"How do you fin shelter?" Peeta asked before Katniss or Effie could even wake up.
The train sped its way through the train tracks on its way to the Capitol. Peeta was terrified and knew that he wouldn't last in the 74th Hunger Games. The irony was that he wouldn't survive because he was also up against Katniss, the girl he'd had a crush on almost all his life.
But Haymitch could help. He'd have some advice for Peeta to last as long as possible. But unfortunately, Haymitch's was more concerned about the survival of his scotch supply than actually helping Peeta, as he scanned through the fridge to make sure it was all there.
"How do you find shelter?" Peeta asked again, a little frusstrated.
Haymitch grew irritated with this boy who wouldn't shut up. He was just another tribute. He stood no chance against the careers.
"Haymitch. How. Do. You. Find. Shelter."
Haymitch finally gave in. "Alright, boy. You wanna know how you find shelter?"
"Yeah."
Haymitch turned around and pressed Peeta's face agains his butt, releasing a wet fart that caused Peeta to gag and cough.
"Oh fuck!" Peeta gasped, fanning the smelly air away from his face after Haymitch pulled his ass away. "What the hell did you do that for?"
"I'm demonstrating how you find shelter," Haymitch explained innocently, and then lowered his pants to reveal two large, shapely and slightly hairy butt cheeks. He pulled them apart and engulfed Peeta's face between them. "See that boy? Nice and safe."
Peeta groaned while Haymitch made sure Peeta stayed in his crack by pressing the back of Peeta's head in with his hand. The blonde boy was disgusted by the stench of Haymitch's butt, and Haymitch let out another fart.
"Nice and warm," Haymitch continued and laughed lightly.
The stench was sharp from within Haymitch's ass, and Peeta struggled to get out.
Haymitch was merciless when threw the resistant Peeta to the floor and sat on his face. Peeta's protest was evident in his arms and legs as he kicked and hit the air while Haymitch sat on his face.
"So you can't stand a little ass, can you boy?" Haymitch asked. "Well good luck in the games."
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