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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne_Collins, Hunger_Games_Series_-_All_Media
      Types
  Relationship:
      Gale_Hawthorne/Peeta_Mellark
  Character:
      Gale_Hawthorne, Peeta_Mellark
  Additional Tags:
      Porn_Battle, AU, Alternate_Universe, 75th_Hunger_Games
  Collections:
      Porn_Battle_XIV_(Fiery_Fourteen)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-30 Words: 806
****** Just a Show ******
by BeesKnees
Summary
     For the 75th Annual Hunger Games, Peeta and Gale are the chosen
     tributes. The Capitol expects they will slaughter each other.
In the 75th Annual Hunger Games, they reap two boys, leaving the girls sighing
in relief behind closed doors. Peeta returns to the games, Gale beside him, and
no one is more certain that Katniss that this was planned — this is punishment.
They put on a show for her when they retreat onto the train with Effie. Neither
of them say anything, just watch the tight set of her shoulders, and Peeta
manages a soft smile, Gale a small wave before they are taken away, perhaps
never to see her again.
The Capitol expects them to slaughter each other.
And in the first night, Peeta finds Gale trying to act on that. Through the
pitch darkness, they end up tumbling, scraping through the thick of the jungle-
like trees. Gale twists his shoulder and Peeta has a broad cut on his forehead.
They end up twisted together, trying to pin each other, a rock in Gale’s hand.
“It’s nothing personal,” Gale says with an idle shrug. “They just want a good
show.”
“You know what show would be a better?” Peeta asks, breathless — and that’s how
they end up teaming up together in a move perhaps no one expected. It’s not
just the show though, and they come to understand that in the hours that
follow; it’s more than that. Because Gale would do anything to end these games,
even if it means working with Peeta, and Peeta is a peace keeper, and he wants
to save anyone he can.
In the days that follow, they develop a plan, and they cull their opponents,
choosing only a few who will help them ignite their rebellion — their
revolution. They make a good team, and that’s the truth of it, balancing each
other out, working together seamlessly when they put their mind to it.
In the end, they need a distraction. It’s easier to think of one than either of
them will admit. They know every camera will be fixated on this — Gale’s face
intent as he works two fingers inside of Peeta, twisting and scissoring,
watching as Peeta bucks up underneath him. One of Peeta’s hands is tight
against Gale’s bicep, and his breathing is loud, seeming to echo through the
foliage surrounding them.
In the distance, the fire begins to burn, but the smoke is no comparison.
Not to the way that Gale claims Peeta’s mouth and Peeta pushes up, biting him
fiercely in return, thrusting his hips down at the same time, as if trying to
prove he won’t be the only one claimed. They are more shadow than substance,
the curve of Peeta’s cock lilting up toward his stomach, his pants down around
his ankles. The bulge in Gale’s pants is tight, and he groans loudly when Peeta
pushes his hips up again. His head goes back against the ground, his eyes
fluttering for a moment.
Gale should be eyeing the skyline, trying to gage themselves for time, but he’s
not. He’s looking solely down at Peeta, his other hand making a slow
exploration; his calloused hand journeys over chest and down the steady line of
his stomach.
He shouldn’t — But he does all the same, hastily pulling away so that he can
undo his own pants. Neither of them have anything on hand that will make this
easy, but he tries to go slow, pushing the head of his cock inside of Peeta,
who does his best to remain relaxed, his knees pressed in against Gale’s sides.
His hand tightens against Gale’s arm, and his hair falls across the cut Gale
had given him days ago.
As soon as Gale is seated, they both move anxiously, tight little bursts of
their hips; they cling to each other more than they touch, and they’re quiet
for the most part. Their breathing is still too loud, and Gale can’t help the
occasional grunt that wells up in the back of his throat, echoing inside of his
mouth.
The smoke is growing stronger in the sky. Gale can see Peeta;s eyes dart toward
it for a moment. There’s no way for them to know if the Capitol has noticed it
by now.
Peeta’s hand darts down and he begins to fist himself, and Gale can feel his
mouth go dry; he can feel each jerk of Peeta’s hand, feels the way he rocks up
with it. Gale reaches down and wraps his own fingers around Peeta’s, tightening
his grip, and making him move faster.
They are slick with blood and dirt, moving frantically in the leaves. They’re
both terribly close now, chasing quickly toward the edge. Peeta comes first,
his entire body tensing up, his head thrown to the side. His mouth opens in a
silent moan. Gale comes a second later, his hands both clamping down around
Peeta’s hips.
In the distance, the explosions start.
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