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Finnick finds Haymitch throwing up in a plant pot.
“Did your Tribute die?” Finnick asks him. He was going to add an ‘already’ on the end but that would’ve been too harsh.
Haymitch wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Finnick leaves the ‘gross’ unsaid.
“Tributes,” Haymitch reminds Finnick. Finnick nods. He always forgets Haymitch has to Mentor two at the same time. Finnick reminds himself how lucky he is when it comes to which District he’s from (and won for).
“Did they both die?” Finnick asks, softer this time. After all, he does want something.
“No,” Haymitch grumbles. He pushes himself off the floor and Finnick has to take a step away from him as he smells the vomit and the alcohol on Haymitch’s breath.
“The boys dead but the girls still going,” Haymitch informs him. Finnick doesn’t miss the way Haymitch’s mouth twists. They both know the girl was less likely to make it then the boy based on what happened during training so this turn of events was just a prolonged death sentence for the girl.
“Good for her,” Finnick says. He wants to have sex really badly. He shouldn’t be thinking about that when he’s just been discussing dead (and dying) children with the sad shell of an alcoholic who only has sex with him because he knows that he’s the safest person for Finnick to do it with.
“You’re horny?” Haymitch asks, stepping towards Finnick, filling the gap Finnick had made so Finnick is forced to smell his breath.
“Yes,” Finnick moves in. He doesn’t have to put up the pretty boy act around Haymitch but he still uses it sometimes when it’s funny.
“My room’s empty,” Haymitch says.
Finnick is desperate for a break from watching these Games. They’re so bad. Nothing is going any way that any Mentor wants. It’s all so strange. The Gamemakers clearly aren’t sure what they need to do for the Capitol audiences to stay engaged and it shows.
Finnick follows Haymitch back to his room.
They started this agreement when Finnick turned seventeen. Haymitch wouldn’t look him in the eye when they did it back then and Finnick felt like he was just as bad as one of his clients for a while but it got them both through the Games.
Finnick knew using sex to cope from being forced to have sex wasn’t good… at all. But it worked. And Haymitch was mostly so drunk he didn’t even care about it and let Finnick do what he wanted. It helped both of them really.
“Do you think Snow knows about this?” Finnick whispers to Haymitch as he rides Haymitch through another orgasm.
“There’s no way he doesn’t,” Haymitch responds.
Finnick agrees. Then he’s coming again too. And he can’t think about Snow unless he wants to start crying. And not from how good Haymitch’s cock feels when it hits that spot.