"I just might. I could use a good boy like you waiting in my rooms." He replied, a confidence smirk on his lips as his fingers brushed along Peeta’s cheek. "That’s a good boy. I’ll come when I can. Get some rest in the meantime. You’ll need it for the games if I end up keeping you awake all night." He teased with a wink.
Brutus left a lasting impression on the young baker. When Peeta returned to his penthouse all he could think about was the older man. Dinner passed without so much of a mention about what happened during training. He felt as though Haymitch knew with the way Haymitch kept looking over at him, but he ignored it. After everyone went up to bed he crept downstairs, undoing all the locks in haste. Peeta was dressed in a black tank top and matching briefs that rode up his hips, showing off his thighs and sizable rear. He’d wait for Brutus in his room, just as he had been told. He was a good boy after all.