Chapter 7: Power & Control
Peeta stands in his room, dressing slowly. 8 o'clock is rapidly approaching, but he can't seem to take his mind off the information Glimmer had dealt him just a few hours earlier. Peeta pulls on a pair of black shorts, a light blue shirt that hugs his body in all the right places, and his favorite "cosmic" vans, a pair of slip ons that features pictures of stars and the universe. He stands to examine himself in the mirror, recalling and tracing the bruises that once lined his body. Peeta touches his lips, smiling at how much has changed since the first time Cato had kissed him. A knock at the door signals the taller blonde's arrival. Peeta runs down the stairs toward the back door where his father has beaten him to the punch. The door swings open to reveal Cato, a vision in the moon light. The blondes soft grey t-shirt clings to him like a second skin, three parallel buttons hang open just under his neck. Cato's blue jeans signify his real country boy attitude, and the boots he adorns don't help.
"Ah, Cato, what a nice surprise." Peeta's father is being sarcastic. The last time they'd talked about Cato, Peeta had neglected to mention that they are dating, so Peeta's father continues to see him as the town delinquent. "Good evening, Mr. Mellark. How are you?" Peeta's father chuckles to himself, but only a bit. He doesn't want to offend the boy. "I'm well, Cato, you're here to see my son?" Cato nods ambitiously as Peeta makes his presence known, the taller blond taking a moment to take in his sight. "Peeta, when will you be home?" Peeta smiles at his father before stepping out of the house with Cato, totally ignoring the question. "Remember that I'm going to see your brother's tonight and won't be home till later!" Peeta's father shouts one last warning before watching the boys drive off in Cato's truck. They arrive soon after in a wide open expanse, a pasture of sorts, where Cato has prepared a picnic in the moonlight.
"Cato, this is amazing!" Peeta smiles at the taller boy, who shoves his hands into his pockets shyly. "Well, this is our third date and I wanted it to be special." Peeta wonders for a second, what's so special about a third date? He shakes it off before joining Cato on the blanket, sitting nearest the basket of food. "I hope you're hungry." Cato smiles at Peeta but he barely notices, the smaller boy is too busy eyeing all the sweets Cato has packed at the bottom. After a course of chicken, salad, and a slice or two of pie, Peeta lays gently on Cato's stomach, tracing the boy's firm muscles with his finger through his shirt. "This was perfect, thank you." Cato smiles through sleepy eyes. He rests his hand on Peeta's head, rubbing his hair gently. Suddenly, Cato leans forward to kiss Peeta, who's taken aback by the sudden movement. He calms himself, breathing in hard before letting Cato drag his hands around. The smaller boy is now straddled by Cato, his muscular legs sitting outside Peeta's more toned pair. Slowly, Cato's hands begin to move down, away from Peeta's chest toward the button of his pants, but Peeta stops him.
"Wha... What are you doing?" Cato attempts to kiss him again but Peeta pulls away, a little concerned by the taller boy's actions. "I want to... You know... Have sex with you." Peeta blushes at the mere mention, taught to be ashamed at utterance of the word. "Not here, Cato. We're in the middle of nowhere, it's cold and... I feel like we'd have a much better time in my bed." Peeta is shocked at his own mastery of the language and the third boost in courage he's had since beginning his relationship with Cato, the first two pertaining to kissing him. Cato nods and begins to pack up, almost throwing things into his truck to get them going just a little faster. Thoughts race through Peeta's head. The third date is the sex date; would he be able to do it? Did he want to? Yes. Peeta knew without a doubt that he wanted to be with Cato, even if it wasn't Cato's first time. Once in the truck, Peeta begins worrying. He'd seen porn and he knew that I would hurt. Couple that with the fact that Cato is hung like a horse and Peeta's sweating bullets by the time they get going. Not wanting to seem inexperienced, Peeta eyes Cato and attempts to sensually rub his crotch to show he's not afraid.
"What are you doing?" Cato asks with a laugh. Peeta pulls his hand away from his shorts, a little hurt. "I'm trying to be sexy." Peeta sticks a lip out, frowning at Cato who continues laughing. "You don't have to be worried Peeta, I think you're perfect." Peeta blushes, pulling his hand to his mouth to cover his smile. "Cato, I'm a virgin..." Cato only smiles wider, laughing just a bit more to calm the smaller boy down. "Like I said, you don't have to be worried." They arrive at Peeta's house, his father long gone. Time passed slowly while they were together, but the moon hangs high in the sky when they walk inside. Peeta pulls Cato up the stairs and into his room, leading the blond to his bed, where they sit. "Just do what I say, ok?" Peeta nods as Cato leans forward, pressing their lips together. Peeta falls back onto his comforter, Cato now straddling his waist like he did the day in the locker room.
Cato reaches down, unbuttoning the smaller boys shorts and standing to slide them off. Peeta blushes, as it's the first time Cato's ever seen him in such a way. The taller blond smirks and leans toward him to take off his shirt, Cato now the only one wearing any kind of suitable clothing. Peeta's skin shivers with goose bumps; Cato's touch the only thing that seems natural now. Cato leans toward Peeta, placing his hands down on the bed near his legs. "You make the cutest faces. Do you want to undress me?" Peeta simply nods and Cato pulls him to his feet, the smaller boy's underwear hiding little other than his manhood. Peeta starts with the shirt, pulling it over Cato's head to reveal every toned and taught muscle to be found underneath. Peeta traces the deep crevices of Cato's abs, following a trail down to his pants, which he unbuttons and pulls down. Peeta's eyes widen once more at the sight of Cato's oversized bulge, the bright green briefs almost unable to contain it.
The blond tries to hide a laugh but can't help himself. He snickers causing Peeta to take his attention off the massive pouch in front of him. "You're so... Big." Cato bites his lip, teasing Peeta before standing and pushing the smaller blond down onto the bed. The taller boy straddles Peeta once more, grinding their bulges together until Peeta becomes visually aroused. Cato eyes Peeta's bulge, running a rogue hand over it a couple times. Peeta's not as big as Cato, but his manhood is nothing to be ashamed of. The pouch sticks out far enough for Cato's whole hand to grab it through the fabric. "Are you ready?" Cato stares deep into Peeta's eyes, pulling every ounce of courage out of the boy. Instead of simply nodding, or giving the taller blond a kiss in agreement, Peeta grabs the back of Cato's neck, pulling them closer together. "Absolutely."
Ah snap! What did you guys think? It's my first attempt at smut, but I have a feeling you're really gonna enjoy the actual scene. Chapter 8 will be totally devoted to their inappropriate sexy times. An added bonus? The more reviews, the longer and more... Interesting the CatoXFinnick chapter will be. Reviews are love!