Chapter Three
I woke up with a knock on the door. Now, a golden light entered through the glass, and it blinded me a little. I turned on the bed, directing myself towards the door, but hit a mass of something that lay unexpectedly by my side. That's when I remembered last night's events. The kiss, the confession, the cuddling. My cheeks turn warm and red, and I pray that Sam isn't awake. When I look at his face, his eyes are closed shut, but his generous lips, otherwise, are parted, and, in a cute way, drooling. I get down from the bed and run lightly to the door, and in comes one of the Avoxes servants to change the towels in the bathroom and any other service she's supposed to do. I don't stay in the room long enough to see it. I shake Sam a little so he can wake up, but it seems like he's a heavy sleeper, so I do it a little harder. Once he's half awake, I grab his hand and some random clothes in the closet and pull him to his chambers. Once we're in, I feel relieved that it wasn't Emma or Will that came in. I can't even imagine the look on their faces.
When I turn myself from the door to talk to Sam, I see him lying on the bed once again. I have to shake him a few times until he's fully awake. "Sam, you slept in my room, and an Avox girl saw us when she entered the room. I think she's still there, so I'm taking a shower here, ok?" I could see the confusion on his face.
"Okay, Kurt… What time is it?" He grabbed the clock-thing with digital numbers on it. 7:20 AM. It was time for breakfast. I entered the bathroom and closed the doors. His showers and decoration were identical to mine, and I couldn't help feeling marveled at it. The walls had this bright glow once you set the lights on, and I can't even describe the showers. There were jets of steaming water everywhere, and each had a different color that made the bath look like a rainbow dance. Now finished, I walked outside, just to find a shirtless Sam. As much as I wanted to, I was unable to divert my look from his defined body. His skin was somehow silky, and pale – and I assume that the reason for it was that the Plower job demanded them to plow before the sun; that's when the earth is at it' best for the work – and, as he put the shirt on, I could see the movement of his stone muscles. From within my spine, I felt a heat arousing on my entrails, and the warmth reached my cheeks in seconds. More time of this beautiful sight was given, it would've reached other inappropriate places, but my view was stopped when the mud-green shirt was on its place.
The fat lipped boy turned around, and I noticed his hair was wet. He then started "Hey, Kurt, I took the liberty of taking a shower in your bathroom, since the Avox girl wasn't there anymore" And then, he probably noticed the tomato face I had. "Hey… what's up with the flushing cheeks?" Sam teased.
I opened my mouth to say something back, but words just wouldn't come. The other shortened the distance between us and, before I noticed, the only thing in front of us was my hands, holding the clothes I used the night before. "Why the red face? Are you… shy because of this?" He passed his hands on his abdomen slowly. I could feel I was losing it the moment I dropped the clothing. I stood there with my mouth half-opened.
"Wanna touch it?" Sam took my hands with his large ones and placed them on his hard belly. I could feel it; the fabric of the t-shirt, the warmth of his skin underneath it, and somewhere inside me it felt as if a volcano was bursting. The room became smaller and sharply hotter. I unconsciously bit my lip, as to show him the desire that consumed me. The breaths of air couldn't fill my lungs anymore, and I was able to hear my uneven breathing that now mixed with his, for the distance between he and I was shortened. The volume inside my pants now hurt from the little space, and as if knowing so, Sam dragged my hands lower, and lower, until they reached the strap of his trousers. Without consent, my fingers traced a line in there, and touched the soft skin of his abdomen. When I looked up, I saw the smirk on his full red lips. This boy could exert some kind of trance on me. His pale green eye had a strength that rendered me powerless. I swallowed dry the little saliva in my mouth and pushed him with the few force I had left in my body in order to stay in control.
"We… We have to eat breakfast. Come on" These words left my lips with the rest of breath I had in me. I ran towards the door and didn't look behind.
On the table, I could barely look up, focusing on the colorful plate of food I had in front of me. The scene from a few minutes ago was still burning in my head, and the boner was still noticeable in my pants. There was a lot going on now, and the last thing I needed was one teaser Sam Evans mocking me with his more than delicious abs.
After we finished breakfast, there was a surviving tips time with Will, which took longer than I expected. I didn't know half of these, and I'm not sure that knowing them now will make me survive through the first days of games. We were also told to try and captivate the Capitol people; that it would be the only way of getting us things we need inside the Arena. When the talking is over, it's about 4 in the afternoon, and we're nearing the big city. A few minutes later, the windows go dark, and I could see Emma's excitement for being back home. Home… This word made me sad, made me think about dad, how it must've been the first day without me there. I shook the thought away. Soon, the tunnel we had been riding on ended, and both Sam and I rushed to the window to see the legendary Capitol. The place where the powerful people that made us suffer our entire lives were in. When we got to the station, it was full with colorful and inhuman, although pretty, people. There were flashes and cameras everywhere, since the Tribute's arrival is the beginning of all the fuzz here. Of course, 9 wasn't the most expected, but still, we were tributes. Saying like this, it was almost a good thing to be.
We were taken directly to the Remake Center. My prep team treated me very well, and when they were done ripping hair from places I didn't even know I had and coating me with a weird and green liquid that made my skin itch, they even told me I was pretty. Pretty, and not handsome. It annoyed me sometimes how people tended to give me feminine qualities; it's not like I've chosen it, to be more alike with a girl than a boy. After the rough job was over, it was turn for my stylist, Holly Holliday, to prepare me for the Tribute Parade. Holly was a very beautiful woman, and also her presence could be noted easily, even amongst the colorful people from the Capitol. She wore a golden wig, with golden props all over her shiny and golden dress. And, even with all her bright, she was a nice woman. The amber stylist told us her look was to match ours, and that, since our district product was grain, she had prepared an especial clothing, made with wheat. At first, I thought the idea was sort of crazy, but when I got to wear it, it looked quite beautiful. My reflection in the mirror chanced so drastically since three days ago that I barely recognized myself. As my prep team had placed it, I looked pretty.
During the Chariot Ride, our clothing was one of the most noticeable, amongst the ones from 1, 2 and 4, obviously. It was funny how they always, every year, got the attention from everyone. But, this year, thanks to Holliday, we were able to stand out as well. Once all the chariots were gathered in a semi-circle in front of President Snow himself, he got up from his seat and walked to the balcony; his menacing face now showing in all the screens.
"Welcome, tributes. We salute your courage and your sacrifice, and we wish you happy 69th Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor" as he finished, with his deep and known voice, the chariots moved forward, and we were taken to Emma and Will. His dark appearance had somehow diminished, and hers was as colorful as always. She took us to the 9th floor due to our district number, and we arrived at a beautiful apartment, with fancy and probably expansive decorations. Emma wouldn't stop talking about which artist painted which frame, and who made that chair, or that sofa, and soon, we were taken to our rooms. Mine was yet another huge one, with an even bigger bed. I wondered if here in the Capitol they had to sleep together with their whole family, or it was just another one of their unending luxuries. Most likely, the second choice, I thought. The chandelier above my bed was another remarkable asset of my room. It had hundreds of lights and crystals, and I was mesmerized by looking into it.
After dinner, we were told that, in the morning, we would be sent to the training area, and for the next four days, we would learn survival skills, how to handle weapons, and, in the end, the Gamemakers would analyze us and give us a score, from 1 to 12. Tired, I went to my room after saying goodnight. A few moments later, I heard a knock.
"Come in" I said, while lying on my enormous bed. The figure of the blonde boy appeared, and I was startled by his voice. "Kurt, I wanna apologize for earlier today…" He really seemed apologetic, and, besides, I wasn't even mad at him. It actually made me think that, perhaps, yes, I'd loved Sam in a different way from the beginning, and that I was just too concerned with the work at 9, and starvation, and my dad, and the fact that I like boys over girls to notice it.
"You don't need to apologize, Sam… It was I that gave you an opening for doing so, maybe…" I said. The warmth on my cheeks was there once again, and for a second I thanked the dim light that illuminated my room.
"Can I lay down with you, then?" He asked sheepishly. I nodded with my head, and he came and sat by my side on the bed. I wondered if I should tell him what I'd just figured out, and since we were most likely going to have a bloody death in a few days, why shouldn't I?
"Sam, I have to tell you something…" I said, and he then looked into my eyes.
"What is it?" He asked, and I continued.
"Yesterday, when you came into my room… I was actually leaving to visit yours… I wanted to know why, all of a sudden, you stopped talking to me…" I said, without looking up.
"So… Is there a problem with that?" He said, puzzled.
"And, what I mean to say is that, you've always been on my mind, Sam… And, I… I realized something…"
"What is it?" I could feel he knew it already, but being the teaser I knew he was, he was going to let me say it.
"I… I think I love you. Since always. I always did, and before, I was just too busy worrying if I was going to eat at night to realize it… And, well, that's…" But, before I could finish saying my 'it', the boy held my face with his big hands and crashed his lips into mine. This time, I deliberately retrieved it.
His tongue was once again hot and wet against mine, but now there was a strong, yet smooth dance between them. His right hand left my face to hold my lower back; the heat took over me, and when I noticed, he was on top of me, my legs around his waist, and my hands on his strong back and blonde hair. The amber locks fitted in the middle of my finger as if designed to be there; his scent dominated my nostrils and empowered me beneath him; his hands searched my body. Soon, our lips were swollen and red, and humid from the kisses and smooth bites on the lower lips. The erection in my pants barely fit my underwear, and my sex was now dripping from pleasure. I felt his hand under my shirt, and next thing I knew was that it was lying besides me. Now shirtless, I felt more vulnerable than before. Sam took his own off, and I could see, in the low light, his perfect muscles move under his skin. He leaned in, and whispered in my ear "I love you" before starting another wet kiss; his generous mouth felt marvelous against mine. Suddenly, I sensed a hand on my nipple, and a shiver went down my spine. I pushed the big-lipped boy closer with my legs, and was surprised at the size of the volume that had built inside his pants. When I did so, he pushed into me and groaned. I've never been with anyone in this intimacy, and I can admit I was, in a way, scared. But it felt so good, and Sam was my friend, so I decided to go on.
The blonde started kissing and sucking down through my neck, and then my chest, and my abdomen, leaving a trail of red spots on my pale skin. He stopped by my trousers, and held tight my erection. I let out a groan, and it was perhaps too loud, but I didn't care. He continued holding there, and said, with a tempting voice.
"Do you want me to continue?" He sounded like the devil making offers to a holy man; an offer I couldn't resist. I nodded, and he then opened my pants, relieving my hard sex. He grabbed it with one hand, and put it on his mouth, slowly. It was wet, and warm, and Sam's mouth was so delicious that I could barely contain myself. He sucked on it softly, than faster, and the pleasure only expanded. Removing all my clothing, he then placed a finger in his mouth, alongside with my erection. Taking the finger out, he placed it on top of my ring and slowly massaged it. I can't possibly describe the pleasure I felt, but it looked as if my body would disintegrate, and it would only be one tribute from 9 left. Suddenly, he started to push the finger in, and pain took place dominated my entrails, living a burning sensation. Sam moved his finger inside of me, and the fire soon became pleasure once again. Unconsciously, I started to move my hips on his hands, and sweat ran down my forehead.
The boy removed the finger suddenly from me, and fully undressed. There, in front of me, was the image of a perfect God, marble-like in the dim light of my room. He leaned closer, kissed me and whispered once again "Kurt, I love you" And then, I felt his sex on my ring. " But I'm afraid I'll hurt you…"
I didn't let him finish, for I pulled him into me and whispered on his ear. "Consume-me" It was all it took for Sam to thrust himself into me. He was long, and thick, and it hurt as if I was being killed in the Arena. He stood inside, without moving, and whispered into my mouth amidst the loving kisses. After a while, he started to thrust again, and the pain had diminished. It soon transmuted into pleasure. His body was now dripping with sweat, and little cold droplets fell on my skin. His hair was wet, and I removed it from his forehead a few times. His movements were slow and soft, and then rough and fast; between us there was an epicenter of pleasure. He held into my sex, and stroked it lightly. A moment later, I could feel he reached a spot within that made me lose the little control I had left, and after a second, or a minute - I couldn't know, because time became something minimal - a wave of sheer pleasure washed us, and he fell on top of me.
Although his body was muscular, it wasn't heavy, and we stayed there for some time, just holding each other. We, then, headed to the showers, and afterwards, both were so tired that we fell on the bed. From that moment on, I lost consciousness.
Author's Note: Hey guys, I hope you're liking the story. I'm trying to be as faithful to the books as possible. About the smut parts of this chapter, they weren't originally meant to happen now, but I started writing the kiss scene, and I sorta let myself go, and it all came out. Well, I'm not even sorry for them, though. Anyways, I'll try to update as soon as I can, and if you will, please let me know in the reviews what are you thinking so far.