Author's note: As promised, here is a bonus chapter, taking place after the events of the initial story. Quick content warning: I feel obligated to tell you that this chapter has some VERY sexual male on male action, but who are we kidding. If you've made it this far, you don't have a problem with that. Anyways, enjoy!

One year later- Peeta's POV

"So what are we going to watch?" I asked, looking towards Sam. He sat Indian style on the couch next to me, an over-sized bowl of popcorn in his lap. It was his turn to pick the movie, which was essentially a guarantee that I would be sitting through another horror flick. Sam was in love with the genre, always has been. They were starting to grow on me, but I don't think I would ever be able to match his enthusiasm.

"Friday the 13th, Part six," Sam smiled before popping a kernel into his mouth. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. How predictable.

"Don't worry, this is easily the best Friday the 13th. And it's not too scary," he added, handing me a bottle of Dr. Pepper. I humored him, smiling in mock enthusiasm. Ever since Finnick and Cato left for college, Sam and I had started hanging out essentially 24/7. We were definitely an unlikely pair, and we initially had very little in common, but we managed to find things to do together. Sam had dedicated himself to educating me on the "art" of horror cinema. In exchange, I gave Sam weekly lessons in cooking. The first few times, he came dangerously close to burning the house down. Even now, it was obvious that he would never be a head chef, but he was improving. I took a good look at Sam as he got up to find the remote. He had grown two or three inches, and had gained a few pounds of muscle and fat. His chest had broadened ever so slightly, and the beginnings of biceps were showing through this t-shirt. His blue eyes still shined youthfully, but there was a stronger sense of maturity behind them than before. More than anything, he looked healthier. No more was his borderline anorexic stature. My thought process was interrupted by my phone's buzzing. Opening it, I saw a snapchat from Cato. I carefully angled the screen away from Sam. After all, it wasn't unlike Cato to get a little tipsy and send nudes; Great for me, but not a sight for his brother's eyes. Unfortunately, I wasn't treated to such a delight. Instead, he sent me a picture of his plane ticket with the caption "one more week". I smiled to myself. It felt like forever since he was back here for Thanksgiving. While Sam was great company, I had certain needs that only Cato could fulfill. It would be great to see Finnick again too. It had been too long since all four of us were together.

I glanced around the room. It was the same house Sam and Cato always shared, but over the past few months, Sam had spared no expense in redecorating it (with Cato's permission and guidance), leaving it almost unrecognizable. The mostly white décor was gone, replaced with an array of color. Two brown leather couches formed an L shape in the living room, with a bamboo end table between them. Sam had bought the largest television he could possibly find, needing 3 people's help to mantle it on the wall. On either side of the TV there was a light blue bookshelf fully stocked with DVDs, albums, and video games, with various titles displayed on stands. Born to Die, Sucker, To Pimp a Butterfly, and Melodrama stuck out to me the most from the CD and vinyl shelves, with the movie shelf predictably flaunting titles such as Scream, The Conjuring, The Shining, and A Nightmare on Elm Street. Sam had installed a small stage with a grand piano behind a wall of glass windows. The sight was impressive, although it would be more picturesque if the floor around the piano wasn't littered with sheet music. The wall to my right was covered with different framed photos featuring primarily myself, Sam, Cato and Finnick, along with a couple photos of Sam's parents and one of his new Rottweiler, Chief. I couldn't help but smile at the pictures; Sam and I at Coachella, Cato and Finnick at some frat party, and my personal favorite, Finnick pushing Sam in a grocery cart. Seconds after the picture was taken, Finnick inadvertently crashed, causing cans to topple all over the floor and Sam to almost fly out of the cart. Luckily, he only had a few bruises, but we had to sprint for the exit before someone saw the mess they made. I smiled at the memory before coming out of my little daydream.

I grabbed a few pieces of popcorn from the bowl before redirecting my attention towards the screen as Sam pressed play. The movie was actually pretty good, but I wasn't about to admit that to Sam. I would never hear the end of it. After the credits rolled, we spent the rest of the evening lounging around the house, doing homework and talking shit about people. I'm really glad nobody else sees how Sam and I behave when we're alone; we far too closely resemble teenage girls at a slumber party. I wouldn't put it past Sam to try and start a pillow fight one of these days. We finally started getting ready for bed around three. We slept in the same bed whenever I stayed over, but it was purely platonic. Sam's resemblance to Cato might have given me some confusing feelings the first few times he stripped down to his underwear, but that had long passed. The only reason we shared a bed was because Sam still had pretty awful nightmares, and it seemed to help to have someone nearby. Hell, after everything that happened, I didn't really want to sleep alone either. Over time, his nightmares had become less and less frequent, but he still experienced one every week or so. Tonight, we both slept soundly.

One week later

Sam and I sat by baggage claim, patiently waiting for Peeta and Cato's arrival. We were playing a game of chess on my phone to pass the time, but it quickly became apparent we were both inept players. I had only played a games against computers in my free time, and Sam barely knew how the pieces moved. About halfway through the game, we both began to lose interest. As I made yet another clumsy move, there was a sudden voice behind us.

"Damn Finnick, maybe blondes ARE dumb,"

We turned our heads to see Finnick and Cato beaming behind us. I leaped out of my chair, jumping into his embrace as Sam did the same to Finnick. I missed feeling the warmth of his strong arms around me as I ran my hands along his back, recalling every crevice and indent.

"I missed you," I stated simply, my mouth slightly muffled by his shirt. In retrospect, there was probably something more original or romantic that I could say, but I was at a loss for words. Cato lifted me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he kissed me deeply. I felt his arms pull me even closer to him as he held me up by my ass. His way of saying I miss you was far superior. As I ran my tongue along his lip, I felt a tapping on my shoulder.

"Lovebirds, were still at the airport," Sam smiled, widening his eyes for emphasis. I looked around the airport, realizing we had begun to attract an audience.

"Well don't stop now!" a woman called from the crowd, obviously enjoying our impromptu show. Sam and Finnick busted out laughing at our expense as my cheeks turned scarlet. Cato gently let me down, smiling cockily. I couldn't help but roll my eyes; Of course he was proud of himself for that.

"Well, are we ready to go then?" Finnick smirked, his arm wrapped around Sam's shoulder. I nodded my head, desperately wanting to escape being catcalled again.

"Great, I'll drive," Sam smiled. We all couldn't help but widen our eyes in fear. Sam had many skills. Crashing cars was one of them.

This time, he managed not to put his skills to use.

"See, I told you I've gotten better," Sam sneered playfully at Finnick as he pulled into the driveway.

"You almost ran over a stop sign," he retorted.

"Well six months ago I would have hit it, so there," Sam joked. Although, I'm not sure I should call it a joke when it's true. Regardless, Finnick raised his hands in surrender.

"I'm just saying, there's no reason to not get a chauffeur," He definitely wasn't wrong. With Glimmer dead, Sam was set to inherit both halves of the fortune along with his inheritance from Cato's family. The day Sam turned 18, he would become the 3rd richest person in California, just behind Mark Zuckerberg. Sam could hire a chauffeur for every person in town if he wanted to.

"Well I need to learn to do somethings on my own," Sam stated stubbornly. Finnick smiled, seemingly happy with Sam's answer. With this, we all got out of the car, making our way towards the house.

Later that night

The four of us lay on the living room couches, with Sam and Finnick on one and Cato and I on the other. Family Feud played in the background, but nobody was paying any attention. Finnick was fast asleep, his arm holding Sam in an embrace. I hoped Sam was comfortable; he couldn't move even if he wanted to. Eventually, Sam's eyes fluttered shut too. Cato was barely dressed in a tight blue tank top that revealed his perfectly sculpted pecs and running shorts that barely covered his ass. I stared at him unapologetically from the other side of the couch, taking in every inch of his body. It didn't take long for him to notice and flash me his signature smirk. He bent one leg and placed his foot on the couch, revealing his growing bulge to me as he put one hand into his shorts. He stroked himself, letting out a slight moan before pulling down his shorts, revealing his massive erection. It took all I had not to drool at the sight in front of me. I followed his lead, gently rubbing my crotch through my gym shorts. Silently, he cocked his heads towards the stairs, putting his shorts back on and making his way upstairs. I silently followed, taking special care not to wake anyone.

By the time I made it to Cato's room, he had stripped naked and leaned back calmly on his bed. His rock hard cock stood at attention as he smirked at me.

"Strip," he commanded, running one hand down his abs and towards his cock. My body begged for me to obey immediately, knowing I would be rewarded for me compliance. However, I decided that Cato had spent enough time in control. Every time we had sex, Cato would dominate me. It was my turn. Fully clothed, I made my way over to him before climbing on the bed, putting my bulge inches from his face

"What if I say no?" I ask, running one hand along his perfectly sculpted jawline. Cato didn't know how to react. For a moment, he just stared at my crotch as he began to stroke himself. Finally, he looked up into my eyes.

"Please?" he tried, his voice shaking slightly. His eyes were pleading and full of lust. I considered this for a moment.

"Not good enough," I stated, pulling down my shorts and underwear to reveal my throbbing erection. "Show me how bad you want me," This time, Cato didn't hesitate. He instantly put me in his mouth, his head bobbing back and forth with speed and enthusiasm. I tried my best to remain commanding and in control, but I couldn't help but melt to Cato's touch as the brutish boy sucked me off submissively, obeying my every order. Cato had always been a generous lover with me. On its own, there was nothing unusual about him giving me a blowjob. Really, he would always do pretty much whatever I asked him to do, provided that I wasn't too proud to beg. For the first time, however, I was completely in control. I began thrusting my hips back and forth, fucking his face while he stoked himself furiously. I was becoming dangerously close to the edge when I felt Cato bite down slightly on me. I yelped in surprise, not expecting Cato to be so rough. How foolish of me.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked, taking my dick out of his mouth.

"A little," I sighed. It didn't really hurt that bad, but I was hoping if I played it up a little, he would kiss it better. My wish was granted as Cato began licking and kissing up and down my length, making me throw back my head in ecstasy. Suddenly, Cato nibbled on me again, causing me to yelp once more. It actually felt oddly pleasurable, but it once again caught me off guard. He smirked up at me, enjoying his playful torture.

"You just can't be submissive, can you?" I joked, tapping my cock on his cheek. He sneered up at me before licking my cock a few times.

"You just can't dominate me, can you?" he retorted, lifting up my shirt. I complied, taking it off, earning a lustful gaze.

"Oh yeah?" I replied, slapping him a little harder. "You're the expert, what should I do?" With this, Cato easily pushed me off him, freeing himself from the corner I had "pinned" him in. For a moment, I thought he had grown tired of being compliant and was about to fuck me senseless. I certainly wouldn't have minded, but he had something much more interesting in mind.

"I'm misbehaving," he stated as he bent over, spreading the large, tanned, muscular globes of his ass to expose his tight pink hole. "Punish me," I don't think my jaw as ever dropped lower, or my dick grown harder. Never, in our entire relationship, has Cato even suggested that he would be open to bottoming. For a moment I could only sit there in shock, watching him wiggle his ass tauntingly. Finally I came to my senses, moving toward him and lining myself up with his waiting asshole.

"Fuck me hard," he begged, arching his back as he looked back at me. "I can take it," I would give him what he wanted, but he was going to have to wait first. I gently pressed the tip in, causing Cato to moan in appreciation. At a painfully slow rate, I pushed into him, causing Cato to writhe in impatience. He tried to back himself onto me, but I managed to hold his ass in place, forcing him to go at my speed. Once I felt the warmth of his ass encase my dick, it took all I had not to pound him mercilessly. Slowly, I moved in and out, causing Cato to moan in appreciation as he rose to his knees, turning his head to kiss me. I accepted him gladly, fighting with his tongue for dominance before biting his lip. Cato's face was turning red as he struggled to breathe steadily.

"Please," he begged. "Harder," I could see his rock hard cock twitching as pre cum leaked onto the mattress. I wanted to tease him for longer, but my animalistic impulses finally took over as I rammed into him with everything I had, causing Cato to scream out in ecstasy. Cato stroked himself furiously as I pumped in and out of him, letting out moan after moan that I could only pray didn't wake Sam and Finnick.

"I'm gonna come," I moaned, unable to contain my orgasm any longer. Hearing this, Cato backed himself up onto my cock, impaling himself and causing me to go over the edge, pumping shot after shot of cum into his ass. While I was coming, a fountain of cum erupted from Cato's cock, spraying all over himself and the mattress. Cato collapsed onto the bed, with me following shortly behind him. We were both too exhausted to care about the pool of cum we were laying in. Cato was first to regain his breath as he pulled me into a loose embrace, spooning my lazily.

"You were amazing, he whispered hoarsely into my ear as he pulled me closer.

"You too," I gasped, still trying to steady my breathing. We laid like this for a few moments as Cato lazily kissed my neck.

"By the way" he finally said, breaking the kiss before leaning into my ear. "It was really hot of you to dominate me, but next time I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk,"

I laughed. "I wouldn't expect any less," We lay there in silence for a few more minutes, his hands lazily exploring my body.

Suddenly, Cato broke the silence. "I love you," he whispered, declaring his love for the first time. I turned to face him, staring into his deep, wide brown eyes.

"I love you too," I replied. Cato smiled at me, pulling me in for a long, sweet kiss.

Author's note: Thank you so much for reading! I am just now starting work on a new Hunger Games fanfic, so please leave me feedback so I can use it to improve my future work. Much love!