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When You Were Young- Chapter 10, "Somebody Told Me"
His lips are perfect. Full, but not too full. Soft, but not too soft. In fact, everything about his mouth is perfect. The way it feels warm and slippery, but not sloppy or too wet. The way it tastes sweet, but also kind of spicy, like ginger ale. The way he uses it… I could happily just go on kissing him forever if it wasn't for the fact that every time I kiss him, a desperate clawing hunger surfaces within me, causing me to always want to push for more. And in the almost two weeks since he officially became my boyfriend, we have had no opportunity for more. That is probably why we are attacking each other with such gusto right now- it is the first time we have actually been alone for more than a few minutes in that entire time.
We need to stop, though. I know we need to… but I just can't seem to make myself. My current position just feels way too good, straddling his lap on the living room couch, rocking against his erection which is pressed against me intimately as we assault each other's mouths desperately. I can't stop my loud groan when I feel his hands slide down from their position on my lower back, onto my ass to simultaneously flex into the flesh there and pull me forward so that I am pressing into him even harder. God, I want him so bad. I want so much more than I should want this soon into our relationship, but I can't help it. I place the blame totally on Peeta's shoulders. It's his fault for being so cute, and charming, and talented, and funny, and smart, and kindhearted, and… okay I can admit it… so damn hot!
I'm gasping for breath, bucking against his hardness wildly, by the time he pulls his mouth away from mine to slide his lips down my jaw, licking and kissing the skin of my neck with his descent, his hands sliding up underneath my shirt to caress the skin of my back. I know I should take this opportunity to reign in the situation, so I make a half-hearted attempt, not even bothering to stop my gyrations as I pant into his ear, "Peeta, we should stop."
"Nuh uh," he mumbles, the sound muffled into the sensitive skin where my jaw meets my throat.
I can't help but laugh a little at his petulant tone. "My mom is going to be home any minute."
"We'll hear her pull up," he counters, bringing his lips back to mine and claiming my mouth in another kiss.
I let this go for a few moments before I pull away and pant, "No really, we have to stop." It takes every ounce of will I have, but I finally stop grinding against him and settle my lower half farther down his legs so that my butt is resting almost between his spread knees.
He just leans up and tries to take my mouth again, but I duck my head away, evading him and laughing I say, "Peeta! Seriously, we have to stop. Do you honestly want to meet my mom with a raging hard-on?"
He collapses against the back of the couch, huffing out a breath and deflating as he says, "Dammit, why is this so hard?" I giggle and he gives me a reproachful look as he continues, "Not why is that so hard," he murmurs looking down at himself. "That I know. I mean, why is it so hard for us to get some time alone together?"
"Well, let's see… Between your football and student council and work and your needy best friend-," I am still a little peeved that Finnick crashed one of our dates last week hoping to get a chance to hang out with Annie. "And my dual enrollment and mentoring program and my needy family… I'm sorry, I know it's hard for you. It's hard for me too. You're not the only one frustrated here," I say waving my finger between us.
"It's different for girls, though," he says. He looks adorable when he pouts.
I plant a brief, chaste kiss to his lips and say, "I tell you what. If we knock out your scholarship applications- which, need I remind you, is the reason you came over- and then you make it through dinner with my mom and Prim and the Hawthornes, I promise I will make it up to you tonight when we go to Finnick's." I give him what I hope is a seductive smile.
It must do the trick because he sighs in defeat and responds, "I'm going to hold you to that, Everdeen." He flashes me his sexiest smile, and for a moment I consider saying 'to hell with it' and leading him up to my room.
But instead, like the good girl I am, I climb off of his lap and stand-up to lead the way out to the kitchen table where he left his book bag and I left my laptop. I hold my hand out to help him up, but he just shakes his head briefly and, looking down at himself again, says, "I think I'll just stay here until I get this situation under control. I'll meet you out there in a minute."
I chuckle a little as I head toward the dining room, calling over my shoulder, "Just like, think about clubbing baby seals, or sticking your face in hot garbage. That's how you make it go away, right?"
"There is something wrong with you, Everdeen!" he calls from the other room and I just laugh again and begin booting up my laptop.
When he joins me a few minutes later he still looks adorably surly, but otherwise okay. I finish checking my email and then launch into full-force Katniss-the-overachiever mode. "Okay, so did you print out the instructions for the scholarships you think you might be eligible for?" I ask.
He nods and pulls a manila folder out of his bag and starts shifting through the papers. "Which ones did you apply for, by the way?"
"Um, mine were almost all science oriented ones. Other than the standard ones based on state test scores I don't think we will be applying for any of the same scholarships. Why? Are you afraid we will be competing?" I ask giving him a knowing smile.
"No. Well, yeah, I guess. I just don't want to apply for any that you are applying for," he says, blushing and glancing away.
"Peeta, you should apply for any that you think you might get. Don't worry about competing with me."
"I just, I know how much you are relying on scholarships to go to school. If I don't apply for the same ones, well than that is just one less person for you to beat out. Right?" he reaches over and squeezes my knee affectionately. He is so sweet; I literally don't know how I got so lucky.
"Well, it is a good thing we will not be in competition for any of these then," I say holding my hand out for the stack he pulled from the manila envelope. "The state scholarships are awarded to everyone who qualifies, so we are not competing for those, and other than that, I don't think you would be going for any of the same ones as me." I set the stack next to my computer and begin typing in the web address for the one on the top. "Besides, I can't even apply for the biggest one yet, and that is the main one I am counting on."
"Which one is that?" Peeta asks.
"The 'Leaders of Tomorrow Award,'" I tell him, blushing slightly. "I'm not supposed to say anything, but I am being considered for valedictorian and that one is awarded to only valedictorians. It is a big one. I actually am really counting on it because UNC-Chapel Hill is so expensive…"
"You are up for valedictorian?" Peeta's voice seems unnatural, like he is deliberately trying to sound casual.
"Yeah, I know I shouldn't even be saying anything. That is why I joined the Meadowglen Mentors program. Ms. Trinket thought having some extra curriculars would increase my chances. But whatever, we will see what happens, right." I don't expect him to fall for the false lightness I am trying to imbue my words with. I have to get valedictorian if I even stand a chance of paying for Chapel Hill.
When I look up at Peeta he seems anxious all of a sudden, but I'm not sure why. Maybe he's just concerned about the uncertainty of my future. That seems like something he would do…
I don't have the chance to ask him what's up, though, because at that moment we are interrupted by my mom and Prim who are bustling into the house with bags of groceries. Both Peeta and I jump up to help and are waved off as they make their way to the island in the center of the small kitchen.
As I glance back over at Peeta, I see him quickly stuffing a piece of paper into his book bag. I look at him questioningly and ask, "What was that?"
"Oh, just a recipe I typed up earlier… for my portfolio… I, um, just remembered that I put it in that folder. I didn't want to forget it." Something seems suspicious about his behavior, but I can't guess what it would be and now is not the time to ask. I have to get through the whole mom-meeting-my-boyfriend-for-the-first-time thing.
As it turns out, I have nothing to be worried about. Of course Peeta would charm my mom just like he does everyone else, myself included. Seeing him talk to my mom and Prim, joking easily and laughing with them, I am so proud that he is mine. It's like, the fact that I am socially awkward is somehow made up for by the fact that this incredibly likeable and charismatic person has actually chosen me.
Part of me wishes I could tell my mom that it was Peeta who brought that cake for Prim's eighth birthday. I want her to know that he is so much more than just a charming young man. I want her to know that he is the person who saved us. But I know Peeta wouldn't want me to bring that up. He and I don't even talk about it. We both just know… and that's enough.
Pretty soon my mom refuses Peeta's offer to help with dinner and waves us back over to continue working on his scholarship applications. We only get through two of them by the time Hazel and the rest of the Hawthornes begin arriving for our usual Saturday night dinner. My stomach drops a little as I see Gale step through the door. I know that he knows Peeta from having gone to the same school for so many years, but he has never known him as my boyfriend. I'm not sure exactly how Gale will be towards Peeta. As far as I know, Gale has only had genuine feelings for two girls in his lifetime: me and Madge. And Peeta has now dated both of us…
Thankfully, their interaction doesn't really extend beyond the cold broy kind of hand shake that guys do when they want to seem tough and aloof, but also like they are the bigger person. I breathe a sigh of relief and just hope that they will just make a point to avoid each other.
When we all finally sit down to eat I practically inhale my food and jump up to get a head start on the dishes so that my mom can have no reasonable objection when I pull Peeta out of here at the first possible opportunity. Not only do I want to escape the uncomfortable situation of having Peeta and Gale under the same roof, but I am becoming more and more anxious for the possibility of spending some alone time with my boyfriend. The longer this dinner stretches out, the more I feel like a bow strung too tight and ready to fire.
I have just gotten all of the dishes stacked and begun washing when Gale steps up beside me to begin rinsing. He launches right in by asking quietly, "So this thing with you and Mellark, is it serious?"
I pause to look him right in the eye as I say, "Yes, it is." I figure if Gale is going to make an issue out of this, it is best to get everything out in the open all at once.
He sighs deeply, looking down for a long time before he finally glances up to meet my eyes again. "It's weird. I honestly thought I would feel so much worse when the day came that you definitively chose someone else over me. Maybe I finally am over you, Catnip."
I release the breath I didn't even realize I was holding. "Good. We are way too similar. We'd kill each other in a week if we ever tried to be more than friends, Gale."
He chuckles softly and says, "I think you're probably right about that." After a long pause he continues, "And hey, I guess I can look at it this way: as long as you're dating Mellark, it means he's not dating Madge, right?"
I cringe inside. I was hoping he wouldn't bring Madge up tonight. I promised Madge I wouldn't tell anyone about her pregnancy, but ever since she told me I have been dreading the possibility of seeing Gale and having to listen to him go on about how much he likes her and wants her, all the while knowing that she is currently knocked-up by god knows who.
"Whoa, what's that look for?" Gale asks with a little laugh. Apparently my internal reaction was a little more apparent than I had thought.
"Nothing," I say evasively, refusing to meet his eye.
"Katniss, what is it?" Gale says grabbing my arms and trying to make me look at him. He sounds so worried that I decide to just bite the bullet and do what I know is best for my best friend. My loyalty should be to him before Madge.
"Look, Gale, you really need to find a way to just forget about Madge. I can't tell you why, but I happen to know that it is never going to work out between you two." His face is becoming harder and more determined with each word I say.
"Tell me what you know," he says quietly.
"I can't, Ga-"
"Dammit, Katniss, I'm not fucking around here! Tell me!"
"She's pregnant," I blurt out, not even meaning to, but I'm just so startled by Gale vehemence.
His face completely drains of color and I see a look on his face I've never seen before. It is a disturbing mix of terror and anguish. "Gale?"
"How do you know?" His voice is so quietly menacing when he speaks again that I don't even consider the possibility of not answering.
"She told me," I state simply.
"Is it?" he doesn't even fully formulate the question, just points in the direction of the dining room to indicate that he is asking if Peeta is the father.
"No!" I proclaim adamantly. "They never even slept together."
Gale doesn't say another word- he barely even waits for the words to come out of my mouth before he unceremoniously pushes past me and storms out the kitchen door, letting it slam behind him. I am still staring after him dumbfounded when I hear a car start outside and peal out of the driveway.
A second later I realize that Hazel has rushed into the kitchen. "What just happened?" she asks breathlessly.
"I have no idea," I answer honestly, totally bewildered.
Two hours later I am shivering on Finnick's back patio despite the fact that I am wrapped in Peeta's hoody, which I have layered over my dad's old leather hunting jacket. I don't actually mind since it gives me an excuse to bury my face in the hoody so that I am engulfed in the delicious aroma that is uniquely Peeta. Other than Peeta, Annie and I, Finnick has invited two other couples: one of the guys on the football team, Cato, and his girlfriend Clove and then Delly Cartwright, which I totally did not understand until I saw that Delly brought a girlfriend as well… and they were definitely not afraid of PDA. Currently, Delly and her girl were hard making out in the hot tub, with a rapt audience of Cato and Clove. Last time I glanced over there I saw some hands moving under water, so now I am very deliberately keeping my eyes averted. I definitely did not have Delly pegged as that kind of girl.
Peeta, Annie, Finnick and I are all seated around a fire pit built into the patio. I am still somewhat in awe of Finnick's house even though I have been here a handful of times now. You could fit my entire house inside the space that this patio alone takes up.
I have to admit that when Peeta first told me a few days ago that he took the liberty of inviting Annie over to Finnick's and that he told her we were both going, I was a little peeved. It didn't last long, of course. Peeta Mellark is an irresistible force in my life- one little lopsided grin and a humble apology muttered into the skin beneath my ear cured me of any irritation. But now I must concede that everything seems to be working out okay. I don't know what has gotten into Finnick, but he is actually being astonishingly gentle and respectful of Annie.
Besides, it doesn't make any sense for me to be worried about Annie when she seems to be having a pretty good time. She and Finnick have been talking easily all night and he has even been able to drag a few laughs out her. I guess if both Annie and Peeta see some redeeming qualities in him, than I can give him a chance too.
Besides, I have already had to worry about one friend tonight. I am deliberately putting Gales concerns out of my mind because I really don't want to waste this rare opportunity for alone time with Peeta, whom I am grateful to for the fact that he hasn't pushed me for details regarding Gale's outburst. I just told him that it was to do with Gale and someone else and that I couldn't go into it, and in a display of astoundingly mature trust, Peeta accepted that and let it go. Just thinking about this makes me even more desperate to get him alone than I have been all night. I think he deserves a show of gratitude for being such a great boyfriend and I am eager to give it to him.
I can't quite hide the wicked smile that this thought brings to my face. I am tired of waiting for Peeta to make some sort of move here, so I decide to take matters into my own hands. I lean up a bit so that I can reach his ear from where he is sitting beside me on a loveseat style piece of patio furniture and, letting my lips deliberately graze his earlobe, whisper, "I'm kind of cold. Do you want to go in with me to warm up a little?"
"Yes!" he says immediately and rather loudly. I blush as both Annie and Finnick glance over at us, but Peeta ignores them and, pulling me with him, stands to lead the way inside.
Once we are inside and out of the others' hearing range he says, "God, I was beginning to worry I would never get a minute alone with you."
"Well, then why didn't you say something?" I ask as we make our way up a set of back stairs hand in hand.
"Because," Peeta says as we enter what I can only assume he knows to be a guest bedroom, "if I suggested we come inside, everybody would just assume I was trying to get you alone to fool around."
I laugh at this as he closes the door behind us, "Peeta, that's exactly what we're doing. And I'm pretty sure they all know it… and they couldn't care less."
Peeta walks into the room a ways and clicks on a small lamp which illuminates enough that we can easily see, but is still dim enough to seem intimate. My suspicions about the room are confirmed; the furnishings are non-descript enough that it is clear that nobody lives in this room. There is a queen bed directly in the center of the wall opposite the door which is made up with a plush down comforter and several pillows. The Odairs probably spent more on this one bed than what it cost us for mine, Prim's and my mom's bed and bedding combined.
"Fancy," I say quietly as sit upon the bed and run my hand across the top.
Peeta sits next to me and grabs my hand. Raising it to his lips he presses a firm kiss to my knuckles before he says, "Katniss, just so you know, I don't, like, expect anything from you."
He is so sweet that sometimes I feel like my heart is never going to stop aching from the feelings he causes within it. "I know, Peeta," I say, "but I want to be with you right now… Maybe not all the way- not tonight- but I want to do stuff with you." I am blushing profusely. No matter how much I trust Peeta, talking about this stuff so frankly is not easy for me.
"Okay," he says simply as he leans in and claims my mouth with his.
In a matter of seconds we are reclining back on the bed and he is half lying on top of me, our tongues sweeping sweetly against each other. Peeta is braced on one elbow, and his free hand is cupping my face gently, his thumb stroking back and forth across my cheekbone.
Just as it always does when we are together, the hunger for more washes over me, and I break the kiss to pull away and begin frantically pulling off the hoody and jacket I am still wearing, suddenly burning up. Peeta leans up and helps me and before I know it, my T-shirt is off too and I am laying before him in my jeans and bra. He delicately traces an index finger across the fleshy part of both of my breasts right along the top of each bra cup. The caress causes me to quiver and arch up just slightly.
"Can I see you?" he asks, his blue eyes staring intently into mine.
My only response is a silent nod. I am expecting him to reach around me to unfasten my bra, but he doesn't right away. Instead he leans down slowly and traces his lips along the same path that his finger took just a moment ago. I gasp at the feeling of his lips on me in such an intimate place and my center, which is already really damp, becomes saturated with arousal. He takes his lips on a return path across my breasts and pauses in the middle, first planting a kiss directly over my heart and then moving his face down to bury it in my cleavage. I bring my hands up to tangle in his hair and hold him there, feeling his hot breath as it creates condensation between my breasts.
When he lifts his head again he is smiling and, chuckling softly, tells me, "I've wanted to do that since Halloween when you wore that damn Black Widow costume. I swear to god you were trying to kill me that night."
I laugh, too, marveling at how he can be so sweet and serious one minute, and then light and flirty the next. I am so turned on that I just want to push him to move faster so that we can both experience some relief, so I lean up and reach behind my back to unclasp my bra. He has leaned back to watch me and, as I begin to draw it forward down my arms, he grabs on to help me and pulls it off the rest of the way.
He rises up onto his knees and I lay back, blushing self-consciously. That feeling soon fades as I take in the look of lust and desire and adoration on his face as he stares at my breasts for what surely must be way too long. "Peeta," I finally say, snapping him out of his revelry.
He needs no further encouragement and brings both of his hands forward so that each cups one of my breasts. I'm not exactly sure if I should be doing something, but he seems content to just explore on his own, cupping and gently kneading them in his warm palms. When he begins to rub the palms of his hands gently across my hardened nipples I can't repress the moaning gasp that escapes my throat. I don't think my nipples have ever felt this achy and sensitive, and they seem to have a direct line to my clit, which has begun to feel needy as well. I don't know what possesses me, but I reach up and cover Peeta's hands with my own, squeezing so that his hands tighten on my breasts. He catches on quickly and in no time we have discovered together that pinching and plucking at my nipples causes my back to arch slightly off the bed in pleasure. Then, when he swoops his head down unexpectedly to draw one nipple into his mouth with a firm sucking motion, I moan loudly and my back bows up severely, the sensation so intense that I have to twist away from his mouth for a moment of relief.
I don't give him the opportunity to come back for more as I sit up and frantically begin clawing at his shirt. I rip it over his head aggressively and trace my hands down his chest, letting my fingers dance over his six pack and scraping my fingernails gently through his blonde happy trail. His hard-on is on prominent display through his jeans, and I am suddenly so curious to see it, so anxious to make good on the promise I made earlier.
Placing both of my palms on his chest I push hard, and he complies, letting himself topple over backwards so that he is lying down and I am kneeling over him now. He has just a little bit of light blonde hair right at the center of his chest which I scratch my nails through lightly before squeezing the small firm muscles of his pecs. I crawl fully over him, not missing the fact that he is watching my small breasts sway with my movements over him, and lean down to kiss him hard.
When I pull away I move to the side of his face and let my breath resonate in the shell of his ear as I whisper, "Do you want me to make good on my promise?" I fail utterly at sounding seductive as my voice cracks.
Peeta doesn't seem to mind as he nods his head and, bringing his hands up to cup my ass, says breathlessly, "Yes, I do."
I smile coyly down at him as I move down toward his chest again and say, "You really have a thing for my ass don't you, Mellark."
He gasps out a laugh and says, "God, Katniss, you have no idea…"
We don't talk again for a while as I busy my mouth with kissing down his chest and stomach. I am thankful in this moment to the Meadowglen athletics program, because his body is unreal. I dart my tongue out and let it trace a trail down the deep indent down the center of his stomach created by his toned abdominal muscles.
I lift my head when I reach for the fastening of his jeans so that I can actually see what I am doing as I slide the button free and lower the zipper. He is panting hard now, almost to the point of hyperventilation, as I run my palm up his length with only his boxer shorts separating my skin from his.
"Fuck, Katniss, you are going to kill me," he groans out between his teeth as he lifts his hips and begins tugging down his pants and boxers himself.
I am beyond excited that he is so desperate for me, a feeling which increases tenfold as he succeeds in lowering his boxer enough so that his erection is revealed. My reaction upon seeing my first in-person penis is surprise. I could tell it was big through his clothes, but I guess I didn't realize just how much his pants contained it. My next reaction is utter fascination. I am intrigued by the fact that it so hard, but as I trace my index finger down the side, the skin feels as smooth and soft as silk.
I look up and see that Peeta's eyes are not watching what I'm doing with my hand, but are trained on my face instead. "Are you okay?" he asks.
I nod and say, "Yes. I just… I didn't expect it to be… to be so… red." Even to my own ears I sound totally naïve.
He drops his head back and, throwing his arm over his eyes, says, "Fuck, Katniss, that's because I'm going to come literally any second now!" He almost sounds exasperated. I guess maybe right now is not the best time to try to satisfy my curiosity about his body.
I'm not sure what possess me, but just before I grip his dick with my hand I change my mind and decide that I want to kiss him here. He's still not watching what I am doing, so I think it must take him completely by surprise when he feels my wetted lips press a kiss right on the tip. His head snaps up to watch me now, and keeping my eyes trained on his face, I dart my tongue out and lick the drop of moisture that has coalesced there.
"Fuuuuck!" he groans so loudly that I am a little worried someone will hear, until I remember that everybody else is outside.
I decide to follow my instincts and let my actions be led by the little bits of information I have picked up from years of hearing others talk about this act. I open my mouth and take in the whole head, pausing to sweep my tongue along the underside before slowly pushing more into my mouth. Peeta's hips buck up off the bed unexpectedly so that I have to pull my head back to accommodate. I only have to bob my head up and down a few times before he is desperately grabbing handfuls of the comforter and moaning between clenched teeth, "Ungh! Fuck, Katniss, fuuuck… I'm going to come, fuck… fuck… fuuuuuuck!" And then on his final drawn out 'fuck' I feel several spurts of hot liquid hit the back of my throat.
I would like to say I handled it gracefully, but I was totally unprepared for the reality of Peeta's semen in my mouth, so I ended up swallowing some, and then some of it ended up back on him. His head is still thrown back and I can see that his jaw is still clenched tight as he twitches in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He looks so hot like this, with the muscles flexing in his jaw and in his abdomen. I am brought back to harsh awareness of my own needy ache for release as watching him relish in his orgasm causes another bout of seeping arousal at my core.
I sit back on my knees next to Peeta as I watch him finally start to relax. I'm not sure what I should do, what is the proper etiquette for dealing with a post-orgasmic boyfriend?
After a moment he raises his head to look at me and a soft, satisfied smile stretches across his face. "Come here, Katniss," he says, extending his right hand towards me. I go willingly to lie down beside him, and let him pull me against him and take my mouth in a hard kiss. I briefly register surprise that he doesn't seem to mind kissing me even though he just came in my mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you faster," he says when he finally pulls away.
It takes me a second to figure out what he means, and once I do I just smile and say, "I didn't mind. It was actually… kinda hot…" Smiling I tuck my face into his chest to hide my blush. I mumble my next question into his chest without looking up. "Was it… okay?"
He removes his left hand from its current place, sifting through my hair, down to my chin so that he can tip my face up to his before he says, "Katniss, that was without doubt, hands down, the best thing I have ever felt in my entire life." I tuck my head back into his chest and let him feel my answering smile against his skin.
We lay there quietly for a while, but eventually Peeta notices the way I am clenching my thighs together and squirming to try and create friction against myself with my jeans. He rolls just a little so that I am on my back with his right arm tucked underneath my head. After what he did to me earlier and then the excitement of getting him off, it only takes a few moments for Peeta to make me come. This time he uses his thumb to rub my clit and actually inserts first one, and then a second finger inside of me. I am a goner from the first second I feel his breath in my ear whispering about how tight and wet I feel around his fingers.
His hand is still in my jeans, cupping my sex a few minutes later when his soft, even breathing tells me that he has actually dozed off. I leave it there, liking the way his warm hand feels on me. As I doze off too I can't help but think, as much as I loved what we did tonight, if Peeta had pushed for it even a little bit, I probably would have allowed more… I probably would have allowed everything. In those quiet moments before I drift off to sleep, I acknowledge the fact that it won't be very long at all until Peeta and I are together in every way possible. In all the ways our bodies are telling us they want it.
So there you have it… Peeta Mellark gets a bad potty mouth when he comes. Aren't you glad you know that now? :)
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