Yes, I know this is GalexPeeta. If you have a problem with this pairing or the whole concept of "bromosexual", you can bugger off to fics you actually enjoy. All flames will be laughed at and mocked, and all contrustive critisism is appreciated muchly! ^^

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I wake from another nightmare, in which both of the boys I love were stolen away from me, sweaty and disgruntled. I decide to walk to Peeta's house for some comfort. He has this calming presence about him, like whenever you're around him all your worries seem to slip away.

I toss back the silky bedcovers and step into my boots, wrapping my jacket over my nightgown. I quietly make my way to the door, checking the clock on the way out it. 3:42, it reads. Great. No one will be awake out in the streets to ask me where I'm headed.

I walk down the porch steps and through the gardens, letting my feet carry me to the building they know belongs to the baker's son. When I arrive, I sneak around to the back and slip through the living room window, left ajar for me. Even in the dark, I know where to go. I reach Peeta's open room and raise my fist to knock softly. Before I can, my eyes make out another huddled shape on the bed. I strain to see the whole picture before clarifying what else is on the bed with him.

It's obviously two people. Two...males? I continue looking, a bit more hesitant. The shorter one is one laying down and the taller next to them, one arm over their head and their other hand brushing away bangs. I duck down, hidden by the furniture and shadows. I hear whispering and try desperately to decipher it.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

That's Gale's voice! I gasp silently and frantically wait for a reply.

"Of course I do. I hope you know that I love you too, with all of my heart."

I throw my hands over my mouth to suppress a squeak of shock and surprise. Gale...and...Peeta? I guess it makes sense. While they were waiting for me to decide between them, they bonded in unimaginable ways.

"Sleep now, Peeta," Gale says with a kiss for his forehead. "Dream well."

"Gale... What if I dream of Katniss?" Peeta asks in a careful voice.

Silence.

"Only dream of me." the older male whispers. Peeta leans up and gives him a soft, lingering kiss on the lips and cuddles into Gale's chest, eventually falling into slumber. Gale wraps his arms over the sleeping boy protectively as I crawl out of the room and run to my home, run to my bed, where I will add to my ever-growing list of petrifying nightmares.


~Prelude to a Kiss~