A/N: Wow guys I didn't expect this to get such an amazing response! It started off as just a thing to do when I have writer's block but now I quite like writing these one-shots! :D

Warnings: Threesome and heat perservation.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Three

"You broke the heater?!"

"I didn't mean to break the heater!"

"But you did anyway! Did you look outside? It's fucking snowing! We're all going to freeze to death!"

"I'll fix it!"

"You can't even mend a fuse!"

"Guys, stop it!"

Finnick and Cato stopped their arguing, the giant hunk of metal that was once part of their heating system lying on the floor between them, and looked at him. Peeta shivered, folding his arms and fighting to stop his teeth from chattering. Finnick hadn't meant to break the heater, obviously, but it had happened. Peeta already felt the chill descending on the house.

"He didn't mean to break it, did you Finnick?" he said.

"Obviously!" Finnick replied, slightly exasperated.

"We can call up the repair people and see if they can come out tomorrow. Until then I think the best thing to do is find blankets and candles," Peeta said. "Come on Cato, you come with me." He took Cato's hand and tugged him away from Finnick before he knocked him out. Cato threw a complacent smirk at the other as Peeta pulled him away, which prompted a smack on the arm. "Behave," Peeta warned.

"Sorry dad," Cato replied.

"Just behave yourself and go get some blankets," Peeta laughed, giving him a push towards the cupboard where they kept the towels and blankets. God, keeping those two in check was like trying to look after two brothers who wanted to play with the same toy. Only . . . he was the toy . . .

"If he's your dad, then he can be my husband and we'll be your parents," Finnick said, appearing beside him. "Go to bed Cato while daddy and I spend some time together." Peeta rolled his eyes as Finnick wound his arm around his waist and pulled him flush against his side. "Or even better, go to the naughty step for shouting at Papa."

"Oh that's just wrong on so many levels," Cato said, opening the cupboard door and pulling out all the blankets they owned. "And, just for the record, I'm older than you so I'd technically be your daddy." He walked back over to them without the blanket bundles in his arms.

"We're both daddies to wittle Peeta-Pie here cuz' he's the youngest," Finnick said.

"Urgh," Peeta blanched, grabbing the blankets and heading up the stairs to set them up in their room. "That is disgusting!" Finnick and Cato exchanged a grin before following him up the stairs. As soon as Peeta crossed the threshold of their room, he was hit by a wall of ice. "Jeez, it's freezing in here." He could see the air fog up with every breath he took. He spread one of the blankets ontop of their quilt before wrapping himself up in a spare and sitting down on the window sill.

"Of course you chose the snow day to break the heating," Cato commented as himself and Finnick came into the room. "Why not during the heatwave in august, huh? Knowing you then it would have been the air conditioning you broke then."

"You're just grumpy because you're leaving tomorrow," Finnick replied, taking up a blanket of his own and wrapping it around his shoulders.

"Yeah! Because you've unsettled me even more now! I'm supposed to trust you to look after Peeta and look what you do a day before I leave! You break the bloody heating!" Cato exclaimed.

"I can look after myself, you know," Peeta replied, pulling the blanket over his hands and sighing. "Finnick doesn't need to look after me."

"Which I'm perfectly capable of doing, by the by," Finnick injected.

Peeta shook his head. "God, it's cold," he shivered.

"Okay then, looks like we're sleeping naked tonight!" Finnick replied. Cato and Peeta both gave him an 'are you being serious right now?' look. "No, seriously! It perserves body heat! You sleep together naked and the body heat actually provides more warmth than wrapping up in layers does."

"Is that right, now?" Cato asked sarcastically.

"Yes, actually, it is!" Finnick replied. "I can get my phone out and google it if I have to, don't think I won't! Plus, what the heck? Are you really complaining about sleeping naked with Peeta?!"

Peeta winced and blushed, ducking his head and hiding his face beneath the blankets. God, he still wasn't going to get used to being talked about like that. Like seeing him naked was the most glorious thing that could ever happen to them, like a gift bestowed on them from God himself.

"I'm not complaining about seeing him naked, I'm worried about seeing you naked!" Cato replied.

"You've seen me naked before!" Finnick retorted.

Cato pulled a face. "Tragically. Normally my eyes are distracted by the body that's between us."

"Oh god," Peeta frowned. He thought it a shame that Cato and Finnick destested each other so much. Maybe if his boyfriend's were even the tiniest bit attracted to each other they might consider doing one of his biggest fantasies. Which was-yes-for them to have sex with each other. Peeta wasn't proud of the fact that he liked the idea of his boyfriends going at it with each other but there it was. Human sexuality was certainly a strange thing. Sadly, both their attentions were focused on him.

"Well if our relationship is going to become more permanant you're going to have to get used to Finnick Jr.," Finnick said. As if to make a point of it, his hands fiddled underneath the blanket and when he stood up, his pants dropped to the floor. Cato stepped backwards, looking at the jeans like they were a poisonous scorpion. Finnick laughed and hooked his foot into them, flinging the garment at Cato like a projectile. Cato ducked out of the way and bumped into the door, like if Finnick's jeans touched him he'd melt.

"Ah, man that's nasty," Cato said.

"They're just pants," Peeta pointed out.

"You see? Peeta doesn't mind my pants," Finnick teased. He dropped his blanket, never minding of the cold, and pulled his shirt off, as if taking Cato's disapproval as agreement to go with the sleeping nude idea. Peeta got momentarily distracted by one half of his other half's body. Finnick had the body of someone who'd been working out since he was, like, nine. Catching him staring, Finnick smirked and winked at him, which promptly made him look away.

"Have you no temperature threshold?" Cato asked incredulously.

"I'm fine. Why Cato? Getting jealous of my obvious sex appeal?" Finnick asked.

Cato laughed. "Seriously? Me jealous of you? Ha, you're hilarious. You want naked? Fine, I'll give you naked then!" He then proceeded to discard his own pants and shirt. Peeta's eyes bulged, nearly popping out of their sockets. Oh holy lord, were they trying to kill him? He curled further up into the blanket to hide how his anatamony was reacting to the siutation. What sort of arguement was this anyway?

The cold was definitely beginning to set in. Peeta found himself shivering and he wished for another blanket. How Finnick and Cato could stand there in nothing but their underwear having an intense stare down he had no idea. He felt like his fingers were going to drop off.

"Are you cold, baby?" Finnick asked, breaking his stare with Cato when he heard his teeth chattering. Peeta nodded, tightening the blanket around him and suppressing his trembling. "Okay, I don't care, we're sleeping naked. I don't want any appendages dropping off." Quick as a flash, he whipped off his underwear and jumped under the covers. "Come on, don't leave me here on my own."

Cato rolled his eyes and walked to the bed, slipping out of his underwear as well and getting under the quilt. Finnick made a face which was rewarded with a punch in the arm. "You aren't my dream bed mate either," Cato said. He looked at Peeta and smiled. "You coming? It actually is warm in here."

"That's just my natural charm radiating off me," Finnick smirked, putting his hands behind his head. Cato rolled his eyes again. Peeta shook his head to get the sight straight in his head. Both of them, naked, in bed, without him. It was odd to say the least. Still, he wasn't keen of the idea of stripping in front of them both so he stayed curled up on the window sill, trying to calm his erratic breathing and chattering teeth.

"Seriously Peeta-Pie you're going to freeze to death over there," Cato said.

"It-It's okay, I'm g-g-g-good," Peeta replied.

"Oh come on, please don't tell me you're still shy?" Cato asked. "How many times have we had sex now? Plus, there's nothing wrong with your body."

"Amen to that," Finnick said.

Peeta felt his cheeks warm against the cold and he smiled weakly at them. "I-I-I-I'm n-not even t-t-that c-c-c-c-cold." He was saying this even though it felt like there were icicles dropping off his nose. Now if he could get into bed with them without taking his own clothes off but he knew they wouldn't let him.

"Come on Peeta-Pie, you know we love you and how you look," Finnick said, pouting. "We just want to keep you warm."

"I know but-"

"No buts," Cato interuppted.

"Unless it involves getting yours stripped and over here," Finnick added.

"Are you sure it even works?" Peeta asked helplessly.

"Okay babe, listen, I don't say this often but, Finnick's right. The bed is actually really toasty," Cato said. Peeta knew that it was rare when Cato would admit that Finnick was right. Deciding that this was too big a step to ignore, he struggled to his feet and discarded the blanket.

"How about this?" he asked sheepishly. The chilly air bit at his skin immediately, making goosebumps break out across his arms and legs. He was standing in a pair of three quarter lengths and his old sleep shirt because the snow had caused him to decide it was an indoors day which had been fine up until the point where Finnick wrecked the heater.

"No, come on. Cato stepped up, you have to too. Kit off, now," Finnick said. Peeta scowled and rubbed his arms irritabley, trying to get more heat into his body. Both Finnick and Cato raised their eyebrows simulatniously which freaked him out slightly. "Come on! It's not often I wreck something and then come up with a solution almost instantly!"

Peeta shivered again and sighed, knowing that the ending of this was inevitable. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, pausing to scowl when one of them wolf whistled. He balled the garment up and fired it at Finnick. He gladly caught it and made a big deal out of smelling it. Cato took the shirt as well and did the same, both of them pretending to pass out at his scent.

"Har de har har," Peeta said dryly. He pushed his trousers off and left them on the floor, deciding to best to let throw that at them as well. "I don't care what you say, I'm keeping my socks and underwear on." Finnick and Cato both grinned and held out their arms to him. "Hold on, I need to put our clothes away." Keeping the room clean was a habit of his that he couldn't kick, cold room or not.

"Damn just look at that ass," Finnick commented when he bent over to pick up the clothes.

"Mmm-hmm," Cato replied.

"I could put my pjamas on you know, it wouldn't hinder me," Peeta warned.

"Just stop tidying up and get into bed," Cato moaned.

"Hold on," Peeta insisted, scooting past the bed to get to the wardrobe. Arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him down, ripping a yelp from him.

"Oh god you're so cold!" Finnick exclaimed, pulling him under the covers. Peeta struggled against his attackers, shrieking when they wrapped the comforter and blankets over his head. He had to admit, it was warm, but underneath the sheets it was suffocating. He pushed himself back up so his head came out of the top again.

"Ha, look at your hair," Cato joked, scruffing his hand through Peeta's gold curls. "It's all staticky." His arms went automatically around the younger's waist, their original bedtime position engraved in their minds and causing them to work through it on auto-pilot. Peeta fought back a blush when he felt something hard press into his back. No prizes to guess what that was. "Shit, you're still freezing."

Finnick reached out and pressed his hand against his cheek. "Oh god," he said. "Jeez, I didn't think it was that cold."

"Says the man who's lying naked," Peeta replied.

"You know it's really not going to work unless you take your underwear off as well," Cato pointed out.

"Then I guess it's not gonna work then, right?"

"Come on Peeta-Pie, we really don't want another lecture about how there is nothing wrong with how you look naked," Finnick insisted. "Well, I wouldn't mind going through the slides again but-"

"Okay, no, I don't want that," Peeta interuppted. When the three of them first started going out, he had been so shy about nudity that they had forced him to sit through an hour-long lecture on how 'beautiful' and 'extremely sexy' he was when he was naked. It was excruiatingly embarrassing and it really did nothing to difuse the bashfulness issue. Of course, Finnick and Cato enjoyed every second, finding the fact that they were risking permanantly staining their boyfriend's cheeks red.

"Oh baby, your lips are turning blue," Finnick said, running his fingers over his trembling lips. "Come 'ere, let me help." He leaned forward and kissed him, the warmth of his lips immediately seeping through to warm up Peeta's. The heat was nice and Peeta leaned into him, closing his eyes. Finnick smirked and increased intensity, forcing him round onto his back so he was pinned against the mattress.

Peeta was so lost in it that he barely noticed when Cato hooked his thumbs into his underpants and began sliding them down his legs. He caught on though and yelped into Finnick's mouth, squirming away. "I said no," he said, gasping when Finnick buried his face into his neck and started kissing it. His hand went into his hair and he couldn't help but hold his head there.

"Just so you'll warm up," Cato replied. He pulled the garment off and threw it away off to the floor. Peeta curled up into a ball to cover himself, making tiny squeaking sounds as Finn continued the relentless attack on his neck. "Ah-ah, rule number three remember? No curling in to hide because there is absolutely no need for it."

"But Cato, I c-AN'T!" Peeta's voice rose when his boyfriend ignored what he was saying and slipped his hand between his thighs to take a firm hold of his manhood.

"This will warm you up fair and quick," Cato purred, beginning to stroke him agnonizingly slow.

Peeta moaned, squirming on the bed as Finnick's kisses started tapping lower and lower. Coupled with Cato's slow ministrations on his neither regions, Peeta was definitely beginning to get incredibly hot. "Guys, guy-S, s-seriously, I can't-oh god-just hold up a sec-" Cato licked the shell of his ear and bit down on it, just enough so that it hurt so he couldn't finish his sentence.

"But you're not warm enough yet," Finnick teased. He took Peeta's hands and lifted them above his head so that they rested on the headboard. "Grip here please." Doing as he was told, Peeta gripped the headboard, immediately regretting it when Finnick started attacking his torso with his mouth. He groaned as he ran his tongue between his abs, dipping into his navel and going back up again.

"I'm pretty wa-RM!" He shrieked as Cato pushed his finger into his entrance. Pleasure racked up his spine and overwhelmed his senses, clouding his brain with a lustful haze.

"Little Peeta-Pie is heating up now, isn't he?"

"Mmm-hmm." Finnick bit Peeta's bottom lip, tugging on it until it nearly hurt. Cato added a second finger and brushed his prostate, causing his back to bow and a moan to ring out in the cold room. Peeta let go of the headboard and tried to wrap his arms around them but they wouldn't let him, instead taking his arms and pinning them to the bed.

"Come on guys," he keened, his back bowing off the bed as he struggled to keep himself under control. "Please-"

"Shush," Finnick whispered, pecking his nose. "You're almost there. You're almost completely warmed up." He tickled his fingers down his torso and took a firm grip of his arousal. Peeta cried out and strained against the hands pinning him down. He was right, he was close to being completely warm but he was also close to something else.

"We know what you want to see, by the way," Cato said huskily into his ear. "You know you could have just asked."

"Just asked what?" Peeta gasped. His eyes then widened when Finnick and Cato bridged a gap over him and started making out. Like, proper making out. "Holy lord!" That was what did it for him. It was too much. Too hot and too passionate to handle while someone was stroking him and brushing their fingers along his prostate.

Finnick and Cato were making a big deal out of making out, continuing to suck on each other's lips long after Peeta had came and went limp in their hold. "Okay, guys, you're going to have to stop because I can't take it anymore," he begged.

As soon as they pulled away, they reverted back to normal. "Jesus Odair, how sharp are your fucking teeth?" Cato snapped, rubbing at his mouth.

"It's nothing on your bloody tongue being shoved half way down my fucking throat!" Finnick snapped back.

"And the moment's ruined," Peeta sighed, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. "How did you find out about that?"

"You can't hide your sexual fantasies from us," Finnick said, brushing his knuckles across his cheekbone tenderly. "We read minds."

"And we caught you masturbating while muttering about it," Cato pointed out.

Peeta's cheeks flamed, positively mortified. "Oh my god," he groaned, shutting his eyes in horror. "I didn't mean-well, I did but not like, in a perverted sort of way that I w-wanted you t-to . . . you know-"

"Babe, babe, hey, you listening?" Cato said, snapping his fingers to get his attention. "It's okay. We all have our fantasies. It is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Yeah," Finnick added. "Like I dream of being a teacher and having you in my class. The poor, defenceless boy who's so easy to take advantage of. Your grades are bad but your parents will kill you if you don't get good marks so you stay behind for extra credit."

"Oh Jesus Christ," Cato said, rolling his eyes. "That sounds like a horrible porno, Finnick."

"And my grades were just fine thank you very much," Peeta said.

"And what was your fantasy then Mr. Porno Police?" Finnick demanded.

"I furfilled mine actually!" Cato replied. Peeta raised his eyebrows at him and Finnick made an unimpressed noise at the back of his throat. "It was too . . . ah . . . seepeetadressedasawoman."

"What?" Finnick and Peeta asked at once.

Cato sighed. "See Peeta dressed as a woman," he said.

"Oh yeah, you're bloody bi," Finnick sighed. "Ha, like cross-dressing then Hadley?"

"Shut up," Cato muttered.

"Aw, it's okay baby," Peeta said. He would have rubbed his arm if he could move them but he had to just go with a soothing tone. "Human sexuality is a funny thing."

"Says the boy who likes to watch his boyfriends get it on," Finnick teased in a sultry tone. Peeta blushed again, trying to slide under the covers to hide his face. "Ah-ah, come on back up. It's okay, we'll do anything for you."

"Even if it includes getting my lip bit off by dracula," Cato pointed out.

"Or having to choke on Hadley's tongue," Finnick added.

"But why?" Peeta asked. "You obviously hate each other."

Cato and Finnick exchanged a look and sighed. They both freed his arms and lay down beside him. "The only reason we hate each other is because we have you share you," Finnick explained. "Probably if we had of met in normal circumstances we would have actually quite liked each other."

"But why do all that for me if you still do hate each other?" Peeta insisted.

The answer to this was pain and simple. An answer that was the last thing he had expected them to say.

"Because we love you."

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