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I walked through the front door to be welcomed by an aroma of sweet cinnabuns and fresh flour.

"Hey son, how was your first day?" I could tell that he was apprehensive about asking that question. I mean I was cursing them out yesterday so...

"It...it was really nice actually. I mean a few assholes here and there, but I already met friends, so it's all good so far." I give him a reassuring smile to say that's all okay.

"That's great! No one is saying names right? I mean I could always come in and-"

"NO. I mean, it's alright no one has said anything, no one knows that I'm gay yet."

"Oh okay, but if and when you tell them and they say anything, make sure lifting those bags of flour were well worth your time." My dad. The only one that I feel understands me. I mean mom is fine with me being gay, but I can tell that she'd rather have a straight son and the possibility of children. It's weird I always thought it would be the opposite, but whatever way it turned out, I'm happy that they understand me. Actually I was terrified to tell my parents that I was gay since I was most certain that they would kick me out, but I didn't have to tell them. They found out.

Back when I was 15 I brought home a guy friend. Just wait, that's not the "cliché" moment yet. So we played video games in my room and my parents were just downstairs serving customers. I wasn't working because although I'm an employee of a family business, there's enough of us to have days off. So back to the cliché moment of coming out. Me and my friend, Jordan, who I haven't talked to in forever, had just finished round of multi-player in Uncharted, when suddenly Jordan flicks the controller from both of our hands, straddles me and devours my face. That was the cliché moment. I knew I was gay before this and I haven't told anyone, but even then I was shocked because I never knew Jordan was gay too. I just have a dysfunctional gaydar, is all. Jordan was cute though, so I wasn't complaining. He was the star of the soccer team and had more muscles than the normal pre-teen. This is probably why I never considered him gay, since he was too cute to be gay. Either way I was too shocked that I didn't even notice that the door was opened and my dad was standing there. According to my dad, I was "pretty into it." Oh God. So that night I had a long talk with them about it and it was pretty awkward because I haven't planned on coming out for another 2 years. Either way my mom wasn't accepting at first, she cried the whole night. My dad on the other hand was fine. My brothers were just confused, but they didn't care. In their minds it was more of "less fights to get a girl" thing. Fast forward a month and my mom has left from her sulk period and came to me and said, "I love you, no matter what." She gave me hug, which is weird because she doesn't do that often, but then jokingly she said, "Are you sure you're gay?" I just looked at her and we returned to what finally seemed normal. Story time is over.

"But I did meet a really cute boy, though."

"Oh, was he nice?"

"Yeah, and I told him that I could teach him how to paint or bake, so is it okay if he comes here sometime?" My dad wasn't really strict, but sometimes he has his moments.

"Yeah, sure, just don't make a lot of noise."

"Dad! I didn't mean that, I literally meant teach him how to paint or bake." I can't believe he just implied that.

"I'm just saying, whatever you're baking or painting, don't make a mess." I am in shock. I can't even respond other than a chuckle of disbelief. "Okay son, I gotta go to the grocery to get more milk and eggs, I'll see in a few."

"Okay Dad see ya." I'm not facing the door way, but I know he left when I hear the chime on the door jingle from the swing of the door.

I go up to my room and am still somewhat rattled at what Gale said to me right before he zoomed off.

"Whatever you do just...stay away from Cato, okay?"

I guess I understand that he's a bad kid and Gale is just trying to protect me, but anyone with a brain would know not to get on Cato's bad side, so this feels more serious. There was such urgency in his Gale's voice, as if he was pleading for my confirmation that I would stay away. Like he was desperate. It was as if he knew something I didn't. And I don't know if I want to know.

I decided to let it go for now since I couldn't really get an answer from him since I don't have his phone number, so I just started to do my homework until I was called down for dinner.

I walk towards the brick oven and put the bread inside the fiery pit, but once I put it in my breath hitches as I feel a warm breath against my neck. I freeze as a warm hand glides up my torso to find it's destination at my nipples that are at attention and awake. The other hand finds itself over the front of my gym shorts slowly caressing and stroking my member through the material. I groan out of pleasure and frustration for the fact that I'm being held against the warm bricks near the oven, not knowing who my intruder is. He turns me over and holds my arms up to the ceiling and I am now staring at his grey eyes again. We don't say a word, all of what we need to say is in our eyes. Want. Desire. Pure Passion. He leans forward and I feel his soft lips against mine. I can feel his tongue glide against my lips asking for entrance and I give in. I let our tongues dance, swirling and tasting the saliva that we have to offer each other. It's addictive. All I want to do is brush my hand through his tousled hair, but I can't with his hands on my arms as restraint. I could fight back, but I'm too intoxicated by the lust to even care. I let him take me there.

I whimper as our lips lose contact. He lets go of my arms only to pull off my shirt to reveal to him my toned body that is drenched in hot sweat from all the heat from the oven. He stares only for so long before wanting to attack my neck and travel down my chiseled stomach, licking with his expert tongue. The only sound I can emit is a series of drawn out moans and his name in the process. He doesn't stop as he unbuckles my belt, unbuttons and unzips my jeans, and pulls them down in a swift manner. He examines the hard meat that is under my boxers and places kisses on it though the thin material. He lowers my boxers inch by inch, until finally my throbbing member is free of it's restraints and is dribbling pre-cum. He catches the drops of the clear liquid before the fall to the ground and licks his lips in the most seductive way possible. He starts off slow by using the tip of his tongue to trace from the base to the tip of my cock. When he reaches the tip, he holds the base of my cock firmly in his hand and plays with the tip with his tongue, swirling and lapping up the never ending pre-cum. All I can do is surrender to his expertise and finally I let him take me all the way as he engulfs my cock all the way down to the base. I take the back of his head and make him deepthroat me for as long as possible as I feel his tongue teasing the tip of penis, flicking it over the hole of my dick, making me scream out of pleasure. He pulls out and bobs back and forth, using nothing but his mouth. His mouth vibrates bringing me to edge of my climax. He keeps sucking, until I finally blow the thick creamy substance, jet after jet, into his warm, wet mouth. He only obliges and swallows ever single drop, even squeezing and sucking my dick with his mouth to get every little white pearl. There is still some cum on and in his mouth and he lets me have a taste. His lips leave and when I open my eyes to take in what has happened, he is gone.

I jolt myself awake, my face stuck to a page on a textbook, only to realize that my underwear is drenched in a sticky substance. Damn, a wet dream. And what was worse is that it was about Gale. A guy that I'm pretty sure is not gay.

I hate having wet dreams because it reminds me of what I don't have in my life right now, which is a love life. Don't get me wrong, I'm not an innocent person who hasn't done anything with a guy. I've done a lot. I'm not even a virgin, but it wasn't with someone I cared about so, I feel bad sometimes knowing that I should have waited for the right guy to come along.

I switch out my underwear for a new pair and my nose picks up the aroma of homemade bread and savory ham. I know we're having panini's tonight. I walk downstairs to find my family waiting for me with food in their mouths. I see my hot panini waiting for me and I sit in my chair and devour the panini in less than a minute. That was short-lived.

"So how was school, Peeta?" My mom asked this time.

"It was good, nothing special." I got up to get a glass of water and to make another panini for myself because I felt awkward being the first one to finish eating.

"I heard that you met a nice boy." I almost choked on my water that I started coughing violently.

"Dad!" My dad just shrugged, but I know with his face looking away he is smirking. "Yes, I met a nice boy, but he's just a friend."

"Well either way, he's welcomed to come here." My parents both nodded and smiled, I loved it when they were like this. They genuinely cared for what I felt, I guess I'm just lucky to have my parents. Except it was still annoying how they keep thinking I have a secret agenda in mind. "What's his name?"

"Gale." I don't notice it at first, but the ends of my lips tilt upwards and it wouldn't go away till I went to sleep.


It's been two weeks since my first day of school and I'm really warming up to it. Although the occasional douche bag does annoy me, I let it go and act more mature than they could ever be. I haven't told anyone I was gay yet, mostly because I didn't really think it was that important, if they figure it out they figure it out, if they don't then it's whatever. I never confronted Gale about why he was so apprehensive about me being near Cato because I felt that it would create a separation from us since I'm delving too much into his personal life. I didn't want to lose him, so I'll just wait once we established a stable friendship.

It was lunch and I was chowing down some chicken fingers and some tots, while discussing about the topic of couples at the school.

"Oh my god, Literally Lauren and Josh, every time I look over to see the other side of the room, saliva is being swapped and it sometimes gets everywhere else." Katniss hated most couples at this school and I couldn't agree more. They're all horny teens just waiting for the bell to pounce and fuck. I mean not that I'm not horny, but I at least maintain and contain.

"Yeah I know, I like Lauren and I like Josh, but together they need like a wall that follows them around because I'm pretty sure doing physics they just go to one of the closets and fuck for the period. I mean we wouldn't even notice because it's so loud in the classroom." Finnick added in receiving comments ranging from "gross" to "disgraceful." I look down to see that my tots were disappearing faster than what I took in, only to realize a hand snatching one away to my right.

"Hey!" I grasp his wrist as his right before the tot reaches his mouth, but I failed as he flicks his hand to toss it in his mouth. "Get your own tots." I feign hurt and pout.

"Oh..but your tots taste so good." He gives me those puppy dog eyes and I give in once again. But I can't get over how seductive, yet sweet he just said that. I take a tot only to shove it in his mouth. He takes it only to mock the fact that he has the tater tot and I don't. I stick my tongue at him in defiance.

"Aww...see that would be a cute couple." Everyone at our table is now staring at us with fake expressions of adoration.

"Shut up." I say with a chuckle, but Gale only sits with a hurt expression on his face.

"Gale, we were just kidding." Rue coos at him, but he won't have it.

"Whatever." He picks up the remainder of his lunch and walks out.

"What's up with him? It was only a joke." I ask with pure curiosity.

"He's incredibly homophobic. Like anytime we mention anything that could relate him to being gay he changes personas and shuts off." My eyes were shocked in horror. He hates gay people. He will hate me. "We honestly don't care because, truthfully, we think this school needs a first gay couple. I mean we are the only people who aren't homophobic from the whole school." The whole school is homophobic? That's great to know. My face has turned sullen and a frown has misplaced the smile that I had when I was "fighting" with Gale for the tot. "What's wrong, Peeta?" Katniss asked.

Should I tell them? I mean they did say they didn't care and was actually hopeful for more gay people. Except, what if they tell Gale? And then he never talks to me again. I don't want to lose him, but he'll find out eventually since I stare at his body in gym class half the time. And what's even worse is that the whole school might ridicule me. I mean I never really cared for anyone in particular, but having the school throwing death threats isn't something I'd like to welcome. "Guys...it's nothing." They didn't say anything else and we continued eating, without Gale next to me eating my tot's.


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