"Going for a quickie?" Cato asked with a smile when I walked back into the shop. "That girl up for round 2 already? It's only been like 20 minutes."
"Very funny." I mumbled, finding my seat again and staring at the endless amount of cupcakes lined up. Cupcakes were no fun, no skill was needed to frost these. "And what are you? Bipolar or something?"
"What'cha mean?" Cato asked swinging his arms side to side and stretching his back.
"Earlier today, you were about to kill me for my 'alleged' phone sex with her, now your cracking jokes?" I reminded him and he squinted at me.
"What's your point?" Cato asked, finishing his stretching. Seriously? He was already wearing clothes that were to tight on him and now this? Not to mention they were my clothes, which made it that much hotter somehow.
"Never mind, I guess." Grabbing my tools, I set to work. Wait, no something was bothering me and I dropped them, spatula falling to the ground. "Actually, what the hell was that all about this morning?"
"I could ask you the same thing since you gave me a bullshit answer, but I'm not." Cato winked and bent down to pick up the spatula. What the hell is he doing? Is he playing me or something? "Looks like you dropped this."
"Thanks…" I slanted my eyes at him, trying to figure out what his angle was. He obviously wanted to talk about something, but wasn't telling me what it was. "Is there something you wanna tell me?"
"Not really." He replied cracking his neck.
"You know, you're awfully perky for being wasted last night." I muttered and focused back on my job.
"Cato! Darling, where are you?" My mom's shrill voice echoed through the bakery.
"Who is she calling darling?" My dad asked as he walked down the stairs. "Where's my coffee? It's to early for bullshit."
He walked passed me to the coffee pot and noticed my hand mark. "Damn, Peeta. You get in a fight with a gorilla?"
"More so mom." I added. I wanted her to get in trouble with my dad, not only for the slap but for the flirting she has doing with Cato.
"Close enough." My dad replied. "Thank God that woman's grip is good for something, though."
"Dear lord, you didn't just say that." I cringed and Cato doubled over laughing.
"Come now, Peeta. A good sex life is important. Without it, we wouldn't even be together." He leaned in real close and I didn't want to even look at him. "It's cause she's a raging bitch. But a freak in the bed."
"Is it everyone's goal to make me as uncomfortable as possible?" I asked standing and walking away from my dad. "Cause all of you are succeeding."
"Don't be such a prude, Peeta."My dad sipped his coffee. "You're 17, you should be out spreading your seed."
Cato was now leaning against the counter laughing hysterically at my expense. "I hate you all." I muttered and walked towards the door. What is it with everyone today? How many times can a guy be called a prude in one hour?
"Come on, Peeta. Take a joke." My dad shouted, "We haven't had sex in nearly a year, you'd think I'd get anywhere near that toothy cavern?"
"Oh my god. Just stop!" I shouted and walked outside. Is this how it was going to be every damn day now? Sitting on the curb, I watched the morning start, everyone finding their way to work.
Cato walked out shortly after, still chuckling. "Man, your family is fucked up."
"Thanks for noticing…" I mumbled, still horrified by the experience. I'd rather take Clifford than have to sit through that conversation again. Cato sat down next to me and lit a cigarette.
"Not worried your mom will freak out that you're out here instead of icing cupcakes?" Cato asked inhaling.
"I don't really give a fuck right now." I mumbled and held my hand out. "Mind? After everything this morning, I could use a little stress relief."
He handed his cigarette to me and I inhaled, feeling the smoke travel down my lungs and coughing at the sensation. "That's what I thought." Cato replied taking it back. "You need something else to de-stress."
"Like what?" I asked impatiently. "Be a little weird if I started drinking. Frosting cupcakes isn't hard, but I don't want to even imagine how they'd turn out if I was drunk."
Cato laughed. "I guess alcohol is out of the question."
I leaned back on my hands and kicked my legs out into the bike lane. "You could always sniff my cock again." Cato laughed.
"What!?" I turned to him horrified. Why would he say that? "Are you insane?"
"What? Pretty much knocked you out last time." Cato shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "I mean, you just kind of laid there on the floor a while."
"Because I was terrified." I lied. It's not every day I find myself on my knees with someone's balls on my chin.
"It's not like the first time I've had some guys face in my crotch." Cato laughed. "Male stripper after all."
"Can we stop talking about your junk?" I asked. As much as I wanted him all up in my grill, I wasn't comfortable talking to HIM about it.
"Only trying to help." Cato stated putting his cigarette out.
"Oh, you'd do that for me?" I sarcastically added uncomfortably. "You'd let me sniff your business to help calm me down? My hero!"
"No need to be sarcastic."
"Who says I'm being sarcastic." Standing up I looked down at him and laughed. "Take your pants off. Let's do this."
"Whoa." Cato exclaimed. I knew it. I called his bluff. "You're sounding like Kat, there."
"Isn't that what you wanted?" I asked hesitantly. I might be pushing my luck here, but he started it. Like hell I'm backing down now. "I can be Kat if you want. I wish I had that damn whip right now…"
"What whip? Kat's got a whip?" Cato perked at the comment.
I smacked my hands together. "Master Peeta demands you take off your pants. I'll sniff that dick and you will like it!"
Cato's eyes bulged and a few people walking by stopped and shot dirty glares our way. I instantly turned red, forgetting we were outside. "Well that was embarrassing…"
Cato stood, towering over me and maybe a little to close for comfort at my last comment. Not to mention we were still outside and everyone was watching us now.
"If you insist." He started to unbutton his pants. Well, my pants.
"Dammit! Stop!" I nearly shouted. "I tried calling your bluff with my own."
"Who said mine was a bluff?" Cato smiled and turned back to the door and disappeared.
"Boy, you just got owned." I looked across the street and some little old lady was smiling at me and gave me the thumbs up. "Now get in there and sniff that dick!"
Cringing I turned away and started walking towards the door. "Come on; give an old lady something to dream about."
Entering the bakery again, I was beat red, but at least I was safe. My mom homed in on me and looked like she was about to yell, but noticed my dad was in the room.
"Peeta, go work on those damn cupcakes." She was mad about something. "And where did Cato go? He's gotta be around here somewhere."
"Did you try the kitchen?" My dad asked. "He might be in the oven trying to hide from you."
"Don't be foolish, that boy loves me." My mom added. "Cato! Where are you?"
After what happened outside, this was nothing. I made my way to the cupcakes and started frosting them.
"Psst."
Looking around, I didn't see anything and started frosting again.
"Psst. Hey, Peeta."
"Cato?" I asked trying to figure out where he was hiding. "I know my mom is terrifying, but you actually have to work if you want to keep the job."
"I know, but is there anyway I could help you instead? I'm afraid of being with her."
"Why's that? Aren't you used to being hit on, Mr. Stripper?" I sarcastically added.
"This is a little different; I'm not usually hit on by moms." Cato answered sneaking out from behind a rack of cupcakes. "Well, at least moms of people I actually know."
"Cato! There you are! Come now, we will knead bread!" My mom swooned.
"But, Peeta needs help with the cupcakes." Cato mentioned, hoping that it his excuse might get him out of it.
"Don't be foolish. Let the sissy do the sissy work." My mom answered, "Let us men do a man's job."
I tried not to think about my mom calling herself a man, but I couldn't. Not a good mental picture. Cato pleaded to me with his eyes to help him. What am I supposed to do? I already got hit once, not about to go through that again.
Cato disappeared into the kitchen, my mom cackling as they left. Grabbing my deco bag, I started my frosting again.
"Cato! You're so eager! But not so much flour. Here, like this."
"Err, please don't touch me. It's not like your teaching me how to golf or something…"
"You are just a ray of sunshine in the morning! Okay, lets get our hands dirty. Squeeze out those air bubbles. Smack it like your mad at it!"
I sorta felt bad for Cato, but at the same time, their conversation wasn't terribly scarring. A little funny actually, watching my mom fangirl over him like that. Gets rid of some of the weird tension between the two of us and focuses part of it on my mom.
"Hey, Peeta." My dad asked from the office door. "That Cato kid's actually not too bad. Although I do feel bad for him."
"Yeah. Mom's kind of going crazy."
"That she is." He sighed and leaned against the door. "Does she know he's your boyfriend?"
I stopped decorating for a moment, my body freezing. "What? I…"
"Peeta, it's not a big deal. I've known for a while. You're not exactly quiet. Kind of glad you've switched it up a bit, was getting tired of hearing you moan 'Gale! Please!'"
"Can't I be a normal teen gay and come out to my parents when I'm ready? Jeez, you both jumped me this morning about it." I cringed at the thought of my parents knowing. Plus, how many people did I need to come out to in one day? The number tripled in one day. About the same amount of times I've been called a prude. "Plus, he's not my boyfriend."
"So that little stunt outside? That was nothing? No cock sniffing for Master Peeta?" My dad added salt to my injury. "You really might want to think about the volume of your voice sometimes."
"Can you just leave me alone right now so I can die?" I asked leaning my head against the table.
"Keep your head up, son. Things will work out." My dad stated and walked back into the office and shut the door.
Right. Just get through today. It'll all work out. Just decorate these damn cupcakes, forget what happened the last couple days and just move on. It can't be that hard, right?
"Cato! You're covered in flour!" My mom giggled from the kitchen, mixed with a grunt from Cato.
"That's my fantasy! Get your own!" I shouted at them without even thinking about what I said. Oh shit. So much for forgetting the last couple days. I sank into my chair wanting to disappear from the world.
My dad shouted from his office. "What did I tell you about the volume of your voice?"
A/N: Thanks for voting. New story is already up. Sorry this one is a bit shorter than usual... It was just the best place to stop. Hope you enjoyed.