Chapter 1
The sun filters through a patrician in the curtains, casting the dark bedroom with a dim light. As I turn over, soft silk slips against my bare chest, relaxing me, pulling me further into peaceful sleep. But I can't. Today I go into the games. Today I have to protect Katniss Everdeen because we know I won't survive.
Sighing, I sit up, pressing the button on the remote that opens the curtains, and look out at the hundreds of people walking the streets of the Capitol. Suddenly, I resent them. They walk so calmly along pristine paths when they don't realise that real people are being slaughtered because of them. I pick up the remote and change the window to a golden-orange sunset, sick of seeing what's really beyond the glass.
As I stand up I realise that I never usually sleep topless. I'm not ashamed of my body, if anything I'm quiet proud of my frame. Nonetheless, I always sleep with a shirt on. As I walk I realise my pants are moist. I'm used to collecting sweat during the night, but this feels... Odd. I look down and see I have semen on my naval. Is it semen? I wipe some off with my finger, it smells like semen. I remember the many times I've tried my own in order to see what it tastes like. Was this going to taste the same? I never liked mine, it was too... Bitter? Salty? Either way I didn't like it that much. I put my wet forefinger on my tongue and saw that it did taste different. It has that (Bitter? Salty?) taste to it, but it's more subtle than mine. Could it have come from somebody else?
What are you doing, Peeta? This is ridiculous. You wake up after a wet dream and think you've slept with somebody. Just because you're desperate to suck cock doesn't mean that your imminent death gets you any. I use the rest of my fingers to eat the cum on me. I feel my penis start to firm. I stroke my semi-erect shaft through the thin fabric of my pants. Blood pulses into my dick until it hardens so much that it pulls on the elastic, trying to get out.
I grab the waistband and pull it over my boner, letting it swing out freely. I feel my foreskin as it recedes and the head gets bigger. I glide my fingers over the veins in my shaft. Then I'm grasping the end of my member and pulling it as far back as it will go until it gets painful, then pushing it forward again, releasing it, in a slow steady rhythm. I continue this, gradually increasing tempo, until I'm pumping hard and fast, letting moans escape under my breath. I feel my balls tingle, I pump faster, nearly there.
"cough cough," I hear from somewhere behind me. But I've already dumped my load on the black marble floor. I let out a small "ah..." as the pleasure washes over me. I turn around and see nobody is behind me, it must have come from the bathroom. I look back on the floor where my seed is spilled. The white really stands out against the black. I take my boxers off and drop them on the mess, using my foot to mop it up, my now flaccid penis flopping from side to side. All that's left is a smudge, not nearly as prominent.
I walk to the en-suite door, remembering that the cough came from inside there. And hear the shower running. Luckily, the doors in the Capitol open smoothly, without a squeak. Unlike the ones back home, made with rusty hinges.
Opening the door slightly, I look through the small crack. Somebody stands in the shower cubicle, their muscular figure blurred by the condensation on the glass. Through the steamy haze I can only see the person is male. Male. What is he doing here? I try not to think what is blatant. There has to be some other explanation as to why he's here. Naked, in my shower, when I should find somebody else's semen in my boxers. Oh no. The images are already in my head. Him straddling me. Stroking his hard penis. Dumping his load.
Are these images or memories? I try to remember but nothing solid comes to mind. I can imagine what happened, but that's different. Why can't I remember? I try to remember two days ago. Nothing. The last thing I can remember is... is... It's hard to find which memory was most recent, they're all a blur. And now I've slept with some guy who I don't even know. Did I even sleep with him?
His district must be relaxed about gay people. At the seam it's considered wrong to be gay, at least that's what my mother taught me. She always told me that you had to be a man to live in district 12, you had to be a man to work the mines and you had to be a man to have children. This would confuse me because aren't homosexuals men anyway? She would slap me across the face if I said that to her, the purple bruise on my cheek when I was seven years old a reminder. Of course, getting beatings from my mother wasn't unusual. She'd always find something I'd done wrong, burned bread, dirty dishes, like she got a kick out of hitting me. Nobody talked about it, not even my brothers, I had no clue if it was just me or them too. Sometimes I'd think I'd seen a bruise or black eye on them, but I dared not ask. I wanted to rebel, to get back at her. I didn't know how to that wouldn't get me another black eye, maybe a broken bone. I decided that if I saw a boy or man it would be okay to be attracted to him. It was my own little rebellion.
Realizing I'm standing naked I run to my wardrobe. I pull on fresh clothes and sprint out the door. Jogging downstairs I see Effie sitting at the table finishing a pain au chocolat. I grab a seat next to her and wolf down four sausages, a slice of toast and two cups of orange juice. After the third sausage she starts questioning my table manners, but I keep her at bay by telling her I need to gather strength. As important as that is, the real reason is that I'm eating quickly is because I want to leave before the guy finishes his shower and comes downstairs.
I stand up, hinting to Effie that I want to leave. She gets the message and leads me to the lift. We stand next to each other, facing what has been my home for the past few days, while Effie starts a lecture on the importance of finding food and shelter. How ignorant can she be? Haymitch had drilled into mine and Katniss' heads that we must find water first. I nod and agree with her, hoping to shut her up but that just makes her go more. Normally I'd be able to find a way of shutting her up, but my visitor has got my brain occupied otherwise.
Remembering she hasn't pressed the button already, Effie presses the only button higher than 12: the roof. On the other end of the floor, at the top of the stairs I see a foot stand on the top step. As the person descends I notice he has a tribal tattoo on his right ankle. I quickly distract Effie by asking why Katniss isn't here, while the doors close. She looks at me confused and doesn't reply for a long few seconds.
"Peeta, you're a Career," she says, as if it was obvious.
"I'm a what?"
A/N: Okay, so there it is. I hope you all enjoy. (review pleeeease and I'll give you love)