Inspired by a post on tumblr where mrspeetamellark was being horny for sweatpants!Peeta causing me to become thirsty too...

inspiration: post/662492372343635968/its-sweatpants-season

It was a nice day in the town of well it was just called Town as far as I was concerned. Who am I kidding? This town has weirder than the weirdest shit that I don't think anyone can beat.

For example, there are people around here named 'Deli' and 'Bran' and 'Brutus'…

My train of thought is interrupted by none other than Peeta Mellark, the baker's youngest son who takes no sugar in his tea, double knots his laces, and smiles at everyone, not that I am noticing…

But seriously though, why the fuck does he sleep with his windows open? Does he not fear his neighbor aka, me peaking in his window when he's walking around in just a towel looking hotter than hell.

"Hi Katniss," the most amazing baritone to exist, I mean, Peeta says and I shake my head to pay all of my attention to him.

"H-hi Pee-taah," Fuck! why did that sound so sexy, even his name feels sexy on my tongue. Especially the 'ah'.

"Going for a run again?" he asks pleasantly and I feel my cheeks heating. Damn, how does he know? Not that I am doing anything wrong.

"Uh yeah, I am getting off schedule here, I mean, I wouldn't want you being late for your job at the bakery," I shut up, knowing I got my foot stuck in my mouth when he chuckles. Gawd!

"Of course, wouldn't want to take your time…" he trails off with an adorable flush creeping up his neck.

"Uh, Good rest of the day, Peeta," Good rest of the day? What the fuck was I saying.

He laughs again and starts fidgeting. Before I do something stupid I turn around and walk away.

I am only a few steps away when I hear him shout, "Katniss wait!"

I turn around and discreetly check him out. Damn, those sweatpants definitely fit him like a second skin. And if that cock looks half good naked as it does covered and flaccid, I am pretty sure I'll start salivating right there.

I move my eyes towards his face and see him waving a bakery bag. Did he just bring that now? Of course, he did! We were standing just outside his damn bakery when we…'talked'.

He waves me over and I decide to indulge myself and check him out again and I must've been too distracted by his 'bulge' because…

Thunk!

I notice my surroundings too late and end up walking in a lamppost, falling flat on my ass. Ouch. Motherfuck! Peeta was still standing where I last saw him and now he's definitely gonna realize what a klutz I am.

I hear heavy footfalls and a hand assists me to my feet. I shouldn't have looked up because Peeta is looking at me with those wide blue eyes and an adorably worried expression.

"Did you get hurt?" he asks and I decided not to tell him of my bruised ego

I want to ask him why he was waving me over with a bakery bag when he puts it in my hands and gives me a shy smile.

"I uh, remembered how much you liked them so I thought… Wait for a minute, I'll bring you the hot chocolate too. Extra whipped cream?" he asks and I nod. He scrambles towards the bakery and despite all the embarrassment I endured today, I can't help but smile at the thought of Peeta Mellark remembering how I like the cheese buns and hot chocolate I haven't ordered for nearly five years.