The Hunger Gays

Okay before I start this I must clarify something first. I am not in any way against homosexuals. This book is just me making in fun of stereotypes that society has given that particular group of people. If anything in here offends you, let me know by commenting on the word or phrase and I will change it immediately. Thanks you for reading and please enjoy ^.^
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Chapter I Peeta

I woke up feeling real groggy, debating on rather or not to get out of bed. Just a couple weeks ago my divorce with Katniss became official. I'm glad it's finally over with, I'm out of the closet and free to do anything - or anyone (ahem, gale....) - I pleased. Since Gale is bisexual and still head over heels for a certain Victor... It'll be a bit hard to win him over, but that thought led me to deciding to get my lazy butt up and at'em. I'm not getting a nice big chunk of a nice big hunk lying in bed all day.
Well after getting ready, I tried to dress a little sexy. So I threw on some way-too-tight jeans and a muscle shirt with a low v-neck to show off a little chest to get Gale's attention, and I'm starting to think of an excuse to 'accidentally' show up at his house. Just as I was about to give up, my phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID. It was Gale.

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Chapter II Peeta

"Hello?" Peeta said. He tried to hide the excitement in his voice, but not much success.

"Oh, hey Peeta. How's it going?" Gale replied. I could hear the slight laugh in the words.

"Oh, uh, me? Oh, ummm, yeah I was just, ya'know. I was um, uhh, well ya'know" I'm so glad Gale wasn't actually there, my cheeks were redder than the blood of my enemies when I smash their skulls in with my hammer and paint with their blood.. OOPS THEIR GOES MY DARK MIND AGAIN!!

"Oh, haha, that's interesting. Have fun with your paintings I guess?" Gale exclaimed; you could practically hear the grin on his face. Crap. I didn't realize I said that last bit aloud. "I almost forgot why I called you. I need help making a cake so get your ass over here," as he said that he made the cutest laugh I almost melted. I tried to say something but my lips were numbed and I kept hearing that laugh over and over in my head. I was trapped in that moment filled with just udder admiration for him, nothing else existed that minute, and I was content.

"Be here in 5 minutes alright?" He said demandingly. That sound of power and dominance in his deep sexy voice gave me a hard-on and my legs started tuning to jelly, and the only words that I could push out were

"Fuck," and I hung up as fast as I could. God I was so awkward and abnormal around him. Just something about his amazing and beautiful cock-ERH I mean charismatic attributes!!! I've only caught a glimpse of his junk before when we were teenagers - 14 or 15 years old - and I was camping with him. There weren't any showers, obviously, since we were in district 12, at the campsite, so we gathered rainwater over night in a can. He poked holes in the bottom and showered in it... Right in front of me. I take showers in the morning, and since we left at dawn there was no need to at the camp site, so I guess he's never seen mine. That's alright though, considering the fact that he is a top, and since I am a versatile I will assume the role of a bottom when we have sex. All these thoughts running through my head and it's been 3 minutes. He only lives a block away so I bursted through my front door and bolted down the street to get there.

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Chapter III Gale

As Peeta hung up I couldn't stop giggling. He is so adorable when he gets all shy around me and I can't seem to wipe the smile of my face as I get the ingredients I need. The only reason I know the ingredients is because last week I helped Katniss bake a cake for Peeta. She made him one every year even though he insists she doesn't. He hates parties and attention, which I don't get because he's an amazing people-person. I need to stop thinking like this, constantly reminiscing about Katniss then Peeta. I need to decide who I really want to be with. Not even my subconscious can decide. Every other night I dream of her, and the kiss we had surrounded by the ashes of our past. Then him, and going through the capital surviving together, in a time of war. I need to realize that I can't have both... Or can I? No, of course I can't, I might be many things, a slut, an idiot, and a braggart, but I am no cheater. There's gotta be some way. I think, but I know deep inside there isn't. I must decide, but how? Oh well, all that matters right now is that the cutest man to ever walk this earth is ringing my doorbell.

He walks in with his arms crossed, like he's scared. It's how he's been all the time recently, well, around me anyways. Peeta is one of those kinds of people who's personality depends on who he is near. Like if an intelligent person was at his house he would make witty jokes, but if an athletic were with him he would talk of basketball all day. It's something I admire about him. It's like he's trying to please everyone he's near 24/7. Though I know when we are making the cake he'll be the Peeta I grew up with, the one who saved my life, and vice versa. The one who I showed off too when we were kids. So in desperation of seeing that Peeta once more, I went out and got some ingredients for some chocolate cake and plenty of icing, so we can be just best friends again, not some problem I have to sort out in my love life.

As we are are setting the flower on the counter to prevent the dough from sticking, he drops the strainer, so he bends down to pick it up, and I think he caught me staring as he stood back straight. The awkwardness fades when I detect a slight quiver in the corner of his lip. The way it always does when he's forcing down a smile. To break the silence I take a pinch of the flour and blew it out of my hand, and straight into his face. He looks at me with a blank emotionless face. Then, the widest (and cutest) smile floods his face as he says

"It's on"

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