Coffee and Classics
There's a little drama in this chapter guys! I hope you like it; it was really fun to write!
I do not own The Hunger Games.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN :
"My brother Rye is coming to visit," Peeta says the next day when I stop by Coffee and Classics to see him—and get some more books. I look up at him from my usual chair, and try to give him a smile, but my heart is pounding so hard in my ears. It's time to meet his family? Motherfu—
"Katniss? You okay, baby?" Peeta takes my hand after setting my Mexican hot chocolate on the side table next to me.
"Of course, Peeta. When does he get in?" I slip my hand out of his and take my hot chocolate, trying to stop my hands from shaking. It's suddenly freezing in here.
"Tomorrow. He's going to love you, Katniss. I mean, not as much as I do, but you guys will get along great." He smiles, his nose crinkling and his eyes gleaming. I try to smile too. I want to make him happy. I want his family to like me. Hopefully everything works out, though that never seems to happen.
"You've never told me too much about your brothers."
"Well they're fucking crazy. Especially Rye. And we've got some complicated history. But in general, they're pretty good guys. We do get a little competitive when we're around each other though, so try not to get too annoyed by the number of wrestling or dart throwing challenges we get into." The side of his mouth lifts up in a sexy smile, and my fears melt a little. But not too much.
"I can't wait to meet him," I say, willing myself to believe my own words. Peeta leans down and plants a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead before going back to work. Please let everything turn out alright.
"God, I don't think I will ever get tired of being with you Katniss." Peeta kisses between my breasts, still sweaty from our love making. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Peeta." I move his head back to my face and kiss his lips. Ever since I said I love you to him, he keeps doing things to make me say it again. It's cute. And the smile he gives me after I say it makes my nerves melt away.
The kisses soon become passionate—my hands running through his hair and Peeta grazing my nipples with my thumbs; we're about to go for round two when I look at the clock.
"Baby, we have to stop. We have to go pick up your brother from the airport," I say, even though it's the last thing I want to do. Peeta groans into my neck, exasperated and annoyed and obviously agreeing with me.
"God, I'm gonna have blue balls the next few days while he's here. Everything you do turns me on, Katniss," he turns his face back to me. Then he smirks. "It's a sickness, really."
I glare at him. Fucking compliments. But then I shrug, knowing he does the same thing for me. Peeta can brush his teeth and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.
"When does he leave again?" I ask, running my hand down his back and resting it on his firm backside.
"In three days, Wednesday morning." He kisses down my neck. "And then we are going to have the best sex of our lives." He looks back up at me and smiles.
"Every time we have sex, it's the best sex of our lives," I say, blushing and rolling my eyes. He laughs at my expression and plants a wet kiss on my mouth. Then reluctantly, he gets out of bed and pulls me with him.
"Okay, for the next few days, you must wear a snow suit; and a hat, to cover up your silky, sexy hair; and sunglasses to cover up your mesmerizing eyes." He pulls on his jeans and a blue long sleeve shirt. Then he lets out a big sigh. "Who am I kidding? I will still want to rip your clothes off."
I laugh, and throw my shirt at him. He catches it gracefully and smiles, a chuckle escaping his beautiful mouth. I walk into his closet and take out fresh clothes from my designated drawer. Once they're on, Peeta takes my hand, plants a quick kiss on each one of my fingers and pulls me towards the door of his apartment.
"PEET! You little shit, it's awesome to see you!" A guy who I hope is Peeta's older brother, pulls him into a bear hug, slapping his back several times heartily. Peeta says a response, but it's muffled by his brother's howl of laughter as he looks at me.
"There's no way in fuck that's your girlfriend, Peet," he yells, slapping Peeta on the back. "You obviously hired a hooker. And a high class one. She's way too hot for your sappy, clingy, ugly ass." Peeta laughs, but it's strained. He obviously hit a nerve with that comment; I wonder which part of it did. Well, it's time for me to ease the tension. Something I suck at.
"I'm sorry to say it, but I am his girlfriend. And not a hooker, I swear," I say as I hold out to him. He takes it in his rough hand and gives it a strong shake. "Katniss Everdeen."
"Rye Mellark. It's nice to meet you, Katniss. This dickhead told me a lot about you." He waves his thumb in Peeta's direction. Peeta looks at me, his face half etched in annoyance and the other in admiration. "Says you're pretty amazing. But I think I'll have to figure that out for myself."
"I have to agree—never take what Peeta says to heart. He exaggerates a lot about me," I say with a smirk as I look at Peeta. He smirks back at me and shakes his head. I turn back to Rye. "You want to drop your stuff off at Peeta's and head to the bar?" I reach for Peeta's hand. He intertwines our fingers and starts to rub circles on my thumb with his thumb. God, I love it when he does that.
"Sounds good, Katniss. Let's go dickhead!" He slaps Peeta on the back again, picks up his bag and begins to walk towards the exit.
"Three days minus twenty minutes," Peeta whispers into my ear. He nips it gently and growls. I flush and follow his brother out of the building.
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!" Rye chants as I chug my forth beer. Applause and cheers rain out as I slam my mug down on the bar. Rye slaps me on the back, leaving a faint sting on my shoulder. "God, you are way too cool for my brother. But I'm available, if you get bored of him." He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I roll my eyes. Just what I need, another Finnick. Speaking of which.
"Peeta! Katniss! What's up?!" Finnick plows through the crowd in the bar and makes his way towards us. He looks perfectly put together as always, wearing a skin tight red t-shirt and dark blue jeans. When reaches us, he runs his hand through his bronze locks then pulls me in for a hug. He plants a quick kiss on my cheek and I notice he already smells like bourbon. He releases me and walks over to Peeta and pulls him into a hug too. Peeta looks slightly started but returns the hug anyway. "I love you guys. You guys are so awesome. And I wish I could watch you guys do it. I bet it's all sensual and epic. Like Romeo and Juliet."
Wow, he is super drunk. Peeta and I both punch him on the arm. He shouts in pain, but still wears a goofy smile on his face. Peeta introduces Rye to Finnick and they exchange a manly handshake. Then Rye opens up his mouth.
"That's the only way Peeta has sex, Finnick. Trust me, I know." Rye says as he finishes his sixth beer. He's slightly unsteady on his feet and it's almost time to cut him off. Rye looks over at Peeta, and Peeta freezes, his happy-go-lucky expression disappearing and into a look of death. Ice runs through my veins. Finnick, of course, doesn't pay attention to the exchange.
"What do you mean?" Finnick asks as he orders a gin and tonic, winking at the female bartender. She swoons a bit before leaving to fetch his drink.
"I slept with one of his girlfriends," he says unashamed, taking a sip from his new beer. "They had been dating for a year and Peeta left to get them food or something, and I came home and she was on the couch, looking sexy with her red hair and perky boobs. And I just had to have her. While we were banging she said she was glad to have sex with someone who wasn't so kind and considerate. She wanted a little roughness, and Peeta wouldn't do it." He smiles and continues drinking his beer.
My mouth drops open at his confession. Finnick chuckles a bit and throws back his drink the bartender just gave him. Peeta looks like he's about to punch somebody. The alcohol kicks in, forbidding me to hold my tongue.
"That's fucking terrible!" I yell, unable to contain my fury. "You're the worst fucking brother I've ever heard of."
Rye looks at me, his goofy smirk fading and a glare forming. "Don't judge me. You don't know anything. You're just some bitch he started dating."
"I can't believe you would do that to your own brother. Like his life didn't suck enough from your terrible mother, you had to be a complete dickhead!" I scream, and push him slightly. It doesn't even faze him, considering he's the size of a truck. He just chuckles a little, sets down his beer and takes his finger and pokes it in my face.
"Listen, bitch. Don't talk to me that way. Don't talk about my family that way. Just don't fucking speak to me at all unless I tell you to. You think you're so much better than everyone else. Well, you're not. You're trash and Peeta will realize that soon enough. You're not good enough for him."
Peeta finally decides to intervene. "Rye, don't talk to her like that," he says, pushing him away slightly. But I'm not done with what I have to say.
"How could you let her do that to him?!" I yell, ignoring Peeta as he tries to pull me away. "You had to know what she was doing, and you just sat by and let her! Your seven years older than him, you could have told somebody! You should rot in hell!" Rye is now longer smirking, but fucking livid. Without warning, Rye grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me.
"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, his face an inch from mine. Then all hell breaks loose. Before I have time to react, a see a fist connect with the left side of Rye's jaw and he staggers a bit, but the punch probably wasn't too hard because he doesn't let me go. I glance right and see Finnick holding his left hand and cursing—obviously he's never punched anyone before. Suddenly, hands are around my waist and they rip me backwards, until my back is against Finnick's chest and out of Rye's grasp. Finnick wraps his arms around my waist and I see another fist thrown at Rye's face. It hits Rye's right cheek and he stumbles backwards and onto the wood floor. Peeta stands over him.
"Don't touch her. Don't talk to her. Don't even look at her!" He shouts, and it frightens even me—his deep voice sending chills down my spine. His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are bulging as he looks at his older brother on the ground. Quickly, Rye gets up and tackles Peeta. They begin fighting, fists flying and connecting into stomachs, faces, sides and backs. I can't tell if anyone is actually winning, but it looks painful, and fucking terrifying.
It only lasts about thirty seconds before security arrives and pulls Peeta off of Rye. His face is dripping blood from his nose and a cut on his left cheek, which must have been made by one of Rye's rings. His beautiful blonde hair is sweaty and dirty and he still looks furious. I glance at Rye, who is being pulled up by another guy and see that he looks just as disheveled and just as angry. Security begins to escort the two of them out of the bar, and Finnick takes my hand and pulls me to follow them.
Luckily, security just throws them out and tells them to get lost unless they want to be arrested, and then head back into the bar. When Finnick and I reach them, they are staring daggers at each other from a few feet away, completely silent.
"Here," Peeta says, grabbing his keys out of his front pocket and throwing them at Rye; they hit his strong chest and fall to the sidewalk at his feet. "Go back to my apartment. I'll stay at Katniss's. Just get the fuck out of my sight." He turns around and heads in the direction of my apartment, which is only a few blocks away. Even though I'm still livid and in shock from watching their fight, I have to say something to Rye before I go after Peeta.
"We'll see you tomorrow," I say, looking at him. Rye nods a bit, the tension in his body slowly disappearing. I turn to Finnick and surprising even myself, give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks for trying to stand up for me," I say, smirking at his face and then at his hand. He laughs and nods, and I run after Peeta.
I catch up to him after he's already half way down the next block. I put my hand on his lower back as I walk to meet his quick strides, but he just shakes it off.
"Why the fuck did you have to bring that shit up, Katniss?!" He yells, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt. "What were you trying to accomplish?"
I want to be stunned, but I can't. I'm mad. "Peeta! I wanted him to admit that he fucked up! He should have been there for you and he wasn't!"
"He was a kid too, Katniss!"
"He was older! He could have done something and you know it! Don't try to fucking cover for him just because he's your brother. He fucks your girlfriend, he lets you get molested, and you are still happy, competitive brothers?! Fuck that!" He stops and looks at me, his glare slightly fading and his eyes glassy.
"It wasn't his fault. About my mother, anyway. And the fucking of my girlfriend, yeah it hurt, it still hurts. I mean, she was my first love. But I can't live in the past. It would fucking kill me. You should know that too."
I understand. I have to try to live my life the best I can, and try not to dwell on the fact that my parents are dead and I'm all alone. I move towards Peeta and clasp his face in my hands. "I do know. I understand that he's your brother, I just really hate him." I say, smiling a bit. He tries to smile too. "Just the thought of anyone hurting you, your mom, your brother, me; it kills me. I love you." He wraps his arm around my waist and leans his forehead down until it's touching mine.
"I love you, too." He plants a kiss on my forehead, and pulls away to start walking again, leaving his left arm wrapped around my waist.
When we are back in my bedroom, he lays down on my bed, completely exhausted. He goes to take off his clothes, but I stop him.
"Let me take care you tonight, Peeta." I lean down and plant a kiss on his lips, and begin to undress him. First pulling his green shirt over his head, then taking off his dark blue jeans that made his ass look delectable. When he's in his boxers, I leave the room and go to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and grabbing a band aid, and bringing them back into my bedroom. He moves over a bit so I can sit on the edge of the left side of the bed and I begin to clean his wounds.
I wipe the blood off his crooked nose, and he cringes a bit.
"Is it broken?" I ask, unsure.
"Nah. It just stings a bit. But nothing I haven't handled before. Rye always goes for the nose." I frown, wondering why and when they had their last psychical fight, but continue wiping, now more careful. When I'm done, I move on to the cut on his cheek; it's not too deep, but definitely not just a paper cut either. I wipe it clean, and place the neon pink band aid on it. I smile down at him, and muzzle his messy blonde hair. He crinkles his nose at me, then curses in pain. I try to laugh but it dies when I begin to take in his figure. His hair is tousled, and his lips are bright red. His torso is tan and muscled and I can't just look at him anymore.
"God, you're sexy," I say, rubbing my hands down his chest. He bites lip moves his right hand to my inner thigh. He begins rubbing circles with his two fingers and slowly starts to move them higher.
"You're wearing way too many clothes." He says, his fingers finally reaching the junction of my thighs; he begins rubbing me through the fabric of my jeans, and I instantly become wet. The seam rubs my clit in the most delicious way, and I sigh. I quickly pull off my shirt and throw it over my head while Peeta stops his movements and unbuttons and unzips my jeans. I stand up and kick them off quickly and jump on top of him, straddling his waist. Peeta flips me over so he's on top and moves his right hand down my body. When he reaches my underwear he moves them aside and slips two fingers into my sopping wet opening. I moan, and he set a quick pace with the thrusts of his fingers and moves his thumb to rub my bundle of nerves.
With his other hand, he rips open my bra and wrenches it off my arms. He begins to lick and suck my nipples and I can feel myself building. Suddenly, he uses his teeth on the tips, something he's never done before and I pant his name loudly, climaxing on his fingers.
When my orgasm fades, Peeta finally withdraws his fingers. He looks at me smiling, and then slips his fingers in his mouth. He closes his eyes and moans. "You taste so good, Katniss."
I blush and turn my face away, unable to look at him. Fuck, that's embarrassing! He releases a small chuckle and buries his face in my neck as he pulls the covers up around us. I feel his erection poking at my stomach and finally turn my face back to him.
"You're perfect in bed, Peeta," I say embarrassed, recalling what his brother said earlier. Peeta looks at me with a confused smile on his face and I continue. "You are sensual and epic and mind-blowing and dirty and perfect. Perfect for me." I pull my head up off the pillow and kiss his still surprised mouth. He deepens it and moves his hands into my hair. Then he breaks off suddenly.
"Are you sure? I can change." His eyes are bright and piercing, full of worry and a little bit of hurt. "I will do anything for you."
"Peeta, I am so very sure." I pause and chew on my bottom lip before continuing. "I don't know much about relationship stuff. Or sex stuff. But for me, what we have is perfect."
Peeta's smile takes over his face and my stomach flutters. "For me, too. What you and I have is the best relationship I've ever been in. And the best sex." His eyes pool with lust and I shiver.
"Are you sure? Because I can change too," I say, repeating what he said earlier. He leans down and slips his tongue into my ear canal.
"You better not," he growls into my ear. Quickly, he rips off my underwear and his and positions himself between my legs. "You do everything right." And then he's inside me.
I open my eyes the next morning and see Peeta's blue eyes looking back at me; watching me.
"That's super creepy, you know." I say. He laughs loudly and grabs waist, pulling me to him until our chests are pressed together.
"I know, but you look so peaceful when you aren't scowling or glaring at me." I scowl at him and he laughs again, and places a kiss on my cheek.
After a few moments of cuddling, I bring up something we both don't want to talk about.
"You need to talk to your brother today." Peeta groans and flops onto his back. I curl into his side and prop my head on my hand, my elbow next to his shoulder so I can look into his face.
"I know. But it's gonna suck. He shouldn't have talked to you like that. Or grabbed you." He lets out a deep sigh. "And I guess I probably shouldn't have punched him."
"No," I laugh, patting his chest. "Probably not the best idea."
"But I don't regret it. And I would probably do it again." He turns and looks at me, his eyes burning. "I will always protect you."
"I know."