"Did Cato rock your world so hard that you've lost your mind?" Kat asked over the phone. I could tell she was getting excited by her voice. "Kinda surprised since you refused to loosen yourself up. Couldn't have been that great with his massive dick and your tight little hole."
"What? No…" I hesitated. I wasn't even sure what the hell was happening. "Well, something happened, but not really what I expected."
"Continue. I need all details. Size, texture, shape." She paused for a moment and I sighed at her questions.
"I couldn't see him."
"Psh, where's the fun in that? At least he got it in."
I half cried half laughed at her comment. "Well I can't say he didn't try."
"Quit fuckin' teasin' me and spill. I'd rather be wet now than soak up my pants on the way to work."
I hesitated at first, not really knowing how to explain what happened. At her comment, I kind of wanted to string her along and let her think something did happen. Sort of my own revenge against her. "Well, at first he spooned me. The heavy weight of his arm draped across me, pulling me into his bare chest."
I heard some strange squealing noise come from the other side. "Oh my God, Peeta. So descriptive, I knew I rubbed off on you. Hold on, lemme take my pants off."
"Do not touch yourself to thoughts of me." I snapped from my story. If she was going to get off on me, my whole revenge was ruined. She wasn't supposed to enjoy this. Who am I kidding, it's Kat. She could get off on a dresser. 'Look at the way those drawers just sink into that frame. God, it's a perfect fit, I bet the frame loves being pounded by that drawer. But this isn't very safe, they must wear protection! Where's my pillow case?' The mental image of her thrusting the drawer in and out of her dresser made me shudder.
"Peeta, I'm ready. Continue."
"Put your pants back on or I won't." I complained.
"Uh… They are on."
"Don't lie to me Kat. I'm not going to listen to you get off on my story."
"God, Peeta. You're no fun." She paused for a moment and I could hear shuffling from her side. "There, are you happy now?"
I sighed and continued. Once I got to the punch line it would be an abrupt end to her sexual high anyway. "His deep groans in my ear was all I needed to make me stir. The next thing I knew, his hand was trying to slip into my boxers."
"Oh…" Kat's voice seemed distant from the phone along with a buzzing noise.
"Kat… What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" Kat let a slight yelp, "Oh god, yes. Go on."
Dear lord, I wish the dresser fantasy would come back instead of the image of Kat spread eagle on her bed with a vibrator. For some reason I decided to continue anyway, I was lost in the fantasy of reliving Cato's touch last night, even though I knew it ended badly. Little Peeta was happy at the current part of the story anyway. "His hand slid past my aching cock, fingers brushing it slightly causing me to twitch."
"Yes, Peeta, yes!" Kat groaned from the other side catching me off guard. I was in my own fantasy, forgetting she was still there for only a moment.
"His hand inched lower, tracing my muscles. Fingers gently sliding past my balls."
"Oh god! Let there be a finger! Ungh!"
"His fingers circled at the base of my nuts, massaging gently." Little Peeta was aching against my jeans, begging to be released.
"He pressed harder, trying to finger me as he whispered 'Open up Kat.'"
"Oh my God! Peeta!" Kat cried as the door opened to my room and Cato walked in with a towel strung low on his hips. Shit! I forgot he was even here. The mix of Kat's moans, Cato's nearly naked body in front me, and not getting off in nearly a week sent me over the edge.
"Peeta! I'm coming! Shit! Fuck!" Katniss moaned loudly through the phone, my eyes closing as the waves pounded through me, trying not to lose myself as stars exploded. It was to fucking much to handle. Coming down from my high hearing Kat's heavy breathing on the other side, I opened my eyes to find Cato's expressionless eyes on me.
"Uh, Kat… I gotta go." I abruptly hung up, Cato's eyes burning holes into me. God, I just fucking came in front of him like a desperate school girl.
"Did I interrupt something?" He asked, leaning against the closed door.
Quickly standing from my bed, I tried to explain but Cato's eyes darted lower at my semi-hard on and obvious release leaving me speechless.
"Now I'm just confused." Cato answered a little hurt. "That was, Kat. Right? I thought you were gay."
How am I supposed to answer that without letting him know I was into him. He had to have known by now anyway, with his parading around half naked and teasing me.
"Uhm… It's a long story." I stumbled for my answer and hoped he would accept it as that and drop the subject.
"Are you two fucking?" Cato bluntly asked, his hands balling into fists. What the hell, was he really going to attack me over this?
"No." I answered, "God, no. That's never happened before. I swear."
"Good, make sure it doesn't again." Cato mumbled and relaxed his hands.
"What is your deal?" I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer, but I asked anyway.
"It's just Kat. There's something about that girl." Cato mumbled and walked towards my bed. "I don't know how to describe it."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you mean." Why does the guy of my dreams have to be in front of me naked complaining about a girl?
"How's that? You in to someone?" Cato asked eyeing me up.
"Uhm, how about some clothes?" I mumbled turning towards my closet and grabbing a new pair of pants for myself and searching for some of my brother's old clothes. My clothes would never fit him, but my brothers might.
"You're keeping something from me." Cato edged closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder. "Spill it."
"I don't have to say—" Tripping on my own feet trying to turn around, I fell into him. He tried to catch me as I slipped, his arm catching my elbow, my other hand catching his towel and yanking it in an attempt to stay on my feet.
Face first, I ended up in his junk. Nose buried in his balls, dick nestled against my cheek. I inhaled deeply out of pure instinct and loved the scent that filled my nostrils. Hello there, little buddy. Not the way I wanted to meet you the first time, but this is still nice.
"Uhm, Peeta." Cato asked. Hold on, I'm a little busy right now. Maybe he wouldn't notice if I licked him once. Only once, I doubt he'd notice. "Peeta, please get your face out of my dick."
Why? It's so nice down here. I don't want to go to school yet, one more minute. Is it getting warm in here? Or is it just because Cato's cock is all around my mouth right now? Cato released my elbow and backed away from me. Without his support holding me up I fell forward on the ground.
The scent of Cato started to disappear bringing me back to reality. Shit, did I really face plant his manhood? Please let that have only been for a few seconds, and please don't let there be a blissed out look on my face.
"Uhh, Peeta? You alright?" Cato asked. No. I'm not going to move from this spot. If I stay on the ground nothing can happen to me. He'll eventually leave and I could pretend this never happened and move on.
He touched me with his foot, trying to get me to move. "Peeta…"
"Just let me die, okay?" I mustered the strength to talk and tried rolling away from him. How was I going to play this one off? I was completely fucked now. And not the way I wanted to be. Looking up, I noticed him kneeling in front of me and all I got was an eyeful of penis.
Groaning I shoved my face back into the floor. My pants clung to me uncomfortably reminding me of my previous release. God dammit. "Can I have a moment?"
"Uhh… I'm kind of naked, could I get dressed first?" Cato asked. I moaned again and pointed behind me.
"Grab whatever fits." I had no intention of moving anytime soon. Cato's movements towards my closet and the rustling of clothes barely registered. At least I had one thing going for me, I didn't bust my load in front of him twice. That's a plus, right?
"Not really sure why your making such a big deal out of this…" Cato answered. I couldn't see him, but I was sure he was struggling into some pants. "I've given guys lap dances before, at least yours was an accident."
"You're not helping." I mumbled into the floor.
"Would you at least look at me?"
Rolling my head to the side, Cato was dressed in pants that were much too small for him. I told him to grab something that fits, not something that would make my pants tighter.
"What is your deal this morning?" Cato asked. "You tell me you're gay, I catch you phone sexing at… 5 in the morning, with a girl none the less. And now you're tripping out."
"Will you accept that I'm just weird?" I asked hopefully.
"What happened to the Peeta I met 3 days ago? You weren't this pathetic. Man up to who you are." Cato grabbed one of my favorite shirts and put it on. He'd be more comfortable in something from one of my brothers, but who am I to complain? "No one here cares. Now get up and change out of those jizzed up pants."
He was right, I had to get a grip on myself. "Would you mind?"
"Think of it like the locker room." Cato's eyes slanted at me. "It's not like I haven't seen it before. Think of it as revenge for motor boating my nuts."
"You watching me change is supposed to be revenge? How does that work?" I asked picking myself up off the floor. "Maybe you're the one that needs to man up to who you are."
"I already know who I am. Plus, I showed you mine, you show me yours." Cato winked at me. I wasn't sure if he was teasing me or not. One second he's obsessed with Katniss, the next he's hitting on me.
I grabbed a new pair of pants and boxers and shyly slipped them off while Cato watched me. "Why do all my friends enjoy watching me naked…" I asked.
"Kat gets off on you naked?" Cato perked up at her hidden introduction to the conversation. "I knew she was a freak, but watching a gay guy naked is a little weird."
"Says the straight guy watching me like a hawk right now." I muttered and slipped the new pair of boxers on. "You can stop watching now, shows over."
Cato laughed and walked towards the door, "Just like the good 'ole days, huh?"
"Sure…" Nothing like the 'good 'ole days' at all. Back then I didn't have to strip in front of everyone watching me like a piece of meat. Or at least I was unaware of it which makes a difference.
"I'll see you downstairs." Cato laughed as he walked out of my room.
Pulling my pants on and walking downstairs I found my mom already homing in on Cato.
"Cato, sweetie! How was your night last night?" My mom swooned.
"Uh, not bad… I think." Cato answered looking towards me for help. What was I suppose to do?
"Oh Cato, you are just too much!" She cackled for a moment and then stopped staring at Cato's shirt. She ran a hand down the front of it making Cato pull away quickly from her touch. "What is this?"
"Uhm… Inappropriate touching, I'd think?" Cato answered and distanced himself from my mom. She turned towards me and glared like an evil snake.
"Peeta, would you join me in the office, darling?"
"Uhm. I'm pretty sure I have things to take care of." My mom never called me darling and from the look, I knew I was in for something terrible.
"NOW!" She shouted at me and walked towards the office door. I hesitantly followed shooting Cato a confused glare. He returned it equally as confused.
Closing the door behind me, my mom was instantly on me.
"Look here, you little shit." My mom fumed, "I don't really give a fuck that you finger yourself or God know's what. You've always been a little homo."
"Uhm… okay…" I hesitated at first not really knowing what to say. "Where is this going?"
"Didn't think I'd notice your little extra curricular last night?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I know Cato's car has been here all night, and I just noticed he's wearing your clothes." My mother nearly shouted at me and raised her hand. "If I knew better, I'd slap the shit out of you right now, but my dear Cato wouldn't like that very much."
I shrank away from her, expecting the impact at any moment. "I'll tell you this only once. No one gets between me and my man."
"Mom, I'm not really into incest, you can keep dad." I sarcastically added regretting it the second I muttered it. Her hand came down hard against my cheek and the instant white hot pain caused my eyes to water. Sinking to the floor, I held my wounded face with one hand and looked up at her completely shocked.
"Stay away from Cato with your temptress ways." My mom hissed and wiped her hands on her apron. "I won't have a man that delicious being tempted into your misguided little homo world."
She scowled before replacing it with a smile and walking past me back to the shop. "Now decorate those god damn cupcakes, sweetheart." I sat on the floor wondering what the hell just happened still feeling the tingling pain. I had to shake it off, I've been through worse. She once hit me with a rolling pin. The pain I could deal with, I guess it was more so the fact that I was at war with my mom over a guy.
Standing up, I walked back into the kitchen, my mom following Cato around like a horny dog and he was her bitch in heat. I walked over to my station and grabbed the first batch of cupcakes and my deco bag. "What was that all about?" Cato appeared having somehow lost my mom.
"Nothing" I stated turning away from him trying to hide the hand print on my face. "She just told me to decorate cupcakes."
"Bullshit." Cato answered, "Look at me."
I slowly turned to him and he frowned at the red mark on my face. "Why?"
"Because it's what she always does when she doesn't get her way." I noticed Katniss behind him at the door waving. "Uhm, I'll be just a moment."
I walked towards the door and disappeared outside with Kat. I looked back and Cato looked disappointed that I didn't invite him along. This conversation with Kat was something I didn't want him along for, though.
"Peeta, you made me squirt this morning." Katniss cooed. "I've never squirt before. Something about your voice and the way you said my name… I just… BAM!"
"Kat, gross. And did you even know what I was trying to tell you this morning?"
"That you wanted to finger me?" Katniss asked, "I've been waiting for you to say that for years now. I'd almost given up."
"Wait, what? NO!" I shouted at her confused. "I don't want to finger you! That was about Cato trying to finger me, thinking it was you!"
"No need to be a rude little bitch, Peeta." Katniss scoffed. "Well that's kind of twisted. If it makes you feel any better, he's obviously gay since he can't even find where the vag is."
"Maybe it's because I don't have one?" I added sarcastically.
"I gotta get going, but here's an idea. You should pitch it to him and see what he thinks. Since he's obviously obsessed with me, which you should be; I suggest a threesome. He can eat me out while pounding your tight little ass and I get a front row seat at watching his dick slide in and out of you. It's a win for everyone!
"I am not suggesting that to him." I groaned, embarrassed to even be talking about the idea.
"Quit being a prude, I'm gonna be late. I'll stop by at lunch for the news." She ran off down the street. I sighed and walked back into the bakery started to actually considering her proposal. Even if Kat was there watching, it was still worth a try...
A/N: I've got nothing... Hope you enjoyed my little writers block chapter. Sorry. But who knows, my last writers block chapter ended up being some of your guys favorites. Also, I'm thinking of starting a new story, or maybe not. Go to my poll and vote on my ideas so I can see where everyone stands.
