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⋨ ❁ ⋩ “You’re hurt.” Peeta kneels down to examine the wound before sighing in relief. “It’s not that bad. You must’ve just scraped your thigh on something. Mind if I bandage and clean it up for you? We don’t want it getting infected.”
“What gym buddy?” Peeta asks, brow furrowed. He had yet to hear anything about about this. It didn’t bother him any. Together they had faced death and forged a relationship in a battlefield ripe with death. Some new boy wans’t going to tear Cato away from him. He’d start working out too if it ensured that they would remain together. “Also I am not possessive.” Peeta grumbled before chuckling, “I’m not as possessive as you, mr.growls at every man that looks at me.”
“Please you just want me to stay here so you can use my body as a damn pillow, that’s all you want me to stay in bed for.” He sighed at he felt Peeta’s mouth against his neck. “Because lover boy, it is something I grew up doing everyday of my life, workout, train, sleep. Its my routine, it calms me and reminds me it took work to get where I am. It’s all I have and all I am Peeta.” He shrugged, flexing his muscles as his hands groped each of Peeta’s round globes.
“This is true. It’s not my fault your muscles are so comfortable.” Peeta cooed, wearing an innocent grin. Cato was a slave to his regimen. He could understand why. He’d been trained since a young age to adhere to this routine and had never strayed from it, even after them being together for nearly a year. “I know, I know. It’d be nice if you just stayed in bed for once. Missing one work out isn’t gonna make you soft, kitten.” Peeta nibbles at his neck before suckling hard enough to leave a bruise.
Cato grinned when he heard Peeta’s tone, eyes slowly moving down the baker’s body suggestively. He fell back willingly, pretending to be winded as Peeta caged him in on the bed. He smirked up at Peeta and nodded. “Fine I’ll stay, but you better be expecting to work up a sweat.”
“We don’t need to work up a sweat, Cato.” He nibbles Cato’s neck. “I’m happy just laying here like this, with you.” There’s no hiding how much he adores Cato. He’s always worn his adoration for the hulking boy from two openly, even from the start. Peeta had abandoned his affections for Katniss in favor of Cato, finding that he enjoyed his hard body and pugnacious attitude. “Why do you need to go work out anyway?”
Cato grinned when he heard Peeta’s tone, eyes slowly moving down the baker’s body suggestively. He fell back willingly, pretending to be winded as Peeta caged him in on the bed. He smirked up at Peeta and nodded. “Fine I’ll stay, but you better be expecting to work up a sweat.”
“No, no, no.” Peeta chides, nosing beneath Cato’s chin. “You’re not doing anything but staying in bed.” He purrs before he releases his grip on Cato, trusting him enough to behave. “You don’t need to work out everyday. You’re perfect no matter what.” He assured the blond as he felt over his powerful abs. His desires contradicted his statement. Peeta enjoyed how much broader, harder and deadly his boyfriend was. When compared to his own frame they couldn’t have been more different. Peeta was much stockier and despite having gone through the games retained a layer of puppy fat that added to his boyish appeal. Their differences made them a popular ‘it’ couple as well.
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Why its time for me to get my early work out in, you better think up something good if you are going to try and convince me to stay.”
“I have plenty of ideas.” His tone was low and suggestive as he slid out of bed, standing at Cato’s front. “Like this one, for example.” He pounced Cato, sending him backward and onto their large bed. He squeezed his arms and thighs around the blond, locking him in place. “Stay in bed with me!”
Gale waited patiently while Peeta hid the food away, this wasn’t the only family that bought from him who tried to hide their more illegal activities from some of their family members, and besides it let him take some baked good back to his mom and siblings so they could hide the meat he brought them all they wanted. Who was he to judge what people did to feed themselves? “Oh, wow, that’s great. Thanks.” Before even finishing his gratitude he stuffs a pastry between his lips, wanting to savor it and suck it down in the same instant. “My sister will really appreciate this, she’s getting pretty tired of plain bread.” Posy is still young enough that she doesn’t quite realize even keeping them fed is such a struggle.
Sweets were his specialty. He spent too much time on trivial detail but Peeta truly enjoyed creating masterpieces using frosting. “You keep the squirrels coming you can have as many pastries as you want. I could even try to make them special for her or you. Do you have any special flowers? I can put them atop of cupcakes and stuff.” He offered, shrugging. It was practice and if they continued to do business he’d have reason to do so.
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“Yeah, there’s a rabbit in there too. Looks a bit like they just walked into the traps this time so I got some extras.” He sets his game bag down on the counter in front of the other boy and gave him another smile. It always smelled so good in here and maybe he didn’t have much of a reason to linger but he probably would anyway, just to smell the fresh baked bread.
Immediately he stores the bag given to him. If his mother caught either Mr.Mellark or Peeta trading with Gale they would be severely reprimanded. One verbally, the other physically. Peeta hid the bag deep in a freezer so that his father could fetch it later. “I’m not too sure what my Dad usually gives you when you trade but I have a lot of extra baked goods left over from this morning and even some from yesterday.” Peeta disappeared before returning with three neatly decorated boxes that wore the symbol of his bakery. “I hope that’ll be enough.”
You have to let yourself feel it.
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“--Hey. Are you here to drop off squirrels?” Peeta greets Gale with a wide, bright smile as he wipes excess flour onto the front of his apron.
Rise young sun you’re a tireless one And you’ll be back, burning When the morning comes when you catch my soul upon waking Will you make a wish For the wild west to accept the excess? When the end comes you’ll see fields of green beyond your reach
⋨ ❁ ⋩ ❛ Put your feet up and relax. I know you’ve been working hard and you deserve to just sit down and take it easy, okay? ❛
The 74th Hunger Games AU: Peeta x Gale
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“Maybe.” He realized it was pointless trying to make Peeta focus on complimenting himself rather than shift the attention on him. To Peeta, he was just here as filler, ready to be sacrificed for Gale’s victory. He hated that, and no doubt would grow to either hate the kid’s demeanor or end up having to protect him in the Games. As if he didn’t have enough on his mind to worry about. “C’mon, tribute. Time to see if the odds really are in our favor.”
Pulling away from Peeta he was met by Effie Trinket and Haymitch Abernathy, the two people who would be helping the tributes and guiding them towards their new lives (and possible deaths). He already knew enough about Effie from the Reapings to try to avoid her constant pep, while Haymitch looked about as unhappy about this as Gale was. He decided to just fake it as best as he could during the next day of preparation, until they were finally released into the training room with the other tributes.
Now they was the time to size up their competition. Peeta was among the shortest of the tributes, being taller than those younger than him didn't make him feel that confident. When you had people who were as tall as Cato and Gale in the room you felt even worse about that fact. Despite that, he was strong and quick-witted which was just as deadly when wielded properly. Peeta stood by Gale in the training room, his ams crossed over his chest. “Are you gonna focus on a specific skill? I've always though you'd be good at sword fighting. Along with being a good marksman. You'd be twice as deadly!”
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❝ when have you ever known me to be still? ❞
⋨ ❁ ⋩ ❛ --Never. But if you want this to look good I’m gonna have to ask you to try. Please? ❛
