Summary: Finnick loves Peeta, he had ever since before they met officially. His love carried through the games into what became their every day lives. He never told him though- until today.
Possible smut extension. Mostly an internal ramble about hidden love.
Finnick already knew how he felt about Peeta. After the retraining boot camp that they went through, all of the late training nights, the shower rooms... Finnick knew. There was just a part of him that wanted to dominate that little Pillsbury dough boy. Katniss on the other hand, she was an obstacle. Anyone with eyes could see how much Peeta liked her, even though she wasn't into him. At least that is what Finnick thought, until the first day in the games when Peeta hit the force field and died. He tried resesitating him, giving his everything, willing Peeta to start breathing again. There was a part of him that noted how soft his lips were, how bad it hurt when he wasn't breathing. The relief that he felt when Peeta started breathing again was unreal; however, it hurt 10 fold when he pulled Katniss into his arms. That was the first time that Finnick felt like she really cared about him though. That was 6 hours ago.
"Well, if you aren't going to sleep, then I will." Finnick says to Katniss who is up on guard with him. Finnick smiles internally as he is able to go and curl up next to Peeta, who becomes the little spoon and curls into him. That was so cute. It made him wonder if he was the little spoon with Katniss but those thoughts faded as he drifts to sleep.
"RUN!" Katniss screams, her voice cracking as she processes the threat. Peeta startles awake in Finnicks arms, a puzzled look streaks across his face as he realizes where he is laying. There is no time to think about why they were cuddling though because the fog is moving fast and they need to run.
Finnicks top priority was of course Mags because she couldn't take care of herself, but when Peeta started seizing up after being burned by the poison when he protected Katniss, Finnick had to make a choice. Mags knew how Finnick felt, she has picked it up at some point during the training process. So she chose for him as she pushed herself off his back and walked into the fog. Part of his heart broke as he saw her walk to her death, but he knew she did it for him and he had to honor that. He heft Peeta onto his back, encouragement to keep moving raced through him as Peeta clung tightly to him. As much as he wanted to dominate him and make him cry, he really wanted him to be safe.
This way of living was one disaster after another, from forcing himself to save Katniss to watching Peeta give her a pearl and passionately kiss her, this mission was hell for Finnick. There was one small moment of victory when Joanna busted out of the tree line and Peeta chose to follow him instead of listening to Katniss's paranoia. That victory didn't last long until though, soon enough Peeta was clinging to Finnick again for dear life as the dial spun. Why couldn't he be like this always? Why did he like her when she wasn't capable of saving him?
Those were some of Finnicks last thoughts that he can remember from those hellish days. Some 3 years later, Finnick still hasn't told Peeta how he feels even though he sees him everyday. For some reason after The Games were abandoned and from what Finnick had heard, Peeta rejected Katniss. They'd apparently been through too much together, or that's what the tabloids said. Finnick and Peeta were still close but they'd never talked about it.
It just so happened that today was the anniversary of Mags death and to honor her, Finnick was going to come clean to Peeta.
Finnick and Peeta were going to meet at his place, the only issue was that Finnick got home from work early and Peeta was already there. 1 hour early.
Peeta perked up when he saw Finnick approaching the house as he stood there in the rain, drenched. "Hey man!" He called, voice slightly lost in the rain. Finnick hurried to the door and opened it, pulling Peeta inside.
"The Hell is wrong with you?! Do you want to get sick?!" Finnick scolded Peeta as they pulled off their coats. Peeta looked slightly crestfallen so he grabbed a towel and started ruffling and rubbing his hair dry. "Sorry Peeta... My bad. I was just not prepared to see you yet." Finnick mumbles as he finishes rubbing his face dry. Peeta gives him a questioning look but doesn't say anything. He knows that neither of them had ever quite been the same since The Games, and today had them both feeling anxious. There was never an anniversary that went by that didn't make them feel vulnerable. "Come on, lets get some dry clothes." Finnick mumbles as he leads the way to the laundry room, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in the dryer. Peeta does the same and Finnick can't help but stare. Ever since the training and warrior lifestyle stopped, he had lost the chances to share a shower room with him or curl up and sleep with him. Turns out that in domestic life, guys didn't do that. The boys shed their pants as well and Finnick pulls them out some sweatpants. There was something very attractive about seeing his little Pillsbury dough boy in his clothes.
This wasn't how he had wanted to confess to him, soaking wet standing half naked in the laundry room, but somehow it felt right. "Peeta... I need to be honest with you. I called you here today so that I could tell you I'm in love with you." He says as he closes his eyes, not wanting to see the reaction in fear that it is a bad one.
"And?" Peeta says, not phased at all. Finnick gawks at him. That was not what was expected. "Dude, you have almost died for me countless times, and you cuddled me when we slept. It has been 3 years and we have barely gone a week without seeing each other. What the hell took you so long?" Peeta rants while making exasperated hand gestures. "So... You knew and never said anything? Do you love me as well?!" Finnick starts connecting the dots slowly. Peeta rolls his eyes at him. Instead of giving him a straight answer, he loosens the draw string on the sweatpants, making them sag ever so attractively. Finnick takes this as an invitation and moves forward, pushing Peeta up against the dryer. He kisses him tenderly first, feeling his lips and remembering the time he had died. He runs his hands down from his shoulders, sliding over his abs and resting on his hips. This is real, Peeta is right here, and he is saying come get me. This time Peeta initiates a more desparete kiss and starts grinding against Finnick. The sensation of the vibration of the dryer combined with the needy grinding is breath taking.
Do I continue? ;)
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So idk if I'm the only one who thought this.... I was very disappointed the first few times I saw Catching Fire because at the CPR scene the screen "cropped" out the lip-lock between Finnick and Peeta, and I was like "wow, how homophobic. They can't just show someone getting CPR from another man?" Horrible editing choices. Then tonight I saw CF in IMAX (and btw CF was filmed SPECIFICALLY for IMAX) so that means it's carries the full resolution of the film, (widescreen vs full screen)-ish, anyway on the IMAX screen the CPR wasn't cropped out AT ALL and was in fact shown in FULL!!! I'm so happy! Now someone go find me that pic of Finnick and Peeta locking lips so I can put it as my background on every electronic device I own.
