They move to the bedroom for round two.

There's no awkwardness this time, not even a trace of hesitance; everything is just hands and lips and little gasps, as Peeta and Gale make their way to the master bedroom, roughly kissing until the back of Gale's knees hit the bed and they topple over. Their lips disconnect for just a moment before they're kissing again, Gale's hand tangled in Peeta's hair, pulling him even closer.

Katniss strolls in moments later, not at all surprised by the view of Peeta straddling Gale that greets her. She crosses her arms and leans against the doorframe for a moment, just watching them with a smirk. Actually, she's a little surprised to see Peeta on top, but she always knew her baby had it in him. Gale's a big dude, and a hell of a lot more experienced, but Peeta's always been eager to learn.

She continues to watch them in silence, the way Gale's hands move over Peeta's muscular back and the way Peeta's lips slowly move from Gale's mouth to his jaw, down his neck and to his chest. She watches Gale arch off the bed as Peeta sucks a nipple into his mouth, the way her boyfriend's jaw moves as he sucks and bites at it, before kissing and licking across his chest to give the other the same treatment.

Peeta lavishes Gale's chest with attention, wetting every inch of skin with kisses before he finally continues his descent, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of moisture down the middle of his toned stomach, his body shimmying down Gale's legs as his mouth gets lower and lower. He stalls for a bit when he feels a patch of rough hair tickling his chin, kissing up and down Gale's hips until he feels the other boy pushing on his head lightly, urging him to continue down.

Noticing his hesitation, Katniss pushes off the door and steps into the room. "Don't worry, baby, those guppy lips were made to suck dick," she jokes, hoping to ease Peeta's nerves.

The blonde boy whips his head around to look at Katniss, forgetting for a few moments that she was there. He smiles softly at her, his body relaxing at the sight of her; Katniss's always been great at holding his hand and guiding him through new experiences, giving him any answers he seeks. "Come show me how," Peeta requests, holding his hand out towards the girl.

Katniss smiles and takes his hand, climbing up onto the bed beside Peeta. She runs her fingers up and down his back soothingly, glancing up at Gale before looking back at Peeta. "You know how," she tells him. "You've gotten head enough to know what feels good and what doesn't. Just do what I do to you." Peeta seems to relax at her words and nods, his smile growing as he leans forward and gives her a soft kiss. "Start slow."

Peeta nods and kisses her once more before turning back to the boy laid out in front of him. He swallows as his eyes land on the cock laying against Gale's stomach. It's flaccid, but still huge, thick and coated in traces of cum. Something about it looks like it would feel heavy, and it smells musky, distinctly masculine and Peeta find his mouth watering.

He licks his lips and feels Katniss watching him as he descends, slowly lowering his head until he can press his lips against the underside of Gale's shaft. He follows it with another kiss, and then another, and then adds his tongue, the flat of it licking a broad stripe up Gale's entire length. Peeta can taste Katniss on him, but beyond that, he can taste something he knows is completely Gale, and he wants more.

He moves on to open mouth kisses, starting from Gale's base, just above his balls, and leaves wet kisses all the way up to his tip, his tongue poking out to trace the ridges of his head before he encloses around it with his pillow soft lips.

Katniss tears her eyes away from watching Peeta's mouth when she hears Gale release a strangled moan, and smirks at the way he's squirming. Gale is in for an agonizingly slow and teasing blowjob. She knows from personal experience how thorough and curious Peeta gets when he discovers something new; he loves to explore and make sure he experiences everything. She vividly remembers the whimpering mess she become the first night he went down on her, and she knows she'll have to stop Peeta from giving Gale the same treatment.

Gale can feel Katniss's eyes on him, but he's too distracted to care. One hand fists at the sheets underneath him, curling and pulling on them as he arches up when Peeta's tongue finally starts circling his slit, the other lost in messy blonde hair, tugging gently. He has to stop himself from pushing down, knowing this is Peeta's first blowjob and that he's not ready for deep throating by any means, but it's hard because his mouth feels so fucking good around him.

It's all wet and warm, the tip of Peeta's tongue tracing up and down his slit as his moist, soft lips move over him, slowly moving further and further down, taking more of him into his mouth. Gale looks down and finds Peeta watching him, green eyes trained to his face and not faltering when they lock eyes with his. Gale isn't usually a fan of eye contract during sex, but he can't seem to look away, and it's making everything Peeta's doing feel infinitely better somehow.

Peeta watches Gale's face as he blows him, the way his eyes struggle to stay open as his tongue swirls around the crown of his cock. He thinks of Katniss's advice, thinks of all the little tricks that Katniss does with her oh so talented mouth and tries to recreate it with his own. It seems to work, because soon Gale is making recognizable noises, ones Peeta knows he makes when his cock is in Katniss's mouth.

Peeta presses a hand against Gale's hip when it jerks up, holding the bigger boy down as he descends down his length, taking as much of his cock into his mouth as he can. He gets about half way down before he feels his tip hit the back of his throat and he tries his hardest to hold it for as long as he can, but all too soon, he pulls back with a gasp, turning his head as he tries to get his breath back.

"Suck his balls, baby," Katniss advices him, rubbing a hand up his back as he tries to catch his breath. "He loves that." Peeta swallows and looks at her questioningly, shrugging his shoulders and following her instructions. He tilts his head and attaches his mouth to Gale's nutsack, the fine airs tickling his lips as he moves over them, covering the whole area before sucking them both into his mouth.

He sucks and sucks, switching his attention from one to the other, while Katniss takes his hand and guides it towards Gale's length. Peeta gets the message and wraps his fingers around his girth and starts pumping, using his spit and Katniss's cum to aid his strokes. He can feel Gale's balls tightening in his mouth the faster he pumps just as well as he can feel the cock in his hand hardening with every stroke.

Gale drops his head back against the mattress as Peeta's tongue tickles his loose flesh, a moan trapped in his throat. His head rolls to the side and he watches Katniss watch Peeta, and hits her lightly in the thigh. "Feeling left out?"

Katniss tears her eyes away from her boyfriend and laughs, shaking her head. "I'm good."

"Come up here," Gale insists, tapping her bare leg again. "Let me take care of you."

As tempting as the offer is, Katniss's body is still too tired from round one, and she thinks four orgasms might be her limit for tonight. Plus, she feels like this should just be about the boys and she wants to be able to be there for Peeta if he needs her. "It's okay, Gale, really. I already got to be the center of attention. I'll just enjoy the show."

Gale starts to reply, but his words die on his lips when he feels a warm mouth around his cock again and he falls back against the bed. "Fuck," he moans, his hand back to gripping the sheets. He can't believe how good Peeta is at that. Yeah, it's sloppy and there's too much teeth, but the guy is a natural. A few more times and he's gonna be a pro. He shouldn't be surprised though, he learned from Katniss. He just hopes he's still on the receiving end of it.

Peeta's mouth feels so good that Gale has to stop him before he busts a nut and he fucks this all up like he's a horned up boy who busts his nut at the soonest opportunity. It takes a lot of will power, but he eventually shoves Peeta away and pushes himself up onto his elbows before getting to his knees.

Peeta watches him like a confused puppy, not sure what he did wrong, until Katniss takes his hand and gets his attention. "Lie down, babe, it's show time."

Recognition flashes in Peeta's eyes and quickly does as she says, more excited than nervous. He lays down on his stomach, grabbing the pillow at the head of the bed and tucking it into his chest, resting his chin on it as Gale moves around behind him. He feels Gale settle between his legs and place his hands on his thighs, and Peeta blindly reaches back for Katniss.

She catches his hand and squeezes, laying down on her side beside Peeta, pressing the front of her body into his. She still doesn't want to make this about her, but she wants him to know she's here, that there's nothing to be worried about. She knows he's really excited, and doesn't think he's having any second thoughts at all, but it's still new to him and a little bit scary, and she'd never let him go through it alone.

Gale rubs his hands up and down Peeta's thighs, waiting until he feels his muscles relax underneath him before he moves them further up. He looks down at Peeta and realizes it's basically the exact view of the picture Katniss sent him earlier in the week, and he feels his cock twitch in anticipation.

"You have such a nice ass," he can't help but tell Peeta, the points of his fingers massaging the soft round flesh. "Can't wait till my cock is balls deep in it."

"How fucking hot does that sound?" Katniss asks Peeta with a husky voice, her hand running through his hair. "Just like those videos we watched, mmm? You gonna be a good bottom for Gale?"

"Yeah," Peeta nods, the word coming out as a gasp when he feels Gale's fingers spread his cheeks apart and his eyes on his pucker. He swallows thickly and grabs for Katniss's other hand, squeezing it again, anchoring himself to her. "Wh-What's he doing? Tell me."

Katniss smiles and looks back at Gale, her eyes watching him as she leans closer to Peeta's ear and whispers into it. "He's looking at your pretty little hole," she says, her plump lips against the shell of his ear. "He's licking his lips, like he can't wait to devour it."

Peeta moans at her words, his hole clenching under Gale's piercing gaze. "Fuck."

"Get ready, baby," Katniss husks, her eyes following Gale as he lowers his head and buries his face between Peeta's ass cheeks. The blonde boy lets out a sharp hiss at the contact, his body stiffening when he feels Gale's wet tongue against his sensitive hole. "Oh, Peetamy, if only you could see this, baby," Katniss sighs, squeezing her legs together at the sight of Gale rimming Peeta's ass. "How fucking good does that feel, huh?"

Peeta can't get any words out around the pillow he's biting, just muffled moans of pleasure as Gale laps at his hole, alternating between tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue and broad licks with the flat of it. Katniss continues to narrate into his ear, describing her view and asking him how it feels, and her words just heighten the sensation.

Soon Gale's tongue is actually dipping inside of him, the tip of it poking into his hole and shallowly tongue fucking him. It's like nothing Peeta has ever felt and by the time Gale replaces his tongue with a finger, Peeta is a squirming mess, rubbing his hard dick against the mattress as the other boy's digit plunges inside.

"Can you feel that stretching?" Katniss asks him, glad to see Gale is remembering to go slow on him. She's never seen Gale treat someone with such care during sex. Usually he's all rough and dominating, not patient and slow like he's being right now. "That finger getting your tight asshole ready for Gale's big cock?"

"Oh god," Peeta moans into his pillow, squeezing his eyes shut when Gale adds a second finger. He can feel his muscles stretching, and while there's a small undercurrent of pain to Gale's movements, the pleasure more than overpowers it. "S-So, so fucking good."

"Yeah, you like that, huh?" Katniss ignores the tingling between her own legs, fighting the urge to shove her hand between them and instead brushes the hair out of Peeta's face, watching the way it contorts everytime Gale pushes inside him.

Gale is silent behind the couple as he pumps into Peeta, fitting three fingers into the boy's tight hole with some aid from his spit before he's content. "I think he's ready," he tells Katniss, not sure how coherent Peeta is at the moment.

Katniss nods at him, turning back to Peeta. "Come on, baby, Gale says you're ready." Peeta swallows and nods, sighing in disappointment when Gale's fingers slip out of him and he feels empty again.

"Can you get on your knees?" Gale asks, tugging gently at Peeta's hips until he's up. "Curl up a bit, and hug your knees, yeah, like that." Once Peeta is in place, Gale follows suit, getting to his knees behind him, placing a hand on the small of his back and the other around his cock. "Lube?"

"Right, yeah." Katniss quickly leans over and pulls some out of the night stand, tossing it to Gale to spread over Peeta. Once he's ready, he tosses it back to Katniss and waits until she's by Peeta's side again before he continues.

He presses the tip against Peeta's wide hole, feeling him tense immediately. "You gotta relax," he says, rubbing his lower back while Katniss covers his shoulders. "It might hurt a bit at first, but I promise I'll go slow." He feels Peeta loosen a bit underneath his touch. "Do you trust me?"

Peeta nods, but when nothing happens after a moment, he speaks up. "Y-Yes. I trust you."

That's all Gale needs to hear before he's pushing forward, the tip of his thick cock penetrating Peeta's tight ring. His eyes move from watching Peeta's tense back to looking at Katniss, hoping to get a good gauge on Peeta's reaction by her face. She nods at him encouragingly, letting him know Peeta is still doing okay.

He shifts his hand from Peeta's back to his side, gripping his hip tightly to keep him in place as he continues to press forward, not stopping until the head of his dick pops inside Peeta's hole.

"You okay?"

"Holy shit," is all Peeta says, an intense burning spreading through his body. He takes a few deep breaths, trying to relax himself and gives a slight nod, letting Gale know he's ready for him to keep going. He knows it won't feel like this forever, that he just needs to last through the pain in the beginning to get to the good part. And fuck, does he want to get to the good part.

Gale takes his word for it and slips further inside, his eyes trained on Peeta's asshole as it envelops more of his cock. No matter how many times he does it, that sight will never get old. There's just something about watching his own cock slowly disappearing inside a tight asshole that really gets him off, the way the rigid muscles widen to make way for his meat and give under the sheer force of it. And knowing he's the first one to break through that barrier just makes him feel like the most powerful dude in the world.

"You're so fucking tight," he moans, fighting against the snug hold Peeta's walls have around his thickness. Once he's in far enough, he removes his hand from his base and grips Peeta's other hip, holding on tight as he pushes that little bit and bottoms out.

Katniss's own chest heaves as Gale's hips meet Peeta's ass, matching the hiss that escapes Peeta's lips, and she bends down to kiss his temple. "You did it, baby, you took all of Gale's cock. You did so good."

Peeta finally releases the breath he's been holding, working past the lump in his throat to keep his breathing even. His muscles clench and flex around the intrusion in his backside, getting used to being filled. It feels really, really weird, but Peeta already knows he likes it. There's still that hint of burning as Gale starts to pull out of him, but it already hurts less when he slides into him the second time.

By the time Gale is pumping in and out of him steadily, the pain is completely gone and all Peeta feels is incredibly pleasure, His entire body is tingling, and this incredible sensation spreads through him everytime Gale's cock drives into him deeply. He knows he's moaning, loudly and unintelligently, these raw, guttural noises being ripped from his throat the faster Gale plows into him.

"You like that, Peetamy boy?" Gale huffs out, thrusting into the blonde, the slapping sound of skin motivating him to slam into Peeta even harder. He knows the boy can take it. "Love getting this pretty little ass fucked, don't you?"

Peeta doesn't even try to answer, knowing whatever words he tries to form will just come out in squeaks or moans, and instead starts to roll his own hips, working with Gale's movements to make sure he's getting hit everywhere he needs it.

He eventually pushes himself onto his hands and knees, uncurling his body so that his hard cock slaps against his stomach every time Gale buries himself in his ass, his tip dripping precum onto the bed. It's aching to be touched, for the stroke of his hand, but he needs his arms to keep himself up right now, so he just tries to concentrate on the feeling of being stuffed full, how amazing Gale's cock feels as it stretches his channel and presses so gloriously into his prostate.

Katniss watches Gale fuck Peeta with hungry eyes, the way his stomach muscles tighten from the force of his thrusts, how those same thrusts meet Peeta's rolling hips and move him forward just a little bit more each time they connect. It's a sight she's seen before, but it's hotter with Peeta, knowing how much he's enjoying it, how much she loves him and how glad she is that he's enjoying it.

She finally lets her own hand wander, breaking her physical connection with Peeta for the first time since they started to bury her hand between her legs, relieving some of the built up tension. She teases her clit, rolling her thumb over the swollen bundle as her fingers slide through her wet folds and dip into her sensitive hole. Katniss can still feel the remains of Gale's sticky load inside her pussy, too deep inside of her for Peeta's tongue to reach, and she just pushes it deeper, her slender digit gliding in and out of herself as she watches the men fuck.

Her breathy moan catches Gale's attention, somehow breaking through the heavy panting and huffing coming from Peeta and himself, and he tears his eyes away from Peeta long enough to take in the sight of Katniss fingering herself, her hand desperately moving between her legs, chasing a fifth orgasm she's now ready for.

No woman has ever had to provide her own orgasms in his presence, but he's not in a position to help her. Getting an idea, he abruptly pulls out of Peeta, amused at the way the blonde's hips buck into the air a few times before he registers what happened.

"Why'd you stop?" he whines, looking over his shoulder for the first time and seeing Gale's towering figure behind him.

"On your back," Gale grunts, leaning back as Peeta scrambles to follow his orders, flipping over onto his back and lifting his hips up to the other boy, his throbbing red cock in perfect view. Gale shuffles closer to him again, lining his cock up and easily slipping back inside, pulling on Peeta's hips until he's balls deep. Once he's settled, he looks back at Katniss, whose eyes are glued to them. "Sit on his face."

His words catch Katniss off guard and she shakes her head, her hand not breaking stride. "No, this is about you two."

"This is about us," Gale corrects her. "It's a threesome, Lopez, emphasis on the word three. Fucking isn't a spectator sport, get in on this."

Katniss bites her lip, her fingers suddenly feeling useless in her snatch. She wanted to let them be, but Gale has a point and now Peeta is looking at her with that eager puppy look he gets when he wants to eat her out and who is she to argue? "Okay, okay," she relents, pulling her fingers out and moving towards Peeta's head, throwing a leg over it and hovering over his face. She makes sure she's facing Gale, not wanting to miss the show, and lets Peeta pull her down onto his mouth, his warm tongue wasting no time happily lapping through her folds, slurping up her wetness and dipping inside her hole, coating his tongue in Gale's lingering cum.

As soon as he sees Katniss's pleasure is taken care of, Gale gets back to business, thrusting into Peeta. It takes him a few pumps to find the best rhythm and angle in their new position, but once he hears Peeta's muffled moans of pleasure when he hits that perfect spot inside of him, he knows he's got it right and just keeps going.

Peeta's hard cock bounces with Gale's thrusts, slapping against his stomach each time Gale buries himself in deep, until finally Gale grabs a hold of it, wrapping his fist around it and stroking him as he fucks him, giving his throbbing member some relief. Peeta's hips buck wildly, trying to get more of Gale's cock and hand, overwhelmed by the pleasure pouring into his body from every place imaginable.

Gale's hand feels so good on his neglected cock, and with the combination of the pounding his prostate is taking, it's a miracle he hasn't blown his wad yet. Determined to hold out as long as he can, Peeta tries to concentrate on making Katniss feel good. He licks through her soaked folds in bold strokes, from her hole to her clit and back again, her rolling hips smothering him and coating his face in her arousal.

He finally settles at the back, darting his tongue in and out of her like Gale was doing to his asshole before, fucking her hole with his tongue while bringing a hand up to press against her clit. He pokes and rubs, pokes and rubs, putting all of his focus on timing his movements together until, all too soon, Katniss is falling apart above him, her pussy too sensitive from her previous orgasms to last much longer.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck, yeah, baby, righ-right there, oh god," Katniss chants out incoherently, falling forward and having to brace herself on Gale's shoulders as her orgasm rips through her. Her thighs clamp down around Peeta's head, her entire body trembling as she comes, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Gale doesn't let her stop him, just ignores her hold and keeps canting into Peeta, feeling his own orgasm creeping up. It makes his hand move faster over Peeta's cock, wanting the blonde to come as he does.

He's thankful when Katniss finally gains her bearings back, dismounting Peeta's face and falling off to the side. It gives Gale his great view back, and he can't help but smirk at Peeta's glistening face, Katniss's cum covering him in a light sheen of moisture. He can't stop himself from leaning over his body and kissing him, capturing his lips with his own, that familiar taste of Katniss evading his mouth, with just a hint of himself mixed in.

It's harder to move his hand, but he still manages to jerk Peeta off as he kisses him, slowly moving away from his lips to the corner of his mouth, along his jawline and the ridge of his noise, kissing and licking as much of Katniss off Peeta's face as he can, his hips never breaking their stride.

He kisses a trail up Peeta's jaw until he gets to his ear, nipping his earlobe before he whispers out, "I'm about to come in you."

"Oh god," Peeta cries, Gale's words triggering something inside of him.

With one last quick kiss to his neck, Gale abruptly pulls back up just as his cock flares in its confides before bursting, ropes of thick cum shooting into Peeta's asshole. It's like everyone freezes, nothing but Gale's hips moving as they jerk with each spurt he releases.

Peeta blisses out as he feels Gale's warm load pool inside of him, his body practically ascending in pleasure, before his balls tighten and he feels his own cock erupt, Gale's hand aiming his dick towards him so that he comes all over his own stomach. His cock throbs underneath the other boy's hand, expanding around every shot of cum he release onto his abs, the sticky liquid landing in strings across his heaving muscles.

Katniss watches with hooded tired eyes as the men slowly come down, their heavy breathing steadily slowing as they gain control of themselves. Peeta goes limp first, collapsing against the mattress, loosening up enough so Gale can slip out of him, his asshole clenching back up so tightly once it's empty that most of Gale's cum stays snugly inside him.

Before he collapses himself, Gale leans forward and finally gets to lick those abs, his tongue slurping up every glob of cum he can find, tracing over Peeta's washboard stomach until it's clean. Once he's sure he's gotten every drop, he flops down on the bed on Peeta's other side, their legs tangled together as he pulls the blonde into another kiss, letting Peeta taste himself on his tongue.

Then they pull Katniss in, the three of them relaxing against the bed and lazily kissing until all they can taste is each other.

It happens a lot after that.

Quinn and Rachel both still get invites from time to time, but they're a lot fewer and farther between. Gale becomes their new go-to for a good party, and maybe after a few more sessions Peeta starts to like him more than he ever liked Quinn or Rachel.

And maybe they still have a party for two that month Peeta and Katniss decide to take a break before they eventually get back together again. That's all it is, though, just sex, because Gale doesn't do relationships and Peeta loves Katniss, but still. It's there.

Something, in the back of Peeta's head, or maybe it's his chest, he's not sure. He'll have to ask Katniss about it, she always knows about these things and she's never steered him wrong before.