abugsaunt- Those wonderful ducks of yours. I like when Peeta and Cato talk too. I think it adds substance to their potential relationship. Ahhh! I just saw your update is over 10,000 words! That might take me awhile lol.
scheiGuy-"Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh."- Charlie Sheen. Words of wisdom we both seem to live by. Very good. Very. Good.
Momo42- Of course I had to be a tease, I have a reputation to keep :)
sysi huhu- Here's the update! No more torture!
MangoMagic- Yay! It sounds like you enjoyed the last chapter for a lot of different reasons, and I loved reading every one of them. It seriously means a lot to hear it. I'm glad you're still here with me. I can foresee them potentially dtr-ing at some point, but they have some "stuff" to take care of first ;)
SLASHMONSTER- Haha, I take it as a compliment to be compared to Peeta in any way. Yup, no magic here; just good old fashioned drama.
Abysslullaby- Aww, last chapter... I don't know if I could stop now that they just started ;)
CupcakeSprinkles14- Why do I do this to you? I'm a terribly horrible girl who derives immense pleasure from the agony of others :0 Muahahahaha!
sundragons9- Don't die :( I promise no more waiting! Don't pout! Turn that frown upside down!
Pale Is The New Tan- And I'm never going to get over how you flatter me :) Happy to hear how you're still liking it, regardless of how mad I make you lol.
DrarryFrerard- OMG, I love snickerdoodles. That is the best reward ever. I should write chapters like that more often if I get cookies for them.
It was about damn time. Cato's excitement bubbled over as Peeta hoisted himself off the hospital bed and the two of them walked coolly out of the infirmary. They weren't holding hands or anything; they weren't a couple. But Cato kept looking back at the younger boy following him to his room, wanting to just grab him and start running so they could get there faster. When they made it to the designated tribute floor, all the other tributes had already turned in for the night. Cato walked to the compartment that the tour guide had said was his room during the tour. Opening the door, he stepped inside for the first time and turned on the light to see a neatly made bed, a nightstand with the lit-up lamp and a digital alarm clock. The only other thing in the room was a dresser in the far corner. This would do just fine. As Peeta followed in behind him, the Career quickly locked the door, picked up the younger blonde, and threw him roughly on the bed. Peeta yelped in pain. "Watch it, you brute! I'm injured! I can handle being roughed up but just keep in mind I've got fresh stitches."
"Sorry," Cato apologized with an evil grin. "I got a little carried away."
Peeta got up to a kneeling position on the bed and smiled. "Just get over here."
The Career eagerly rushed to the bed and wrapped one arm around Peeta's waist while the other snaked around the back of the younger boy's neck. He pulled the smaller teen close and began kissing him passionately. Peeta responded with the same fervor, running his hands up the older boy's chest and moaning softly into his mouth. Cato took the opportunity to slip his tongue in to taste the sugar he so dearly missed. His hands crept to the hemline of Peeta's shirt and pulled it off. He broke their kiss to take a step back and reveled in his first sight of Peeta's bare chest. His skin was creamy and perfectly displayed his beautiful body. He couldn't help but run his hands over every bare inch as Peeta began to take off Cato's shirt too.
Peeta knew the boy was ripped, but seeing it up close for the first time, he stared in complete awe. The taller blonde's muscles looked to be crafted in stone and they rippled under Peeta's touch. His entire skin was hinted with a light golden tan. Cato really did look like a mythical Roman god. Peeta began to feel overheated.
The Career took over as he gently pushed Peeta back down on the bed, resting a hand under his injured arm for support. Peeta ran his hands through the older boy's platinum locks as Cato rolled his tongue along the younger blonde's abs, licking and tenderly kissing the faded bruises that were still present on Peeta's waist from the bloodbath. Peeta grabbed Cato then and boldly flipped him over, now straddling the older boy. He started kissing him again, biting and tugging on Cato's bottom lip. He trailed kisses down Cato's neck and raked his fingernails down the Career's muscled arms. He began working his lips further down the Roman god's statuesque body, placing more kisses and stopping to nibble his nipples as he unbuttoned Cato's pants. The Career closed his eyes at the marvelous sensations and soon felt his pants tugged off, underwear and all. He opened his eyes just in time to see Peeta smile at his naked form before cupping all of the brute's manhood and massaging. The tribute from 2 couldn't help but arch under the touch. "Mmm, Peeta," he mumbled as his hands gripped the sheets. Peeta licked his lips and bent down to brush his tongue over the head of the older blonde's glorious member. Cato squirmed as Peeta's tongue ran underneath the shaft and soon the baker boy was enclosing his mouth over it all. He began sucking as he slowly moved his head up and down Cato's hardened member, enjoying the little hums of pleasure erupting from the older boy's throat. He quickened the pace of his ministrations and Cato began to pant heavily and was thrusting his hips towards Peeta's face. Peeta prepared for the older boy's release but was taken aback when he was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders and pulled away from Cato's cock. The younger boy was brought up to face Cato who grinned as he wiped his thumb across the baker's swollen and wet lips. "Not that that didn't feel completely amazing, but I've been dying for the main course," Cato growled.
The brute practically ripped Peeta's pajama pants and underwear off and aggressively flipped over to bring the now completely naked boy back underneath him. He slid his hand up the younger boy's neck, trailing fingers along his jawline, and offering them to Peeta's mouth. The smaller teen took the fingers and began sensually sucking them as Cato ran his free hand through Peeta's soft blonde locks, drinking in his scent as he nuzzled the younger boy. When Cato's digits were thoroughly soaked, he pulled them out of Peeta's mouth and lightly nudged the boy's legs apart and sat between them. Massaging the younger boy's entrance, Cato could see the look of anxiety in Peeta's eyes. He reached up to give him a reassuring kiss before gently inserting one finger inside the boy. Peeta tensed a bit, but quickly relaxed as Cato moved to stick a second digit in and began stretching him. He could feel Peeta tense from the discomfort, but as Cato began to pump the two fingers in an out of the boy, he felt him start to relax. His fingers glided over an extremely sensitive spot he was hoping to find and Peeta literally jolted up from the bed with a cry of ecstasy. Inserting the third digit in, Cato continued to glide over the special spot, exciting moans and expletives from the boy beneath him. Peeta was seeing white as he writhed on the bed under Cato's touch. "Cato," he whined. "Put your cock inside me. Please. I want to feel you."
The Career didn't think his dick could get any harder after watching the gorgeous blonde underneath him writhing with pleasure from his touch. But when he heard the boy's desperate plea for his cock, he thought he would explode right there. Cato bent down to kiss the younger blonde roughly. With a growl, the older boy broke the kiss to spit into his hand and began slickening his hardened member before placing it at the younger boy's entrance. He looked into Peeta's eyes and saw lust and anticipation. He grabbed Peeta's thighs firmly to hold the boy still and slowly pushed himself inside. Peeta whimpered from the pain, turning his face into the pillow to muffle the sob. Cato soothingly rubbed the boy's thighs, holding still and waiting for Peeta to adjust. It felt incredible inside the younger blonde. As he felt Peeta relax, he slowly pulled out before smoothly sliding back in. Peeta still held his face against the pillow but with each sensual thrust, he gradually turned back to face the older boy above him.
"You okay?" Cato huskily asked as he was slowly building a rhythm. It was taking every ounce of will power to keep from just pounding the boy senseless.
"Yeah, I'm okay now," Peeta whispered back.
Cato took that as the green light to get a little rough, forcing himself harder into the baker boy. As he thrust with more fury, Peeta suddenly gasped and his whole body arched towards the Career. Cato knew he hit the spot again and began pounding him relentlessly.
"Cato! Cato! Cato!" Peeta was gasping his name now like a mantra between the thrusts. "Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop!"
The Career was panting and grunting from the effort and the ecstasy, fueled even further by Peeta calling his name. "God, Peeta you feel so good. I never want to stop!"
He noticed the boy arching his back further, throwing his head back and clawing at the sheets. He knew Peeta was close. He grabbed the boy and started stroking him in cadence with his powerful thrusts. "Cum for me, Peeta."
He brushed his thumb over the slit of Peeta's head and the boy exploded, crying out and releasing himself over his chest and Cato's hands. His walls tensed from his orgasm and enclosed tightly around Cato, throwing the Career past the point of no return. The older boy grunted and groaned as he released inside of Peeta, his whole body tensing from the mind-blowing orgasm. Exhausted, he collapsed on top of the younger boy, panting and feeling faint from the overwhelming sensations. Peeta just wrapped his arms around the boy and held him there to let him recuperate. When Cato finally caught his breath and his head stopped swimming from the high of his ecstasy, he pulled himself out of Peeta and rolled over.
"Holy shit that was incredible," Peeta gasped.
"Agreed. You felt amazing," Cato managed to finally huff out.
"Happy to hear it. Although training's gonna be a literal 'pain in the ass' for me tomorrow now." Peeta smirked as he got up.
"What time do you have to meet up with your squad for training?" Cato asked.
"7 am sharp."
"I don't have to be at training till 8. Just stay and sleep here. I'll set the alarm," Cato offered as he reached over to pull the blonde back to his bed. Peeta looked at him inquisitively before giving in. He fell asleep almost immediately, his head rested on Cato's bare chest. Cato stayed up a little longer, playing with the younger boy's hair and watching him sleep. He felt like he only shut his eyes for a moment when he reopened them to find it was 7:30. He had slept straight through the first alarm and Peeta was gone, the spot he slept in already cold.
So? Was it tasteful? Stupid? I honestly have no clue. Regardless, now that all that sexual tension has finally been broken, it can (and will) happen freely throughout the rest of the story. So, if I'm doing it wrong, stop me now. I'll take your criticism gratefully.