don't cry out

Reblog if your muse has lost one or both of their parents.

“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. 

The 74th Hunger Games AU: Peeta x Gale