Gale returned to the familiar spot under a tree that he often went to in the few moments he let himself relax. He sat down and leaned back against the trunk, for now nothing but the good weather on his mind. He wasn't sure when he started to doze off, but he knew it wasn't too long before he woke up to the sound of a twig breaking behind him. His eyes snapped open and he glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, it's just you." he said flatly, seeing his rival. He wondered why the blonde was doing here, but didn't find it worth asking so he turned around. "Hello to you too Gale." Peeta muttered, coming around to the front of the tree and plopping down on the grass in front of Gale. The older boy raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Erm…" Peeta averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "What is it?" Gale asked, frowning slightly. "I saw something today. So I…Erm, came to talk to you." The blonde male said quietly, looking almost shy. "You saw something…?" Gale asked, dubious. What the hell would he see that would make him want to come talk to me, of all people? Peeta nodded. "I…Well, Katniss kissed Madge." He said bluntly, looking back to Gale. The darker haired male just stared in shock and confusion. What the fuck! Peeta waves his hands back and fourth when he saw Gale's expression. "N-No! It wasn't like that, it was just a thank-you kiss. You see, Madge bought a stuffed animal for Prim. The kiss-It was barley even a kiss, their lips were only touching for a second! It definitely wasn't like how Katniss kisses me…" Gale frowned, inwardly wincing at the last part of the statement. "Okay, if it wasn't a big deal, then why are you here?" Peeta looked down. "Well you've kissed a lot of people before, right?" he asked. Gale sighed in exasperation. "What does that have to do with anything?" Peeta blushed a little then, and if he didn't look shy before he definitely looked shy now. "Seeing Katniss kiss Madge just made me realize that I've never kissed anyone but Katniss, and I've never been kissed by anyone but her either. Not even a friendly kiss like the one she gave Madge." Gale ran a hand through his hair. "I see. To answer your question, yeah I've kissed a lot of girls." Peeta nodded. "I thought so…They all taste different, right?" Ah, I see now. He's curious about kissing since he's only had experience with one girl. The older male chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, they all taste different. Some better than others." He told him. "When you kiss a girl and she kisses back; it always feels different, right?" Gale blinked and gave another small nod. "Pretty much. Some girls kiss back a little rougher than others, some are more impatient than others. And of course, it depends on the type of kissing." Peeta looked a little more comfortable now. "Yeah I would think so. Have you ever kissed a guy?" Gale paused, surprised by the question. Kiss a guy? Ugh. That doesn't sound too appealing. Not absolutely disgusting, but definitely something I'm not eager to try…After a few minutes the older male shook his head. "No. The idea hadn't even occurred to me." Peeta breathed out a soft laugh. "Yeah, it never really occurred to me, either until today. I thought about it after seeing Katniss kiss Madge, you know, since they're both girls." "But that wasn't a romantic kiss." Gale pointed out. "It was a gratitude kiss." "But it was still a kiss." Peeta murmured. Gale gave a shrug and the clearing fell silent again. "Would you kiss me?" Peeta asked after a few minutes, looking to Gale with shy and curious eyes. "I just want to know how it feels." He blushed slightly. The darker haired male looked at him for a long moment and slowly nodded. Peeta scooted closer and took in a breath. Gale leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the blonde's. Peeta closed his eyes and parted his lips against Gale's, softly pressing back. Well hell. I never saw this coming. Gale thought dryly and pulled back. Peeta opened his eyes and pulled back as well, wordless. "Happy now? Gale asked him. Peeta looked to him, swallowing. "I should return the favor…?" He murmured hesitantly. Gale looked back at him, and despite himself he gave a nod. Peeta scooted forward again and tilted Gale's chin up, softly brushing his lips over the older boy's. Gale responded, warmly pushing their mouths together and to his own surprise, raising his hands to run his finger's through Peeta's hair. Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this, and why do I like it? Gale couldn't answer the questions he posed himself and he didn't care as Peeta kissed him again. There was a moment when Peeta quivered that Gale thought the kiss would escalate, but it did not and instead it broke mutually; both boys pressing their lips together once more in a surprisingly tender moment and then pulling back. Gale slowly slid his fingers out of Peeta's hair and laid back on the ground. He folded his arms behind his head and looked up to the sky. Peeta laid back beside him in a similar position.
"Hey Gale?"
"Hm?"
"What kind of a kiss would that be considered?"
"A gay one."
"That's not what I meant…"
"A weird one."
"…"
"…"
"That sounds about right."