OHMYFUCKINGGODGUYS! I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING LONGER TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER! But it was really hard, and I am so freaking slow at writing! THNK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEWS AND FOLLOWS AND FAVORITES! I'm a bit over excited, because It's extremely late and I have morning classes in….4 hours \o/ (3 now ehe~~)
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Chapter 9
Peeta's grip is loose now, his arms limp around me. He looks so peaceful. He was crying for such a long time, I can still see the tear stains on his face. The pain I felt, seeing him cry like that, seeing the hurt and the fear… And they were towards me. It was like something was flashing through his eyes, but still afraid of what he thought I would do. What did he think I would do?
Both of us are on our sides on the bed, facing each other. He is all snuggled on me, his warm breath hitting my chest. With my free hand I start playing with his hair. How lucky am I to find him? This handsome baker boy, with his eyes, smile and laugh that entrance me so easily. I can't stop myself from moving my hand to his back and bringing him closer to me. He welcomes it, hugging me and taking a deep breathe. One of his legs wraps itself between mine. Then I feel something on one. I'm not sure what it is, but I don't give much thought. Until I feel it again and I realize what it is. It is his stump.
A lump forms in my throat and my stomach have the biggest knot I ever had. Instinctively, I bring him even closer to me, almost squashing him. I only stop when a groan comes out of him.
Why didn't he tell me before? Was he ever going to tell me? What did he think I would…
Oh Peeta… Is that why you were asking me not to leave you? I don't even care when he groans again, I squeeze him my arms. Why would I ever leave you for such a thing? I would never do that to you. Why did you even think this could happen?
"Peeta?" I snap back to reality. "I'm back."
It is Annie. I have to question her. I need to ask her about Peeta. I have to ask where she was. I need to know more. Slowly, I start to disentangle myself, I didn't want him to wake up. After I leave Peeta comfortably in bed, I go to the living room and wait for Annie to come up.
"Peeta? Where are- Oh my god!" She jumps. "Cato, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the dormitory already?"
"We need to talk." I lean on the wall.
"Oh, okay, sure…" She walks to the couch and sits, legs next to each other and hand son her lap. "What is it?"
What do I start with…? I don't want to start strong, but… "Peeta's leg."
"Oh he finally told you!" A smile forming on her face.
"No, he didn't."
"Oh…" Her smile starts to fade. "Then, how do you know?"
"Gloss was here."
"Oh no…." Worry all over her face. "Is he-"
"Yes, he's alright now." Just thinking what Gloss did to him or what else he could have done, makes me squirm in place. I know I shouldn't get angry at her, but why wasn't her here?! Goddammit, if she was here, it could have gone differently. "Where were you?! Why weren't you here?!" I am really trying not to scream. The lump in my throat coming back. "I found him on the ground! Crying! And with one leg!" Calm down Cato! "I, I, I…" I take a deep breath. "I was so afraid."
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I stare at it and realize I'm right in front of Annie now. "But he's alright now, right?" I see a compassion and a bit of fear in her eyes.
"Yes." I let out with the air I was holding in.
"Sit down." I do as she says. "I guess I'll have to answer your questions."
"Please…" I rest my head on both of my hands.
"Where do I begin?"
"His leg. Please tell me he's fine."
"Hmm…" She nervously plays with her hair. "A few years ago, he was in a car accident with his father." Oh god no… "He lost his leg, but his father…didn't…survive." Of course he didn't. "Things changed after what happened. Especially Peeta's and his mother relationship, she blamed him for everything. A year later she said she would open another bakery in the Capitol and that Peeta should stay and take care of this one."
"Is that why you guys live alone here?"
"We're not alone! We have each other." She says, indignation in her voice. "She pretty much abandoned him, but later I came here and he let me in."
"Ok." I wanted to know what happened. And now I know. "Oh Annie, he was so afraid when I saw him. He was trying to hide his prosthetic leg all the time. Why?"
"He got too self-conscious of his leg, because of his mother and other…stuff."
"Stuff?" I raise my head to look at her.
"Well, in his last…relationship, the leg… It became an issue, one of many."
"Of course." I roll my eyes. Gloss had to be the problem. "But, he's safe right? His leg, he doesn't have any more problems, it's healthy? I don't know! Just tell me he's alright!"
"Yes, he is. I mean, he basically locks himself in here because of it, but he's alright."
"Thank god!" I throw my head back and rest it on the couch. It feels like all my muscles have finally the chance to relax.
"You don't think it's a problem then?"
"Well, I don't know… No, I mean." I press the bridge of my nose with my hand. "He is alright, he's healthy, I love him and that's all that matters. Should it really be a problem?"
"You love him?" Her face sparkles with happiness. Wait, did I say that?
"I didn't say that…" My face startes to burn.
"Yes you did!" She hold her hands over her heart. "I'm so glad!"
"What? Why?"
"Nothing." She tries to hide her face.
I sit straight now, elbows on my knees. "Fine. Where were you, then?"
"Finnick's birthday."
"Oh…" Dammit, how can I be mad now?
"I knew you were coming, so I thought leaving him just for a while it would be okay." She gives me puppy eyes. "I'm so sorry"
"Ok, ok. It's not like something happened. I mean, it did happen, but he's okay, just sleeping." I stand up. I did get something out of her, but I'll go back to Peeta and talk to him tomorrow. "Does he have to work tomorrow? Can he just stay with me?"
"You're staying?"
"Of course I am!"
"What about your classes?"
"I don't care about them!" I storm off to the room.
The door closes with a bang, but he seems to be still asleep. He moved while I was talking to Annie and now he is facing the opposite side. I lie down next to him, spooning him, put one hand under his head and the other I use to pull him close to me. It doesn't take much for me to fall asleep.
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"Where is it?" I hear someone whisper. "Dammit, where is it?" I move my arm and feel nothing. The person stops when I move and I know it must be Peeta. "Ok, he's still asleep, you can do it Peeta."
I hear him jump around and decide it is enough. "Peeta." He gasps. "What are you doing?"
"L-looking for something."
"I put it in the corner." I knew he was looking for the prosthetics. There is one more jump before I talk again. "Come back to bed."
He shuffles around and I feel him sitting on the bed. "I'm guessing you know now."
"Yes."
"I didn't mean to-"
"Peeta, I don't care." I stop him.
"You don't? Are you sure? I kno-"
"Just come snuggle, please." I don't even need to see, just by the way the bed moved, I knew he was excited. One of his hand went under my shirt to the back… Oh my god I forgot to take off my clothes, I slept with all my clothing. The other also goes under my shirt, but stays on my chest. "Are you comfortable now?"
"Yes."
"I'm not." I do just as he does, move my hand under his shirt, wrap my arm around his waist and pull him closer, I couldn't even feel his breath on me before. He starts to giggle and I can't stop the smile forming on my face. This kid can seriously do anything with me.
"Cato."
"Hmm."
"Thank you."
"Don't thank me, thank yourself for being irresistible." More giggling ensues.
He rests his forehead on my chest. "I was so happy to wake up in your arms. I just remember crying and then you were still with me."
"I wasn't as happy as you, I woke up to you trying to run." I hear him whimper. I start to move my hand lower, going to the stump. I have to show him I am not grossed out or anything like that. However, before I reach it, I feel something that makes open my eyes. "Are you just with your underwear?"
"Maybe." I look down and only see a bunch of blond hair.
"Peeta…"
He looks up, his blue eyes meeting mine. "I needed to, so I could put my leg on."
I attack his lips right at this moment. Passionately kissing him, wanting him all to myself. I turn him, now being over him, my hands taking off his shirt. I kiss his mouth, his jawline, his neck, sucking, biting and licking, anything to take everything I could.
"Caaato." Peeta moans. With his hand going to the small of my back, he tries to take my shirt off, but his nails dig in my skin and scratches my back all the way to my shoulder. This sends shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body. My hands on his ass, working it, squeezing it, my mouth going lower and lower, playing and teasing his nipples.
I take my hands off him to free me of the rest of my clothes, but never stopping from moving my mouth. One of Peeta's hand grabs my hair and the other clutches the bed. When I am only in my underwear, I was kissing his happy trail. His body flexed and contracted, muffled moan escaping his mouth.
I hold him by his hips and pull him. Him fitting perfectly under me. My hands travel from his ass, to the sides of his abdomen, flicking his nipples with my thumbs, passing his underarm, elbow and finally meeting with his own hand. I hold them over his head and take everything with my eyes for a second. For a second. I start grinding and we work our mouths, drinking each other, trying to quench our thirst. Moans escaping both our mouths, singing each other's names.
Once again I move my hands, this time downward. Without thinking my hands pass his hips and go to his thighs. For a split moment, Peeta freezes and I know exactly why. "Hey, hey." I say between our ragged breaths. He opens his eyes and looks at mine.
I cup his face with my hands and softly stroke his cheeks for a moment. I give one sweet kiss on his mouth, then on his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck, his adam's apple, his shoulder, his chest… "I love you." I say in between the kisses, a small sound coming from Peeta as response. Slowly I take his underwear, kissing his hard on and going to his left leg. A whimper, like a small hurt animal, escapes Peeta. I give all my attention to it, caressing it and kissing it, every inch. "All of you".
I go back to his face and look at his watery eyes. More than ever looking like oceans. I was adamant on my feelings to Peeta and I will show him that. One more kiss on his lips and he gives me his shyest smile. I take my own underwear and hold his member with my right hand. I start to stroke it, my left hand massaging his balls. Another kiss and I go down and start sucking the base of his cock. Working it from the base to the tip, swirling my tongue on the head and in its slit, but never sucking it completely. Peeta is already clutching my hair with his hands and moaning my name.
I gather saliva and spit on my right hand, moving over Peeta, so we are closer. Lubing us both and then stroking up and down with my right hand, one of the finger in between, I kiss Peeta. Just listening, touching and seeing him now, makes me feel ready fast. Soon, the stroking is fast and we are grinding together, wanting more friction. I clutch his hair with my left hand and rest my head on his right shoulder, the momentum too great for me to control myself. We groan loudly and move in broken paces when we come, trying to give everything we could possibly have.
I lie on my back, next to Peeta, spent, heavily panting, him just as much. There is cum all over Peeta's stomach and chest, but I pull him closer, almost over me, not even caring for the mess it is making us. He hugs my sides and rest his head on the crook of my neck.
"I love you too."
I kiss the head of his head and with that, I sleep again.
