…" My ass humping back to his fingers, hungry and greedy for more. The muscles of my thighs and ass already having little spams, knowing full well what will come.

I talk one more time before he put the third finger. "Come on Gale, just do it."

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"Come on Peeta, just do it." I tell myself.

I can't believe how messy this stupid room is. It has been weeks I have been here in the Capitol, why do I still have so many boxes in my room.

"Argh!" I kick one of them. "Where are my clothes?! Daaaaad!" I run to the door of my room.

"What is it, Peeta?" I can hear him from downstairs. A bakery slash house has surprisingly good acoustics when the doors are open. I hope it doesn't become a problem.

"I lost all my clothes, my only hope is to buy more." I yell in fake despair.

"You obviously have clothes or else you'd be wearing nothing all this time." He starts to come up to the second floor. "I told you to unpack right after we got here, now you have to bear the consequences."

My father is very much like me. Ashy blonde hair, blue eyes, although mine are clearer, and stocky built. Well, stocky now, thankfully after the divorce he got a few pounds more. And even though the last time I lived in a house/bakery was when I was really young, I definitely don't mind waking up to the smell of bread. Which reminds me, I still need to thank him for letting me free of work from now on, with the exception of when he needs me.

"Daaaad."

"What?"

"Thank you so much, you're the best dad of the world!" I run up to him and give the biggest hug. He hugs me back a sweet warmth spreading. "Hmmm, scones."

"No."

I look up to him. "No scones?"

"No new clothes. But thank you." He ruffles my hair and goes back to work.

"But daaaaad, the paaarty!" I see him waving without turning. "Dammit." I turn once again to my room and give a little push at the closest box with my foot.

This is the first party of the semester I will be able to go, I need to make a good impression. I can't stand fingering myself any longer.

Sitting on the floor, I start to look at the contents of the boxes.

I should have woken up Gale before leaving, we could have done it again. Stupid boy didn't even try to contact me ever since I got here. No friend, no fuck buddy, no family, if I don't count my dad, not even acquaintances, it has been me and Gale for such a long time, I completely forgot how I don't have any idea how to be with other people. That and the fact that I had to help my father on these first weeks of moving, made me a loner.

However, everything is changing. My father found help, also known as Mrs. Everdeen, and I can go out now. This party is the beginning. I will find someone to fill me, maybe even talk to others. Yes, definitely looking forward to it.

"Skinny jeans!" I shout in surprise. Running to my mirror, putting the jeans on and I look at myself. I turn around. "Nice."

This is a good sign, I just know it. I go back to looking for more.

I can get something simple, with the jeans showing the amazing ass I have, I don't need much else. I hope there is enough people at the party. From what I heard it is the departments of some courses that raised the money to it. In this case, the creative ones, like art, design, textiles, anything like that. It is a good thing I am an art student, it seems like this type of parties happens a lot and I can find someone from another course.

Standing up and going to the mirror again, I try a t-shirt I found. It's very simple and white, the catch being that the fabric is thin enough to be able to see the shadow of my nipples, even more when they are hard. And I know this is the last thing I need.

Then I proceed to take them all off me, so I can take a shower get ready and put them back on. I may love the smell of bread, but maybe it is not one of the sexiest smell ever. When I finish, I run downstairs. "Dad. I'm ready."

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I never thought it would be this bad. I am lonely, drinking beer, sitting on a small brick wall near the open air canteen, and there are so many people. I know that various department joined in to make this happen, but I don't even know where to begin. I also find oddly frustrating that I don't remember the face of any of my classmates.

I have been here for almost an hour, and the only thing I accomplished, is getting tipsy.

"Peeta!"

The unknown voice dazes me, making me look for the source. That is until I see yellow curls jogging towards me.

"You came, I can't believe it." She says, sitting next to me.

She puts one hand between us, on the wall, leans on it and looks at me. Her face is not completely unfamiliar, I think she is in some classes with me, but I don't remember talking to her. She keeps looking at me. How does she known my name? This is weird, she is not talking anymore, maybe I should say something. But what if she is thinking on what to say? Is this some kind of evaluation?

After what it feels like an eternity of her staring at me, I decide to speak up.

"Hi."

"Ooh, you spoke. Good." She straightens herself. "You never talk in class and always leave early, what's up with that?" I open my mouth to answer, but she beats me to it. "By the way, I'm Delly. I can see just by looking at our face you have no idea who I am. We take drawing and painting together." She raises her hand and I shake it.

"How do you know my name?"

"I looked for it, obviously. Is this the first party you come? I haven't seen you in others."

"Just moved, so…unpacking, getting the house ready." Why does she want to know so much?

"Nice. Any girlfriend back home? Or boyfriend?"

"Not really". Gale's just a friend, and we are so far away, it is not like we can do anything. Is she always like this? Maybe she knows a lot of people because of it. This can help me. She can help me. "No one, but, I do am looking for someone." It is hard for me to admit it, but my first is Gale and I have been doing with him since then, I don't know how to find the right people. "A boy."

"Oh my god, I knew it! I've seen how some guys have looked at you, especially your ass." She nudges me with her shoulder. "Can't blame them, with you showing you assets the way you're doing, they have to look at it." She starts to cackle at her own words.

She might be slightly crazy. I hope it is just the alcohol in her. "You seem like someone who knows a lot of people."

Delly gasps in delight. "Thank you, I'm simply such a sweetheart. Also I need to start making contacts now, 'amiright'?" She raises one of her legs and shows me her shoes. "This is my dream, making the best and hottest shoes ever, I love…."

"Mmhmm, yeah. You told me you saw how the boys looked at me."

"And still does, you ladykiller, or should I say, gentlemenkiller?" She is nudging me with her elbow non stop.

God give me strength. "Yeah, the boys, you wouldn't know who they are, would you?"

"Yeeah." She says, in a matter of fact.

"Why don't we talk about them, huh?"

"Ooh, gossiping? I'm on it." She then changes, sitting straight, and entering a 'battle mode' Delly. "The boy near the bar, bronze skinned, nice body, bronze hair."

Just looking at him makes me feel happy. "Mmhmm."

"That's Finnick, he studies literary arts here. Stories, poems, songs, all love themed, he's a player. He swims, so great stamina. I saw him checking your behind, you may have a chance, but half the girls and boys want him, so… Good luck. Although, if you do try him, I'll be rooting for you." She clicks her tongue and points at me with her hand in a gun formation.

Out of the question, too much trouble for someone who will not want to be a regular.

"Okay, next one then. Do you see the jock-like group being noisy? The big one, Gloss. He takes fashion, like his sister. Don't really like his stuff, much like himself. Self-absorbed and so stupid. Hot as hell though. Totally bit his lip when you were coming to this place with your beer. He's not out though, so you'll be his secret if you go to him."

Promising, I think this one is taking the lead for now.

"Now, this one is still looking so… the one leaned on the wall. Blond, blue eyes. That's Cato."

He is big, like he can totally dominate me. Already on the first place.

"He is taking, sculpture and metal making. Hot body and very strong and you can guess."

This is just getting better.

"A fucker though, he'll just want to fuck you and that's all. No boyfriend material."

Here we have the winner.

"Sad reall-"

I am walking in his direction, not even letting Delly finish. The excitement making my skin feels goosebumps and hardening my nipples. He definitely notices it, because when I look at said blue eyes, I see something very familiar. Something that only confirms it, he is what I need.