A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait but can you please answer the question at the bottom of this chapter for me? Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games.

Chapter Seven

Things had changed since the times he'd dated Gale. But now matter how he looked at it, Gale had always been his first. He'd been the guy who'd taught him how to perform things such as blowjobs and had suggested horse riding lessons, just for the sake of learning how to ride something.

Technically, Cato and Finnick had Gale to thank for all the stuff he knew.

The days leading up to Peeta's meeting with Gale, Cato and Finnick became a lot more affectionate. It was like they were trying to prove how big a part they played in Peeta's physical life, as if he was going to go and meet Gale, fall hopelessly in love with him and go into the bathrooms for a shag. It was a ridiculous concept but Peeta didn't mind the attention.

"So, what time's he coming?"

"Uh, around twelve." Instead of meeting in public, Gale and Peeta had decided to meet up at his house. Like, if Gale was going to freak out about the fact that Peeta had left him because he had said he wasn't gay but now had two, not one but two, partners who were both male, it would be better if he did it in a private place, rather than a public area.

Cato nodded, struggling to peel the potato in his hand properly because he couldn't hold the peeler properly. Peeta sighed and showed him how to do it, peeling the potato and chucking it into the pot of water. Cato grabbed another one, finally able to peel it himself . . . abeit a bit slower than Peeta had.

"I don't want either you or Finnick bringing up what I told you," Peeta said, walking back to his chopping board and resuming his pervious work of cutting some carrots. "Because it's not something we told many people about and I don't know if Gale would be okay with the thought of me telling my boyfriends."

Cato smirked. "I'm sorry, what was it you don't want us to talk about?" he asked.

"You know what," Peeta muttered.

"I can't seem to recall it, refresh my memory?"

Sighing heavily, Peeta said, "That we used to have a lot of sex in college," trying not to blush but immediately failing.

"Why wouldn't he be okay with it?" Cato asked.

"Because, when we were leaving college, I left him by insisting-quite admantly, might I add-that I was straight as an arrow and that having sex with him was just a phase." Peeta felt horribly guilty just recounting what he had said to Gale. He could still see his face when he closed his eyes, how disappointed and hurt he seemed.

"Doesn't that mean that just the mere sight of Finnick and I might piss him off?" Cato frowned.

"That's why he's meeting us here, at the house," Peeta said. "In case he flips his lid. Not that I expect he would. I'm sure he has a partner of his own by now, maybe even a family. But it's just a percaution. Better safe than sorry."

"He might just flip his lid. When he sees you now he's probably going to regret letting you go, straight or not," Cato grinned. "So . . . what sort of things did you two get up to?" He wiggled his eyebrows and Peeta rolled his eyes, laughing.

"That is none of your concern," he said, trying to sound stern while caught up remembering a particular escapade in the janitor's storeroom when Gale had failed his physics exam. "You just have to promise that you're all going to get along and not fight."

Cato crossed his heart. "I promise I won't fight with your old fuck buddy."

Peeta flushed in embarrassment. "Don't call him that," he muttered. "He's just a good friend now."

"Right," Cato said slowly. "Hey Finnick!" he called into the next room. "Promise you won't fight with Peeta's 'good friend'?!"

"Who's the good friend?" Finnick called back. "The fuck buddy?"

"He's not a fuck buddy!" Peeta exclaimed.

"Oh yeah, I promise not to fight with him," Finnick said, coming into the kitchen. "We both do, right Cato?"

"Right," Cato replied.

Peeta shook his head and pointed his knife at them both threateningly. "If you say fuck buddy in front of him then god help me you will both never dominate me ever again, do you hear me?" he threatened. Slightly startled at having a knife pointed at them, both of his partners nodded in sync. Finnick was the first to reach out and carefully slip the knife out of his hand, putting it onto the counter beside them.

"We promise we'll behave around your fuck buddy," Cato said, laughing when Peeta smacked his arm. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. We promise we'll behave around . . . Gale."

"Thank you," Peeta sighed, relieved that they weren't going to treat Gale like he was an outlaw who'd killed both their families and raped him every day they were together in high school. At least that was one thing off his mind.

~xXx~

Turned out he didn't need to worry about anything.

"You know, I'd have preferred it if you were all fighting," Peeta muttered as more laughter erupted in the room. The only way a group of couple could get along would be through something they all had in common. There was only one thing Cato, Finnick and Gale had in common. They had all dated/had intercourse with Peeta over a considerable amount of months. And this had given away to an array of anecdotes and jokes that could be shared between them at Peeta's expense.

"Does he still eat the peanut butter and nutella sandwiches?" Gale asked at one point. His old High School room-mate really hadn't changed a bit, only having gotten a bit taller and broader. Peeta wasn't sure whether he had changed in Gale's eyes or not but when he looked in the mirror, he thought he looked the exact same.

"Peanut-tella?" Cato replied. "Nearly every morning."

Finnick pulled a face. "It looks digusting," he said.

"Well good thing you don't have to eat it!" Peeta exclaimed, folding his arms in a huff. He was pretty sure his face was burning in embarrassment, the conversation revolving around solely him making him nervous. How long was it going to take before they started exchanging bedroom activties as well?

Which, of course, eventually happened. Even though Peeta was being ironic and sarcastic when he said it in his head. God, they were getting along too well. There was a part of him that wished Gale had gotten mad at the news that he was gay again and with two partners instead of taking it in his stride and getting on with Finnick and Gale so well.

"I am going to go and check on the dinner," Peeta said when he couldn't take it any more, getting off the sofa and going into the kitchen. And maybe die of humiliation. He had never wanted to leave a room quicker before in his life. Something told him he was being oversensitive and silly about the way they were talking about him. At least they weren't screaming at each other and Finnick and Cato hadn't brought up the words 'fuck buddy' at all. Well, in saying that . . . the day was still young.

"Everything okay in here?" Gale asked, having appeared in the doorway.

Peeta nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Everything's fine." He turned and smiled, trying not to let on to Gale that he was still an introvert who was easily embarrassed by the silliest things.

"Are you sure?" his old flame sounded unconvinced.

"Yeah," Peeta said. "I'm sure."

Gale smiled and moved into the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. That reminded Peeta that he had to ring up that guy about getting a window pane put into the kitchen door so you can see into the living room. "It's good to see you again," he said. Peeta couldn't help but notice the way the older man's eyes trailed up and down his frame before re-landing on his eyes again. "You haven't changed a bit."

Peeta smiled sheepishly. "Neither have you," he said.

"I only wish you had realized your true sexuality before you left me," Gale sighed. "I mean, I thought you were pretty sure when we broke up. 'Straight as an arrow,' that's what you'd said. Although I suppose I'd never really been fully convinced of that, since we'd been together for so long. I think you just got scared of commitment."

"I'm not scared of commitment," Peeta said indignantly.

Gale raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. "Oh, really?" he asked flatly.

"Really!" Peeta insisted. He wasn't scared of commitment, not any more anyway. He really had left Gale because he had gueninely believed he was not gay. Which probably seemed hard to believe now but was the god honest truth. "What we . . . did in High School wasn't really a relationship anyway."

"What did you think of it as then?" Gale asked curiously.

"Uh . . ." Peeta wasn't even 100% sure what he thought of it really. He had always thought they were on the same boat about it, until, that is, Gale got too attached. "What about you anyway? Do you have a significant other?"

Gale shook his head, unfazed by the change of direction in their conversation. "Nah," he said. "Haven't really had time for that."

"Have you . . . had any boyfriends since . . . high school?" Peeta questioned.

"I've had one night stands, but no boyfriends," Gale explained. He smiled, almost to himself. "No one could add up to you." Peeta furrowed his eyebrows, confused. What was he trying to say? "I never really got over you."

Peeta's eyes widened. "Oh . . ." he said. "I'm . . . sorry."

"No, it's fine," Gale answered. "I mean, it's worth it just to see you again now. You look so happy, in a stable relationship that doesn't just consist of sex every five minutes."

You'd think that but you don't know what Finnick's libido is like, Peeta thought to himself.

"If I'm honest, there are times when I re-think how I handled your breaking up with me," Gale continued. "I just let you go, as simple as that. I was trying to be the better person, I suppose, but it was still a stupid thing to do."

Peeta frowned. "Gale, the first time I tried to break up with you you didn't even let me get through the sentence before cutting me off with a kiss and performing a blowjob so I'd forget what I was saying."

Gale laughed. "I mean the second time, when you actually did leave me."

"You couldn't possibly still be hung up on that? It was so many years ago," Peeta said. "Are you sure you haven't had relationships with anyone since then?"

"Yep," Gale answered. "Absolutely no one. And I've only had sex with blond guys since then, because their hair always reminded me of you." He reached out and brushed his fingers through Peeta's hair, making the younger boy jerk his head away from him. "It was never really the same though."

"Okay, I'm just going to say what everyone else is thinking," a voice at the other side of the door said. "Why don't we just cut through all this sexual tension and have a one-off, hot foursome?"

"Finnick, what the fuck is wrong with you?!" a different voice exclaimed.

"Hey, don't act like you weren't thinking it!"

Sighing in exasperation, Peeta opened the door and saw Finnick and Cato standing in the doorway in such a way that showed that they had had their ears pressed against the kitchen door. "Were you two eavesdropping?"

"Good thing we were!" Finnick said, pointing at Gale accusingly. "He was seconds away from jumping you!"

"No he wasn't," Peeta sighed. He turned to Gale. "Right?"

Silence.

"Right?"

More Silence.

" . . . Gale?"

Finnick laughed. "Ah-ha! Knew it!" he cackled. "J'accuse!"

"Can you act your age for five minutes, please so we can discuss this like grown ups?" Cato asked. Finnick nodded but stuck his tongue out at him last minute before reverting back to normal. "So, Gale, as hard as it is for me to stay calm about this whole 'jumping' situation, I think-the same as it would be in a court of justice-you deserve a chance to explain yourself."

"Well, think about it," Gale said, as if he had planned out what he was going to say beforehand. "Imagine you had been dating Peeta in high school and then all of a sudden he leaves you because he's had this moral epiphany that he was 'straight'-"

"It wasn't all of a sudden," Peeta protested. "I didn't just do it out of the blue, we'd been growing apart-" He was silenced when Finnick put his hand over his mouth and pulled him into his body to stop his struggling.

"Let the man tell his side," he said. Peeta scowled at him but all he got in return was a cheeky smirk.

"And you spend the rest of your days wondering if you had made a massive mistake by letting him go," Gale continued. "Then you get a completely random call from him years later asking if you wanted to 'catch up'. You think, 'Oh brilliant! I get to see him again!' And then you find out that he's in a three-way relationship with two other guys and is no longer straight. How would that make you feel?"

"I guess pretty shitty," Cato said.

"Never mind pretty, completely shitty," Finnick corrected.

Gale nodded. "Exactly."

Peeta slapped Finnick's hand from his mouth. "So what you're trying to say is that this is all my fault for being a confused prick in High School who had no idea whether he was going one way or another?"

"No, what I'm trying to say is that, yeah, I was going to take a shot at kissing you, but it was only because I've always loved you and miss having you around," Gale replied. His eyes were shining with guenine affection, the sort of look that Finnick and Cato always gave him nearly every second of the day. "And I'm not going to stand here and say that I'm not mildy irritated by the fact that you're with tweedle dee and tweedle dum over there but as long as you're happy, so am I."

"I really am sorry Gale," Peeta insisted, feeling horrible.

There was a long pause before Finnick awkwardly put in, "That's why I suggested the foursome."

"Dude, seriously, right now?!" Cato snapped.

"What?! It would solve everything!" Finnick declared. "Gale would get his fix, Peeta wouldn't feel as bad and we get more sex."

"Foursomes aren't real," Peeta said. Judging by the looks the other three were giving him, what he had just said was incorrect. "I thought it wasn't really possible . . . right?" They laughed and his face burned with embarrassment, knowing that he had said something ridiculous.

"You're so blissfully clueless, it's so cute," Cato said.

"He's always been like that," Gale said.

"Hey! Watch it!" Peeta warned, annoyed that they were thinking of him as an oblvious child who still couldn't understand the dynamics of sex.

"Sex can include an astronomical amount of people," Finnick explained. "Have you ever heard of a gang bang?"

Peeta frowned, shaking his head. "Um, no," he replied.

"Right, best not say then."

Completely lost and unsure about why they were even having this conversation, Peeta turned the knob on the oven to switch it off. He moved away from the three of them and asked, "Why are we even talking about this? I mean, god, I'm not actually going to let you three have sex with me! I'm not that desperate!"

"Technically, it's not that you're the desperate one, it's that we're the desperate ones," Finnick pointed out.

"Okay then, I'm not a tart then!" Peeta corrected.

"Oh baby, you're not a tart," Cato said. "You see Finnick, this is a bad idea."

Gale fixed Peeta with a quizzical frown. "Do they always get on like this?" he asked.

Peeta shrugged. "I'd be worried if they didn't," he answered.

A/N: Okay, I know it's an aburpt ending but I need you guys' help for how you'd like this chapter to end. Here are the options:

(A) They have the foursome.

(B) They don't.

(C) Finnick and Cato let Gale have sex with Peeta on his own (unlikely but still there if that's what you want).

(D) Peeta tells them they're all a pack of idiots, leaves and accidentally stumbles into a jealous ex who used to be with either Finnick or Cato.

If you chose (D) please also add who's ex you want it to be (i) Finnick's (ii) Cato's.

Thank you guys it would be a massive help! :D