A/N: Warnings: DP sex. I've never wrote DP before so I don't know if I did it well or right or not so sorry if it sucks. Cross-dressing again.
This was supposed to be a christmas special type thing for you guys but it took longer than I thought so sorry about that.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.
Chapter Six
"Why are we watching this movie again?" Finnick asked.
Cato shrugged, staring at the t.v mindlessly. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten sick of Catching Fire yet but every single time the film never failed to amaze them. It was Chrismtas Eve and Peeta was upstairs somewhere. Apparently he was planning a 'surprise' for them for Christmas or something along those lines. Whenever it came to Peeta and surprises, it always ended up being something sweet like a well thought out gift. Both Cato and Finnick had learned not to get too excited when their boyfriend said he was planning a 'surprise'.
"I don't know, lack of things to do," Cato said.
"Hmm," Finnick replied dully.
They continued to stare blankly at the t.v screen, not consuming the plot at all. There was a 'clip clop' sound upstairs before a crash and a swear. Cato looked at Finnick in question but the bronze haired man just shrugged. He muted the t.v and listened for it again. A second later there was a thump and the ceiling rattled. "What is he doing up there?"
The clip clopping returned. The door upstairs opened and the sound continued down the hall to the stairs. "Peeta?" Finnick called. "What are you doing?"
"Two seconds!" Peeta called back. This was followed by a swift, "Damnit."
"You okay up there babe?" Cato asked.
"Uh-huh! Yeah!" Something clicked against the hardwood floor at the bottom of the stairs. "Are you guys in the living room?"
"Yeah," Finnick answered. "Why?"
Peeta popped his head around the door, a smattering of glitter smudged underneath his eyes and cheekbones. "Well, you know the way a while back you said that your 'fantasies' or whatever were for you-" he pointed to Finnick-"to do the whole cheesy 'school boy' thing and for you-" he pointed at Cato-"was to . . . well . . . see me dressed as a woman?"
"Yeah," both said cautiously.
"Well, surprise!" he said somewhat cautiously. Cato switched off the t.v just in time to catch him enter the living room. "God, I feel ridiculous."
"Wow," Finnick breathed.
Cato couldn't speak, he just stared there in awe.
Peeta tugged on the red skirt and clicked his heels against the floor. The last time he had worn a dress, it had been Halloween time and it had been by accident. Now he was wearing it on purpose and had time to sort himself out. Sexy Santa merged with a Slutty Student. A dark red bodice and fluffy skirt rimmed with white cotton, a black school blazer and backpack. White knee high socks with shiny black heels that made his slender legs seem longer.
"Holy shit Peeta," Cato said. "When-when did you do this?"
"Last month," Peeta shrugged. "I just thought, since it's Christmas and all, I should do this for you guys." He planted a hand on his hip and rotated one of his ankles. "God, these things are killing me. How can women walk around in these? You know what, screw it. I've been practicing standing properly in these deathtraps but I can't be bothered anymore." He slid his feet out so that they were shoulder width apart and sighed. "That's better."
Cato and Finnick sat with open mouths, gaping like fish.
"Guys?" Peeta asked apprehensively. "I got it wrong didn't I?"
Finnick blessed himself and ducked his head. "Oh thank you lord, whatever I've done to deserve this please let me know what it was so I can do it again and again so the gifts will keep a'coming."
"I also thought I'd let you guys do the . . . DP thing . . ." Peeta added awkwardly.
"You have to get over here," Cato said. "Now." He couldn't stand another minute without doing something about the sexy boy standing in front of them dressed up as Slutty Mrs Claus going to school. Wobbling in his black heels, Peeta picked his way over to the sofa where his partners sat. He sat down beside them, the skirt riding up and leaving most of his thighs bare. Finnick took the material of the skirt and rubbed it between his fingers.
"Velvet?" he asked.
"Yeah," Peeta answered. "You know, like santa and all?"
"Are you wearing underwear?" Cato questioned.
Peeta shook his head peevishly. "The costume didn't allow it," he explained. "I've been having to tug the skirt down because it's too small to stay covered but when I pull it down at the front, it bows upwards at the back. Although something told me you guys wouldn't mind. I still had to try though." Cato internally groaned.
"Well, go on then, give us a twirl," Finnick said.
Peeta flushed in embarrassment, pulling himself off the sofa again and twirling as instructed. Cato couldn't believe he could possibly look any more sexy than he did at that moment, twirling around in a dress that wasn't so feminine that it took away the masculinity of his lover's timid body. When he stopped twirling, Peeta tugged the skirt down again, causing it to ride up at the back.
"What's under the blazer?" Cato asked. He wanted Peeta to take it off, so he could see his arms and shoulders. He also wanted to slowly peel him out of that dress so he could fuck him blind on the coffee table.
"Nothing much," Peeta answered, shrugging it off. The dress was sleeveless, making his pale shoulders bare and his arms uncovered. "See?" Finnick was practically salivating and Cato had to hit him to get him to focus. "So how does this DP thing work? I mean, I know you explained it but . . . how do you know . . . do it?"
Cato got off the sofa and so did Finnick, both of them hovering a good couple of inches over Peeta, who had to look up-even in his heels-to look at them. Finnick leaned forward and claimed Peeta's lips, both of them immediately going into full blown out snogging mode which had Cato clenching his jaw angrily, waiting for them to finish. Peeta always looked so perfect when he was kissing-even when it was someone else-his pink lips wet with saliva, his eyebrows screwed together in concentration, cheeks flushed bashfully.
When Finnick didn't show any signs of stopping, Peeta reached out blindly for Cato, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. Cato smiled and kissed the top of his hand, tapping more up his arm until he reached his shoulder, which he bit and sucked feverishly. Peeta gasped into Finnick's mouth, yelping in surprise when he pulled away from their kiss and attacked his neck.
Cato slid his hand up his back, smirking when he found the zipper on the dress. "No ribbons this time?" he teased.
Peeta laughed. "No way," he replied breathlessly. "Both of you stop, now." He gently pushed them away. "I know I'm so terribly irrestiable right now but you need to calm yourselves down. What's the point in me wearing this thing if you're going to take it off right away? I put a lot of effort into this dress you know!"
"You made it?" Finnick asked in astonishment.
"Don't act so shocked," Peeta said. "I have a lot of talents you two don't know about. My old high school room mate and I used to sew things in our spare time. He was very good at doing inticate things with his hands and he taught me how to use a needle and thread."
"His hands?" Cato asked.
"Uh, yeah," Peeta answered. "His name was Gale." A sheepish look suddenly fell upon his face. "I actually had a . . . thing with him when we were teens."
"You had always had that you were straight until you met us," Finnick said, sounding confused.
"It was more of an experimental thing," Peeta was quick to explain. "We were young, going through puberty, having . . . urges. I thought after that I'd finally decided on my sexuality, especially when Gale had become more serious about the relationship than I had and I panicked and ended it."
"You did this when you were in . . . high school?" Cato asked.
Peeta shrugged, pulling the top of the dress up a bit. "Yeah," he answered, trying not to blush. "It was nothing serious . . . it was mostly just sex . . ."
Finnick laughed. "Peeta Mellark, you little minx, what else have you been hiding from us?" he said. "Why didn't you ever tell us that you that you had a fling with a guy in High School?"
"Basically because you're reacting like this. What the heck is a minx?" Peeta folded his arms and huffed. "I shouldn't have told you because now you're both going to make it weird, aren't you?"
"Us? Make it weird?" Cato asked. "Of course not." Peeta sighed in relief and sat down again on the sofa. "So . . . what sort of stuff did you do?"
Peeta groaned and put his head into his hands. "Does it matter?" he asked. "Are you really interested in the sexual endeavours of a virginal art major and his old room mate?" He frowned and looked at them through his fingers. "Don't answer that."
Cato threw himself onto the sofa beside him. "Too late," he said. "Spill. Come on, tell us."
"Do I have to?" Peeta moaned.
Finnick sat down on the other side of him and pulled his feet up into his lap. "Ah please babe. It sounds like it'd be incredibly sexy. So, this Gale guy, was he hot?" While Peeta mulled over the question, he pulled the heels off his feet and threw them away onto the floor. "Couldn't you have gotten bigger shoes? Those things have marked your feet."
"Next time I won't bother," Peeta replied dryly.
"He didn't mean it like that," Cato said. "And don't try to change the subject, answer Finnick's question."
"Okay, okay, yes, Gale was attractive, alright? Although I barely noticed because he was my room mate after all," Peeta answered. Cato gently pulled him back so he was sitting in his lap with his feet were resting on Finnick's legs. "I don't even remember when we started our . . . uh . . . arrangement-"
"Arrangement, god that sounds like something I'd expect to hear off Finnick," Cato laughed.
"Ha ha ha," Peeta responded in monotone. "If you don't want to hear the rest, I'll just stop talking."
"No, no, I'm sorry, keep going," Cato quickly amended.
Peeta sighed and let his head fall against the sofa cushion. "It was just tension relief, that's all. We started it during exam season and it kind of just continued after that as well. I knew he was gay when I moved into the dorm with him I just never thought that he'd be . . . like . . . you know, attracted to me."
"Well why wouldn't he be?" Finnick asked.
"I don't know, I just never thought about it," Peeta answered. "I mean, there were plenty of guys our age who could have been possiblites. I thought we were just friends but then one night we were studying together and things just kind of gotten out of hand . . ."
Finnick quirked an eyebrow. "Out of hand how?" he asked.
"I can't believe we're actually having this conversation," Peeta muttered. "I haven't looked back on this in years."
"Oh come on, it's Christmas, tell us," Cato pleaded.
"Yeah, it's Christmas, hence the dress and school blazer. I didn't think you guys were going to bully me into talking about silly high school fumbles," Peeta answered. He folded his arms in a huff and crossed his ankles. "I mean, it was nothing special. Just sex."
"Was it good sex?"
"Not as good as with you guys."
"Were you a bottom back then as well?"
"Yes."
"Did he have any special moves?"
Peeta frowned, trying to recollect the many things Gale would have done to get him in the mood. "He didn't really have any moves. I guess we'd just ask each other for it when we felt stressed or pressured, you know? Sometims he'd climb into my bed in the middle of the night and we'd do it then as well."
"My god, that's hot," Finnick said. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that's hot?"
"You're not," Peeta answered. "I can feel Cato digging into my back."
"How come you never let us wake you up in the middle of the night for sex?" Cato asked.
"Because you guys aren't under pressure for exams or anything. Plus you don't have to sit through six hours of school the next day," Peeta explained. "I don't even need to put out for you two anyway. And, I don't know, Gale had this way of making you think that what he wanted was the best option."
"You're talking as if you think he's better than us. Do you think he's better than us?" Finnick frowned.
Peeta grinned and, just to rile them up, considered it. "Well, he could eat ass like a pro," he said.
"Better than me?!" Finnick exclaimed, looking horrified.
"Meh," Peeta replied. "I can't really remember . . ."
"Looks like I'm going to have to re-jog your memory then. Cato, hold onto him."
Peeta yelped when Cato turned around and wrapped his arms around him, watching apprehensively as Finnick slid his hands up his legs and parted them so his skirt rode up, exposing just how naked he was underneath. Peeta shifted on the sofa, letting his knees fall open some more to give Finnick more room. He felt Cato stroking his head, something he always did when he was trying to control his envy.
Crouching down low on the couch, Finnick grabbed Peeta's thighs and tugged him closer. When his tongue entered him, the young blond moaned loudly and buried his hands into his hair. Peeta lifted his hips, pushing himself down onto his lover's tongue, pulling his head back and kissing Cato's neck to quell the jealousy he could feel oozing from him. Cato chuckled and brushed his fingers through the younger's hair.
"Oh goddd, Finn, please don't stop," Peeta groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating on the small flicks and licks of Finnick's tongue. He could practically feel Finnick smirking, if that were even possible with the task he was completing right then. He could feel himself getting close to climaxing and when Finnick moved away from his ass and wrapped his lips around his manhood, the hot warmth of his mouth making it unbearable to hold on, he came with a scream. He watched in amazement as Finnick swallowed all of his semen. "Holy lord."
Finnick sat back and smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Take that Gale," he said smugly.
"Are you tired now babe? Do you want to wait for some other time to try the DP?" Cato asked.
"Hell no, I'm not tired," Peeta replied, sitting up straight and cracking his neck. He was feeling a bit like jelly but the eating out was exactly what he needed to get in the mood for the DP. "Come on, I'm not a weakling. I just want it now more than ever. So, what do I have to do?"
"You should eat him a lot more often Odair," Cato chuckled. "It gets him more eager."
"Seriously, what do I do?" Peeta insisted.
Finnick got off the sofa. "You need to get onto your hands and knees, like if we were going to do it doggy style, and put your face into the cushions so your ass is just that little bit higher."
Cato stood up to give Peeta room to do as instructed. The young blond clamboured onto his hands and knees, heart slamming against his ribs in excitement. He leaned forward and pressed his face into the cushions, pushing his ass into the air as high as he could. Someone spanked him and he yelped, "Hey!"
"Sorry," Finnick apologized. "Couldn't help it."
"I wasn't complaining but warn me next time," Peeta said. He heard two zippers sliding down and he sucked in a nervous breath, not letting it go. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for it.
"This is going to hurt like a bitch but it will be worth it, okay?" Cato said, rubbing his back tenderly.
Peeta nodded. "Okay," he breathed. He didn't even want to know what the both of them were doing behind him to make this work but when they both entered him, it killed. Cato was right, it hurt like a bitch. A big, big bitch. "Ah, ah, ah, ow, guys, get out! It hurts to much, ow, ow, ow!" he yelled. Neither of them moved but he was still in agony, trying to pull away on his own.
"No, don't do that, just wait for the pain to pass," Finnick said, grabbing his hips and stopping him from moving.
"It hurts too much!" Peeta shouted, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.
"We know baby, just hold on," Cato replied.
Peeta couldn't move a muscle. He was too scared to even breathe, in case he moved and felt that horrifying pain wrack up his spine again. It felt like forever before the pain melted into small chills, morphing into that of pleasure and desire. "Move," he muttered into the cushions.
"Sorry?" Cato asked.
"We didn't hear you," Finnick added.
"I said move!" Peeta said, a bit louder. Laughing, his lovers both moved at the exact same time. It felt different from being penetrated by one person, creating pleasure times a billion. Peeta moaned, moving with them and angling himself so that it bumped his prostate with every hit. Moaning with every thrust, Peeta balled his hands up in the cushions, pleading, "Go harder, please!"
After that request, they began pounding him into the sofa without abandon, gripping his hips so tight Peeta knew there would be bruises in the morning. He didn't care, he was loving it. The authority they held over him, the way they gripped him in such a possessive manner, treating him like he was the only person they ever wanted to do this with was just so arousing that he couldn't handle it. He was close within minutes.
What was surprising was that Finnick and Cato came first. Normally Peeta would be the one to cum first but this time around they did. He felt their seed fill him up, leaking out of his entrance a little bit. They were virgourous though and kept moving, making sure he got to his finish too.
"Oh god, guys, har-harder, ah, that's it, ahhhh." Peeta groaned as he came, only realizing afterwards that his hand was wrapped around his arousal. Embarrassed, he whipped his hand off of himself before Cato or Finnick saw him. "Oh god guys, that was amazing."
"Fuck." Finnick pulled out and rolled off the sofa, landing on his back on the floor. Peeta couldn't feel his legs and Cato had to help him sit up, helping him lie on his side as not to irritate his abused backside. "Oh god that was mindblowing. Who's idea was that again?"
"Mine," Cato replied, panting like he'd just ran a marathon. "I read about it online."
"Read more stuff online. Who knows what else we'll find," Finnick instructed.
Peeta felt a thrill bristle through him at the thought of what else Cato might find. Not only had that night introduced him to the wonderful world of DP sex but it had also drew something else to his attention. "I think I might call Gale. Maybe meet him for coffee or something to catch up. We haven't talked in years."
Both of his lovers turned and gave him a look that could burn a hole into steel. They both asked the same thing at the same time:
"What?"
A/N: So I think you can guess what the next chapter will be but, remember, I'm still taking requests for what YOU would like to see ;)
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