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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hunger_Games_Trilogy_-_Suzanne_Collins, Hunger_Games_Series_-_All_Media
      Types, Hunger_Games_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Katniss_Everdeen/Peeta_Mellark, Annie_Cresta/Finnick_Odair, Gale
      Hawthorne/Madge_Undersee
  Character:
      Katniss_Everdeen, Peeta_Mellark, Annie_Cresta, Finnick_Odair, Gale
      Hawthorne, Madge_Undersee, Johanna_Mason, Delly_Cartwright
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting,
      Mutual_Masturbation, Masturbation, Sexual_Humor, Humor
  Series:
      Part 5 of One-Shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-02-07 Words: 3434
****** Novice ******
by PeetasAndHerondales
Summary
     Katniss runs into Peeta in the midst of an awkward situation, and she
     decides to join him. For the Everlarkrecs Dirty December week three
     challenge, masturbation/mutual masturbation. Modern-day AU.
Katniss
Peeta slid a red vine into his mouth as we cuddled up on the couch, reciting
the lines from the Harry Potter movie we were watching. "I did my waiting!
Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!" he exclaimed with his mouth half-full.
I laughed. "You're ridiculous," I told him affectionately. He grinned at me,
his cheeks flushed with excitement.
"You're both ridiculous," Johanna snorted beside us. "You two have been
watching this movie since you were eleven, and now it's all scratched," she
grouched.
"Potterheads for life!" Finnick hooted from the floor as he slid his arm around
Annie, who giggled.
"We always have a Harry Potter Christmas marathon; we need to keep the
tradition up," I added defensively.
"No fandom will ever compare to Harry Potter," Peeta declared. "I mean, can you
even imagine a movie series ever being this big again? No freaking way."
"I don't know, maybe next year we'll be obsessed with one about children being
forced to kill each other by their authoritarian government or something," I
said.
"Can you guys keep it down; we're trying to watch the movie," Gale grumbled
from the other side of the room as he held Madge closer to him, who smiled
apologetically at us.
"Well excuse me," I retorted playfully. Gale rolled his eyes at me before
turning his eyes back to the screen and shoving a fistful of popcorn into his
mouth.
"I just think Ron and Hermione make such a cute couple," Delly sighed a few
moments later, getting murmurs of approval from Annie and Madge.
"They're not as adorable as me and you, though," Peeta whispered playfully in
my ear. I blushed; glad that no one else had heard that. Peeta could be so
corny sometimes. I rested my head on his chest as I slid my arm around his
waist, inhaling his sweet scent. Peeta worked at his family's bakery after
school, and the smell of vanilla and cinnamon extracts often lingered in his
clothes.
Before I knew it, I had dozed off and the movie had ended, and everyone had
gotten up to look for more food in the kitchen before the next movie began.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to the bathroom," Peeta murmured softly as I
pulled away, nodding sleepily.
"Alright bitches, you better keep it quiet this time, because The Goblet of
Fire is my favorite one," Johanna announced as she put the DVD in a while
later.
"Is it because Edward Cullen is in it?" Finnick mocked her.
"That's Twilight, you moron," Johanna snapped. "And for your information, his
name in this movie is Cedric Diggory."
"So you do have a thing for Robert Pattinson!" Gale laughed, earning a scowl
from Johanna.
"What's so funny about that; I love Rob," Delly said in Johanna's defense.
"Well we might as well be having a Twilight marathon, then," Finnick snorted as
Gale chuckled along with him.
"Shut up, the movie's starting!" Johanna yelled at them. "Where's Peeta?" she
asked me as she resumed her position on the couch.
"He went to the bathroom," I told her, even though that had been more than
twenty minutes ago.
"Still? Is he okay?" Madge asked me as she overheard us talk.
"He's probably just taking a dump," Finnick shrugged.
"Gross, Finn," Annie jabbed him on the side.
"Maybe you should check up on lover boy," Gale teased me.
"I'm sure he's fine," I replied awkwardly.
"Are you sure? He's been having a tough time ever since he lost his leg;
remember that one time he slipped and couldn't get back up without our help?"
Delly reminded me.
I chewed my lip nervously. It was true; ever since our car accident, Peeta had
had a lot of trouble with his prosthetic. I often worried about him, but he
only kept telling me to stop fussing over him.
"I'll go with you," Gale offered.
I exhaled in relief and thanked him as we headed towards the bathroom down the
hall while everyone else kept watching the movie. "Peeta?" Gale called out as
he knocked on the bathroom door.
When we heard no response, Gale jammed the lock and pushed the door open. Peeta
cried out, and Gale shut the door quickly. "Katniss you better see this," he
said to me with a suspicious look on his face.
I frowned at him, "Is he okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I think it's best if you go in there with him," he whispered.
"Uh, okay," I mumbled, and before I knew it, he had shoved me inside and locked
the door shut. "Gale, what the heck? Did you just jam the door?" I yelled as I
pounded on it. How had he even done that?
"Have fun!"He shouted back as I heard him walk away. I groaned and turned my
head to look at Peeta, and gasped as I turned to face the door again.
"Gah!" Peeta cried out as he attempted to pull up his pants. He'd had his dick
in his hand and holy crap had he been touching himself? "Katniss, I am so
sorry, I'm almost done!" he exclaimed.
"Are you jerking off?" I squeaked, suddenly realizing that it was a stupid
question.
"Uh…no?" he lied breathlessly. I couldn't resist it anymore. I turned to look
at him again.
"Holy shit, Katniss!" he shouted, turning his back to me without realizing that
there was a mirror on the wall behind him and I could still see everything. How
in the world did he fit that thing into his pants?
"Peeta…" my eyes widened, and that's when he noticed that I was looking at him.
He couldn't even pull his boxers up without wincing; he's obviously been in the
middle of something and I had the feeling that my staring wasn't helping much.
"Does it hurt?" I blurted out.
He gaped. "What? Uh, no, I can handle it, just don't look," he pleaded
urgently. Now he was struggling to pull his pants up, but I could still the
obvious bulge beneath them.
"What were you thinking about?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Katniss…" he groaned.
"I've never seen a penis before," I confessed all of a sudden. Maybe if I told
him something embarrassing he would return the favor.
He blushed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
I didn't know how to respond to that; had I been frightened? I felt an electric
jolt between my legs, and that's when I realized that looking at him had
ignited a fire within me that often came with his kisses. Only this time he
wasn't even touching me. This time, he had been touching himself, and for some
reason, that made things even more…arousing. "I'm not afraid," I said softly as
he finally turned to me again. Oh god, he was still hard. I gulped.
"Well don't just stare at it," he accused, rubbing the back of his neck
nervously.
"Can I touch it?" The words tumbled out of my mouth before my brain could catch
up with them. Where were all of these ideas coming from? Had I always been this
bold?
His pupils turned large as my words sank in. He tried to speak, but he only
managed to utter out a bunch of gibberish. "I don't know why Gale did this
thatmotherfuckerisgonnapay," was the only full sentence I caught.
"Never mind, let's just go back to the living room with the others," I mumbled,
embarrassed that I had even said anything. What was wrong with me?
Peeta
Katniss wait," my voice caught in my throat. I coughed to clear it.
"What?" she asked, facing me again, her hand on the doorknob. She kept turning
it, but it wouldn't budge. She pouted in annoyance.
"I-I, can help you with that," I said lamely. No, that's not what had I wanted
to say. I knew I could tear the door down, but my parents would kill me, and
anyway, how could I possibly explain that?
She stepped aside. "Okay, you do it then," she crossed her arms expectantly.
I hesitated, looking down at my pants. Fuck, why was I still hard? You'd think
my embarrassment would have taken care of that, if I hadn't been so turned on
by her eyes on me, that is. "I can't go back out there like this," I told her.
She sighed. "Fine, then I'll tell them that you'll be back in a minute or
something."
"You're a terrible liar, Katniss," I reminded her. "What if they ask you what I
was doing?"
"Gale probably already told them," she pointed out.
I shook my head. "I doubt it; they would have all been bothering us by now."
Her eyes softened. "I want to help you," she said softly, biting her lip
nervously.
I gulped. "Then do it," I breathed.
Before I knew it, her lips were on mine, and I knew then that she was being
brazen again. When Katniss tried something new, she did it aggressively. Our
first kiss had been that way. Her tongue swept the roof of my mouth, and I
pressed her closer so that she could feel my erection against her stomach. She
moaned, but I drowned the noise with my mouth as I kissed her back. I took her
right hand in mine and placed her flat palm against my crotch. She gasped and
pulled away gently. "Peeta…"
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her.
She nodded, her trembling hands reaching nervously to undo the button and
zipper on my jeans. I steadied her and helped her ease them down. Our breathing
turned erratic as we both reached for the edge of my boxers at the same time.
We pulled them off and my cock sprang free, grateful for the breathing room. I
almost laughed in relief. I thought I would spend the rest of the evening with
a semi-hard strangled erection.
Katniss held in a breath, her gray eyes widening at the sight in front of her,
shifting from my dick to the mirror beside us. It showed how silly we looked,
like two kids playing I'll show you mine if you show me yours for the first
time, my pants and underwear spread around my ankles. Only we weren't kids
anymore, or at least not in the sense that we were before.
"Katniss…" I hissed, aching for her touch.
"Oh…right…" she stuttered, her hand slowly reaching for me. Too slowly, not
fast enough. I put one of my hands around my shaft and the other around her
small hand, allowing her fingers to wrap around my thick girth.
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head; this was so different from what I
was used to. Her hand was tender and soft, curious yet tentative. "Spit on your
hand and then move it up and down on me," I instructed her.
Her eyes met mine in shock, "What?" she wrinkled her nose. "Are you sure?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it's no big deal, I do it all the time when I run out of
lube," I explained, although she probably didn't need to know that.
She removed her hand from around me and did as I instructed, grasping me too
firmly this time. I winced, "Here, don't squeeze it too hard," I said as I
wrapped my hand around hers and led her movements, going up and down, returning
repeatedly to the head, where I liked it best. I groaned, relishing the feeling
of her hand against my heated, throbbing skin, and nearly jumped when she ran
the pad of her thumb over the sensitive tip.
"It's hard yet soft," she mumbled, perplexed.
I chuckled, "Yeah, it's supposed to be like that," I grinned.
She frowned, "I knew that," she said quickly, her eyes turning back towards the
mirror. I followed her gaze and moaned audibly at our reflection. My eyes were
dark with lust, my face flushed, but her gaze was soft and curious, her small
hand trying to grasp as much as me as I could, running up and down the shaft as
I dropped my hand. The flesh around my cock was pushed up and down over the
reddened head, my mouth agape as I began to pant.
"Fuck, Katniss, that's so hot," I grunted.
She smiled tentatively, not tearing her eyes away from the mirror, "Are you
close?" she inquired softly.
I nodded, instinctively tightening one of my hands around my balls as I started
to feel the familiar pooling in my lower stomach. She saw this and copied my
movements, tearing my hand away as I cried out ecstatically. "That's my weak
spot," I uttered, and her eyes gray eyes darkened in arousal. I looked at the
mirror again. I was at her mercy now.
I couldn't stand it anymore; I came hard, spilling my seed over her hand as she
continued to stroke me, watching me in fascination. I waited for my orgasm to
pass before I pulled her hand away and started cleaning myself up quickly as
she washed her hands in the sink. "Sorry about that," I mumbled shyly, not even
sure what I was apologizing for.
"It's okay, you needed to do that," she reminded me, her face red, but still
not as hot as mine. My ears were burning; I had never been so unleashed before.
Katniss and I had been dating for a while now, but we had never gone this far
before. I pulled my pants and underwear back up, this time adjusting myself
more comfortably. "I'm so wet," she suddenly breathed, so softly it was nearly
inaudible.
I looked up at her. Had I just imagined that? "Really?" I nearly choked. Had
she really been that turned on from jacking me off? I had hoped so, but I
hadn't been sure.
She nodded quickly, suddenly unbuttoning her jeans, and I nearly fainted. Was I
dreaming? Was I really just about to witness Katniss Everdeen masturbate?
Christmas was really outdoing itself this year. She smiled slyly at me as she
pulled down her underwear, revealing the curls that were hiding her folds. I
rubbed my crotch on impulse; at this rate, we were never going to leave this
bathroom. "Katniss," I gasped.
She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she slowly trailed down one of her fingers
and slipped it inside of herself as her other hand pulled her open to my sight,
her fingers clenching her folds on either side. I swallowed, her pink flesh
soaking with her juices as she pinched her clit before returning inside of her
moistened depths, thrusting in and out and then circling her thumb and
forefinger around her reddened nub. It was obvious that she had done this
before, many, many times. I bit my lip with yearning. I wanted to pleasure her
too. "Peeta," she mewled, and I felt myself hardening again.
Meanwhile, she had returned her eyes back to the mirror, and to my surprise,
her expression was as voracious as mine this time. "I want to touch you," I
pleaded.
"Here," she said, taking my hand and leading it towards her center. She felt
warm and damp, her pliable folds unbelievably spongy against my eager fingers
as they went in deeper. It was wonderfully inviting.
"Wow," I breathed as I curled my fingers up experimentally. She moaned. "You
like that?" I asked hopefully, rubbing my thumb over her clit as a she made
incoherent sounds and nodded. Her shoulders relaxed as she let go of me, her
face turning blissful with pleasure.
"Yes, just like that, Peeta," she exhaled contentedly as I pumped my fingers in
and out of her while my other hand rubbed vigorously over her clitoris. I
switched my movements and began making circular motions, as she had done
before, and her hips thrust involuntarily towards my opposite hand, riding my
fingers eagerly as they went in deeper so that my wrist was cupping her.
Before I knew it, she was leaning against the mirror for support, first with
one hand, and then the other, forcing me to press myself against her back as I
wrapped my arms around her front. My cock was straining for attention again as
it poked her bottom, causing her to moan louder as I began to grind against her
while I continued to work her with my hands, watching our glazed expressions on
our reflections. Her left hand let go of the mirror and she slipped it up
beneath her shirt, kneading her breast roughly, her breath fogging up the
mirror. I groaned, and she removed her hand and grabbed one of mine so that it
slid underneath her shirt and bra, pushing her bra cup up as my large hand
enveloped her soft, warm breast. Her wet walls clenched the fingers that were
thrusting inside of her, while my other hand pinched her nipple before rolling
it over with my thumb and forefinger, just like I had done with her clit
earlier.
"Peeta!" she screamed, no longer able to contain herself, her creamy fluids
drenching my fingers as she came, her head rolling back to rest against my
shoulder.
It was like a beautiful painting. I was entranced by the mirror's reflection,
our cheeks flushed, our eyes dark, our hands exploring unseen depths, all while
Katniss rode out her orgasm and struggled to regain her breath, her chest
rising and falling as I gently rolled her malleable breast against my palm.
"You're so beautiful," I murmured in her ear, rubbing between her legs a few
more times before finally releasing her.
Her dark hair was coming out of her braid, a bead of sweat trailing down her
face as she looked up at me wordlessly, perhaps not knowing what to say since
she wasn't so great with receiving compliments. But that never stopped me. I
tried to ingrain this image of her in my brain, knowing that I would have to
paint it later as a memento, if only for myself. I didn't want this memory to
ever fade. Her lush lips parted to respond, but the only thing that came out
was a sigh of relief as she relaxed into my arms while I wrapped them around
her waist, kissing her gently.
"We better come out before they come back looking for us," she finally said
when I broke the kiss. I nodded as I let her go so that she could adjust her
clothes, washing my hands in the sink while she redid her braid quickly.
"So why were you masturbating in here in the first place?" she asked, amused.
I grinned. "You know what watching Harry Potter with you lying against my chest
does to me," I teased.
She laughed, but before she could reply, we heard a noise on the other side of
the door, and I pulled it open roughly. Finnick, Johanna, and Gale stumbled
inside, having been leaning against the door while I had opened it. "What the
fuck? Were you guys spying on us?" I cried out accusingly.
"We were checking up on you two!" Gale bristled in defense.
"Yeah, we were worried," Johanna added, even though I could tell that they were
lying.
"We heard you screaming, Katniss," Finnick smirked, not even ashamed.
"Aren't you supposed to be watching The Goblet of Fire; I thought it was your
favorite movie, Johanna!" Katniss exclaimed.
Johanna smirked. "Yeah, but hearing you guys fucking around in there was way
better; this is something we've never witnessed before," she pointed out.
"Gale locked us in here," I growled back, glaring at Gale, who shrugged as if I
should be thanking him, which, heck, maybe I should be.
"Peeta, your fly is open," Finnick said casually as I blushed and zipped it
back up while everyone else snickered.
"Whatever, let's just go back to the living room," Katniss said as she rolled
her eyes, taking my hand encouragingly.
"Ugh, you two have no shame," Johanna glowered while we all headed back to the
living room, just in time to watch Cedric Diggory whispering in Harry Potter's
ear about a certain bath.
"My favorite part!" Johanna squealed as she threw herself on the couch.
Katniss and I settled down beside her, shaking our heads at Delly, Madge, and
Annie's questioning looks. I threw my arm casually around Katniss' shoulders as
she settled back on my chest. I took another red vine from the bag and held it
up to my mouth. My cock was still hard. We were back to square one.
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