More porn. By popular demand.

Let's see how Jack reacts to a lil' good ol' fashioned jealousy of his own…

Rated: M for graphic homosexual (furry?) sex and bad language.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Just butcher and twist for free and fun. lol

Ancient History

Jack giggled silently, almost not believing that he was actually going to get the drop on the Easter Bunny inside the burrow; his own domain! He decided to chalk up his success on his own prowess, not luck. One hundred twenty three times seemed to be the auspicious number for learning the much sought after and highly desired skill of sneaking up on the pooka.

The winter spirit paused at the edge of the shady wood. His target was just within springing distance, and he had to still himself to keep his breathless sniggers under wraps.

The quiet of the moment brought a new, unrecognized sound; beautiful, tinkling laughter floated through the air. Jack paused, craning his neck around the clearing for evidence of an intruder. Then he saw her standing opposite his bunny. He had missed her presence earlier in his focus.

There was a girl in Aster's sanctuary.

A beautiful, willowy, tall, graceful woman to be more accurate.

The young guardian crept carefully around the tree line trying to get a better look at the nymph that was laughing warmly at something that Aster had said. He couldn't help noticing how close she was standing, nearly touching the rabbit.

Jack prickled. Didn't she know that it was rude to invade other beings' personal space? And her smile was much too wide. No one was that genuinely friendly. The winter spirit was in the process of rising up from his hidden position, ready to charge ahead and protect his companion when he stopped, frozen between standing and crouching.

Aster was wrapping a muscled arm around the woman, pulling her closer to his body.

The boy sat back heavily on the forest floor in distress, trying to control his breathing while examining his new enemy more closely. She was at least as tall as Bunnymund (freakish woman) if not taller and had rich, dark brown skin that practically glowed under the rabbit's fur (probably had to work ALL THE TIME to keep it looking like that). Her eyes were large (bug eyes) and a darker green than his Bunny's (like baby poop). Her long ropy hair hung carelessly at her waist (hair brush much?) and shone deep auburn or dazzling green depending which way the sun reached through the locks (deviant).

Jack was disgusted.

Obviously Aster had been confronted with an old and unwelcome acquaintance. The very nature of the hug he had just witnessed proved that the rabbit was just being polite to get her on her way. Aster didn't hug anyone. Well, anyone except Jack.

But he was his mate.

Bunnymund had said so.

The pooka of his thoughts now laughed at a whispered word from the dark stranger. And leaned into her to nudge her shoulder playfully.

"Hey Bunny, there you are," Jack called, stumbling from the protection of the trees before he could think anything through clearly. He didn't fight his own forward motion with silly things like plans or thoughts. He just knew he had to be standing beside his companion or his head might pop off his body. And if his presence randomly seemed to force the pair to separate and focus on him instead of each other, well wasn't that life?

He pulled up beside the larger male and stopped, grinning madly, before turning his head to acknowledge the intruder. He felt like he was one wrong move away from flying apart. "Oh, hello there," he greeted wildly, taking another step closer to the rabbit, now practically pressing into his furry side, "Who are you?"

Wow, did that sound as insolent and childish as he thought?

Aster frowned down at him and took a half step away, brushing the frost from his fur. Oops. "Jack, this is an old mate of mine, Arboranth," the rabbit introduced, turning to the woman now, "Ranth, this is Jack Frost, the newest guardian I was tellin' ya' 'bout."

Everything suddenly seemed far away, hidden somewhere behind the dark thoughts and crashing in youngest guardian's ears. An old mate? What did that mean? And he was introduced as the 'newest guardian'? Was that all? His turmoil was interrupted by a loud clearing of a certain pooka's throat.

Jack blinked, readjusting to his surroundings. Frost covered the ground thickly around him for about a meter. Arboranth was standing just outside the frozen circle, hand pressed to her brown chest in surprise, and Aster was glaring at him, stomping his large feet, trying to rid them of the ice that had surged up his legs.

The winter spirited cursed himself for the faint blush creeping across his nose and onto his cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbled, embarrassed, stepping forward to kneel down and help his companion. The blush darkened when the light wispy laughter sounded again.

"You have...odd choices of company lately, Aster," she giggled prettily. To Jack's horror, his companion chuckled at her comment in response.

"He's not so bad, once you get t'know 'im," he smiled, winking up at the boy.

Who was this rabbit?!

Jack stumbled backward, away from the pooka, earning a puzzled expression from both beings. "Jackie, you alright, mate?" Bunnymund asked, slightly alarmed and leaning forward, ready to close the widening gap between them and hop back to his side.

Jack's eyes darted distrustfully back and forth between the willowy, elegant woman and his bunny before deciding on a course of action.

Standing his ground, Jack straightened and took a quick, deep breath. "How do you know Bunny?" he asked, trying his damnest to sound sincere. He couldn't force his lips upward into friendliness, though. He hoped he didn't look too ridiculous and solemn with his question.

The nymph smiled at the smaller boy. She clearly thought of him as a child to be indulged, and he prickled at the possibility. "The Easter bunny was the first other spring spirit to make my acquaintance," she explained kindly, "Arbor Day is my holiday to protect, and Aster has always been generous and kind to me."

Jack cast his serious gaze over to said pooka, who was still crouched, but the concern was now clearing into an expression of vague understanding and dread. Jack crossed his thin arms protectively before turning back to the woman. "I'm sorry, Aster never mentioned you," he deadpanned.

The smile that graced the female's featured faltered slightly, but refused to disappear completely. "Yes well," she breathed, smoothing her long dreadlocks with graceful fingers, "it has been a while since last we met." Her smile grew once more as she turned large eyes to the rabbit. "Too long."

Jack had always had a policy against hitting girls. Snowballs were one thing. A fist was another. But he was pretty sure he could make an exception for this ridiculous tree woman. He was about to let the red that clouded his vision control his actions when a muscular arm dropped over his shoulder, halting his attack.

"My mate and I always enjoy company," Aster agreed firmly.

If Jack had cared one iota about this newly acquainted being's opinion he might have at least tried to stifle the shit-eating grin that plastered itself across his face as he leaned into his mate's embrace and stared tauntingly at the shocked nymph.

Pretty pink spots painted the woman's dark cheeks as she tried to register the implication. Then she smiled and even forced out a laugh. "Oh Aster, your humor sometimes confuses me," she breathed, "I thought for a moment that you meant this winter spirit was your spouse."

If Jack thought he was tense before he had been wrong. His body wound up like a spring ready to pounce. Was he Aster's spouse…like, life-partner…and more importantly, did Aster think that? He was pretty sure the only thing keeping him in his skin was the tightened grip around his shoulder.

"He is," the pooka responded firmly, "Why would you think ah'd be jokin', Arboranth?"

The hint of pink on the nymph's cheeks burst over her face into a lovely flush, causing her features to practically glow. The hand was back on her chest in disbelief and she took a step back. Her round-eyed gaze focused completely on Jack now. He didn't mind. He actually preferred it to the other option. He didn't like the way her eyes on his bunny made him feel.

"Oh," she breathed out, "I...I did not know." She took her time assessing Jack, and Jack stared back with equal intensity before she finally broke contact and pouted up at the pooka. "I did not know you had such...tastes..." she hummed.

Before either male could react to the retort, she had composed herself, and her tinkling laugh floated though the cooling air once again as she sauntered over to the rabbit's free side, giving his shoulder a squeeze, accompanied by a predatory grin. Without another word she swayed into the forest and disappeared.

Only once Jack was sure the hussy was totally gone did he step away from the motionless rabbit. Frost and freezing air streamed from his mouth and nose as he exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. He would NOT act like a girl over this. No way.

He was a jumble of conflicting emotions. Aster had called him his spouse. The lightness if that significance made him want to smile and laugh and cry all at once. So why did he want to kick and scream and punch so badly, too? Who was that woman and what was her connection to his companion? Aster had been altogether too comfortable with her before he had presented himself to the exchange.

"Sheila was unexpected comp'ny, huh?"

A hostile laugh discharged itself, uninvited, from Jack's mouth and he found that he couldn't stand still any longer, so he walked over to the spot the Arbor Day spirit had been standing, frosting his path before returning to his original spot, taking up a pacing track back and forth. He didn't realize he was rubbing his hands down his arms until paws stopped their movement.

"Jack."

"Yeah?"

His stormy pale eyes cut up to gaze into bright green ones. For a moment, the pair just held each other's gaze. It didn't make Jack feel any better so see the anxiety and embarrassment in his lover's look.

"Were you ever with her?"

"What?"

So much for not acting like a girl. He dropped his gaze and brushed a hand through his silver hair uncomfortably. He wondered if Arbor's skin was warm and soft. Probably.

"Ah've never taken any other mate, Love."

Jack visibly relaxed. He could feel the stress seeping from his neck and shoulders and the burn behind his eyes was already receding. Why hadn't the rabbit just said so? Not that it mattered or anyth...

"But..."

The young guardian's head whipped up, throwing his neck out. He stared, wild eyed, at his Bunny and tried and failed to stop gaping at him like a fish out of water. He was not about to get the "funny story about that..." scenario. When no other information was immediately forthcoming from his lover, he finally forced himself to ask, "...but?" He could feel his form creeping into the shade of the forest, closer to the entrance that hid his staff...and freedom. Things seemed a bit claustrophobic here.

The Easter bunny had his hands up in a placating surrender. "Well, we've been friends for a long time, mate..." he finally admitted.

"Like Tooth is my friend?" Jack's voice asked hollowly. He didn't want to think about this. He didn't want to be having this conversation. He didn't want to be here.

Aster winced. "Not exactly. Look mate, Arbor is ancient, dead, long forgotten history. I never..."

Jack didn't stay to hear what Aster never. He was off, grabbing his staff and whipping away on the wind. He needed to clear his head and sort out the jumble in his chest, and he needed to do it alone.

He finally decided on a lesser mountain in the Himalayas. The Yeti did not bother him there.

And it was too cold for the big stupid rabbit to bother with.

He lay like the dead thing he was in the deep drift, watching the blizzard rage around him in blowing torrents of ice and snow. He knew it was childish to pout and hide, but he couldn't be bothered to care. It just made him...sick inside.

Aster was HIS bunny.

And someone else had...

Well of course someone else had. Bunnymund was a guardian long before he even existed. It was logical that he was not the sole recipient of Bunny's attention and affection. It made sense that Bunny had enjoyed himself with others…

Angry tears froze to his eyes and down the sides of his face, and the snow was slowly burying him, though it danced and swirled around him. He let the water freeze to his skin, and let the heaviness of the frozen environment seep into his bones. He felt like he was caving in on himself, spiraling and condensing into a black, empty hold that had formed in his chest.

"There you, ah, are."

Chattering teeth caught the periphery of his consciousness, but he ignored it, sagging limply even when warm, furry arms grabbed him around his waist and hauled him unceremoniously over a strong shoulder.

Two thumps later the blizzard was gone and replaced by the warm, green environment of the warren. Jack groaned and tried to hide his face on the crook of his elbow. Everything was too bright for his dark mood.

He was dropped when snow began falling on the lush vegetation around him, jolting him from his misery.

"Not in my warren, mate," Aster warned, gesturing to the now melting snow flurries.

Jack sniffed angrily and rolled, righting himself and standing up, ready to make the trek back out to the mountains, eyes downcast. He hadn't asked to come back here. His progress was halted by strong arms reaching around his waist. A wet nose at his jawline made him shiver despite himself.

"Talk ta me, love," an anguished Australian voice pleaded.

But Jack didn't know what to say. What was there to rage about really? What injustice had been done to him? What wrong was to be righted? There was nothing for him to be upset about, but the winter spirit just knew that he was being eaten by some sick, horrible rot in his chest.

He slouched, curling into himself and covering his face with cold, thin hands. His staff lay forgotten in the grass some feet away. He didn't know if the rabbit was smothering him or keeping him tethered through their contact. The warmth of his body was both comforting and repulsive.

Cold tears came again, unbidden and unwelcome. He let them run over his hands and down his arms to be soaked up by his ratty blue hoodie sleeves. He felt like a childish, naive, brat; but he couldn't help it.

All he could do was breath in and breath out, letting tears do their worst as he tried to regain control of himself and his thoughts. Aster was here, anxious and patient, keeping a grip on him like he might suddenly dissolve into nothing without their contact.

He tried to latch onto this fact. Aster was here. Aster was here. Asterwashereasterwashere. No matter what happened, his Bunny was not leaving him or scorning him. He was not alone. He never would be again. Aster was faithful and loyal and loved him, and he was here. With him.

"...Aster?"

Warm breath blew across his hands and the nose tried to nudge them aside. "Love?"

"I'm..." his voice cracked, "I'm sorry..."

A warm, rough tongue drew across his cheek while he was manhandled, turned around and set more comfortably in the protective embrace of the pooka. He didn't bring his hands away until he felt the furry chest he associated with home against his face. Then he traded one shield for another.

The warm body was much more comfortable. It was furry and soft and the swift heartbeat below his ear gave a rhythm to his own being. He even smiled when he felt the hair on the top of his head being groomed absently.

"Jack, I've had other...physical encounters in the past," the rabbit began. Jack groaned. He did not want to hear any of this, especially now that he was beginning to calm down again. But his Bunny, always the warrior, charged on, "But I want you to know, mate, that you are the only being I have ever sought out myself...and the only one I love. Or ever have loved."

Jack's breath hitched, and he let his heart hammer unfettered in his breast while large paws stroked his back and pulled him closer into a snuggle. He nuzzled his face deeper into the thick, white fur of his companion's chest. "She was really beautiful..." he admitted.

Whiskers tickled his cheek. "Nothin' can compare to my mate," the deep reverberating voice purred.

Jack grinned at what he thought was the corniest, most wonderful thing his Bunny had ever said to him. "Bet you say that to all the spirits," he joked, trying to adjust to the fluttering in his chest.

Aster rumbled around him in amusement, beginning to relax. "Nah, just jealous little frost devils that need to be reminded of who they agreed to eternity with...I'm sorry, love. Shoulda nipped it in the bud with 'er."

Before Jack could respond to the jealousy comment with something ridiculous like denial, he was nudged away from the warm body he was sheltering in to be gazed at. The green eyes looking at him were hot and liquid and promised things that made Jack's insides squirm. A stupid blush crept across his nose. He hated that Aster could do that to him so easily.

"No, won't do. Need ta see ya starkers," Bunnymund decided.

Jack choked on the air he was breathing. "What?!" he gasped even as large paws were tugging his hoodie up and over his head. By the time the rabbit had finished and was working his pants down his thin hips his face glowed violently and he tried in vain to cover himself. "Aster! Stop, what are you doing?!"

With a grunt of approval the pooka threw the ratty leggings aside and stared down at his nude mate. "Much better," he purred, stepping forward to wrap around the thin, pale body, "just as nature intended..."

Jack's hands were swatted away from his pitiful attempt at modesty, and his Bunny gently cradled him, laying him careful down into the warm, wet grass and crouching protectively over his body. It felt wonderfully naughty to lie exposed under his lover while hungry eyes roamed over his flesh, and he couldn't help a wicked grin from spreading.

Aster's eyes finally fell upon his face and he growled. "My beautiful mate," he whispered. Still hovering painfully outside of physical contact, he lowered his head down to nuzzle the feminine neck and jawline of his partner. "What shall ah do ta you?"

Jack whimpered. His body felt electric at the complete lack of contact between their forms, and his eyes cast around the clearing they were in. He froze when his eyes alighted on a familiar and unwelcome sight. "...Aster," he whispered, curling up to hide his nudity.

"Yes love?"

"We...uh, we have an audience..." he reported, blushing navy.

Long ears swiveled immediately in the willowy nymph's direction, and Aster dropped down, protectively covering his mate from her view. A low, dangerous growl rumbled through his whole form. "Leave. Now," he warned angrily.

Jack was high on his lover's rage. Somehow, it was incredibly erotic. The rumbling fur that was trying to smother him sent thrills through every contact point in his body and he couldn't help a light breathy moan from escaping his throat. Moon, Aster was hot when he was being all dominant.

A moment ticked by before the muscled body relaxed again and gave Jack some room to breathe. Green glittering eyes peered down into shining, frosty blue ones. "She's gone," he soothed. Who he was soothing more Jack wasn't sure, but the predatory look was coming back with a vengeance and an evil grin was spreading across the pooka's face. "Now, let's hear that pretty noise again..." he commanded, nudging pale flesh roughly. "You like it when ah'm mean, Frost?"

Jack whimpered again, nodding shamefully and pressing himself further against the warm, soft fur above him. He couldn't pull his heavily lidded gaze away from his lover's amused, fierce glare. Looking at Aster was like looking into the sun; it burned and blinded him to anything else.

His response was rewarded with a cocky smirk before the furry head leaned down and sniffed his bare flesh. He squirmed at the tickle it caused in his jaw and neck, and was shocked when Aster bit down on his shoulder, hard, forcing a sharp gasp of pain.

He immediately retaliated by digging his hands into thick fur and tugging, fisting handfuls of hair into his palms, and was a little dismayed and a lot turned on when the pooka groaned loudly and lapped roughly at his shoulder wound. Feeling cheated, Jack remembered that his bunny was in trouble. He needed to teach him a lesson.

The smaller male pushed his mate away with all his might, succeeding simply because his lover let him. He wiped the amused grin off the pooka's lips when he surprised the rabbit with another forceful shove, causing him to topple over onto his back.

Before the surprised rabbit had time to right himself, Jack crawled up his body and planted himself comfortably against his companion's hips, pressing the furry shoulders into the grass below them with strong, thin arms. He halted the beginnings of a growl with a sharp thrust. Startled, sparkling green eyes looked up at him in dismay.

"Aster," Jack spoke carefully, "you are mine. And I don't share." Pride crept up his spine when the confusion in his lover's eyes darkened into something earthier. He had not been sure how his game would be received. He shifted his position for better leverage and leaned down closer to his bunny's face, releasing his shoulders to run his cold hands down the furry, muscled chest firmly. "I don't like it when you touch anyone else..."

Hiding his smile, he carefully began grinding into the firm hips below his, breathing raggedly through his nose. His eyes fluttered shut when a familiar hot, hardness soon presented itself by rubbing against his rear with every thrust his hips made, but they snapped open when he felt warm paws gripping his hips, trying to control his motion.

With more strength than he had known he could muster, he pried the paws away from him with his own smaller hands, gripping the thick wrists and tucking the offending digits under his knees. "No," he scolded his bunny, "we're playing my game now..."

A dark delight emanated from him when his lover nodded with a whimper. Bunnymund was letting him control him, and he bit his lip at the foggy, desperate look in his green eyes. "Fuck, I love you," he groaned.

An angry glint lit his pooka's gaze at his curse, but the rabbit held his tongue.

Jack did let his smile shine through then, and rewarded his lover by pressing himself further into the straining erection at his back. He began moving again, focusing on the contact his body was making with Aster's cock, and moaned when he finally trapped it between his legs.

He looked up and saw that his pooka's eyes were focused hungrily on his own member, so he took it carelessly in his hand and spread the liquid forming at the tip and rubbed it over the head with his thumb. His grin was wicked when his lover's breath hitched as eyes focused on every miniscule movement of his fingers.

"Will you ever think about her again?" he asked roughly, stroking himself now and refusing to provide any relief to the member between his legs. His bunny's heavy, ragged breath was almost too much for him to ignore, but he refused to break his own rules.

"No, Jack," Aster panted, "never."

Hearing his name in the deep, aroused, Australian accent nearly caused him to lose control and topple. Instead, he released himself and leaned forward to capture his lover's mouth, taking a rough tongue into his mouth to suck on it. He moaned loudly when the tongue began stroking his gums and teeth, exciting a throaty purr from his partner.

He finally broke the kiss, panting and grasping his companion. "Am I...your spouse? Did you mean that?" he asked, surprising himself. He hadn't meant to speak at all.

"I'll never be with another, love," his bunny stated, dropping any playfulness that they had been including before, and easily freed his arms to pull the smaller boy closer. "For as long as I live."

Jack smiled and nuzzled into the crook of his pooka's neck, sliding seductively along the hot length trapped between his legs. "Good," he grinned, "but I warn you, Bunny, I'll be 'round a while..." His breath caught we he was suddenly flipped off the warm body and pressed firmly into the grass.

Aster stared down at him possessively. "Alright, larrikin. You've had your fun. Now I'm gonna have mine..."

Jack groaned when his bunny wasted no time grabbing his arms and pinning them above his body. A long, wet lick grazed his chest, running from belly button to throat, with a detour to his nipple. He whined and tried to buck up into his bunny, but was trapped beneath the heavy, muscled body. "Aster..." he begged.

The pooka's face rose to meet his pleading eyes. "Yes Jack?" he purred, grinning.

Jack blushed again at the look he was receiving. "Come on..." he whispered.

The grin widened, now appearing quite evil. "No. You have to tell me exactly what you wan'," his bunny demanded, "I want ta hear the words in your pretty voice."

Jack's blush deepened. He dropped his gaze from the intense eyes staring down at him. "Touch me," he asked quietly.

"Yes love."

Immediately, a warm paw reached between them and grasped his erection, stroking it slowly. No matter what he did or how much he squirmed, the motion would not change. "mmhhh, faster," he finally breathed, with immediate results.

"That's right, love," Aster purred, "Tell me what you want..."

Jack whimpered raggedly, trying in vain to thrust himself into the warm grasp around him, "Faster...unngh. Aster, I'm so close..."

As soon as the pooka sped up his ministrations once again, Jack toppled over the edge, crying out his lover's name as he came crashing back down from his orgasm. He had to lie limply in the grass for a moment, coming back to himself. It was frankly embarrassing how quickly his bunny could make him come.

He was dismayed when his partner started to move away, and he shot his arm out to halt the rabbit's motion. "What are you doin?" he asked, confused. He was pretty sure that had not taken care of both of them.

Aster smiled down at him lovingly. "This was for you, mate," he admitted, "I wanted to do this for you."

That wasn't good enough for the younger guardian. What fun was that, leaving his lover unsatisfied? Then an evil idea formed in his mind. "Well..." he whispered, "if it's for me...can I watch?"

The request stilled his partner's movements, and the rabbit sat down heavily between his legs, peering at him curiously. "You wanna watch me wank?" he asked.

Blushing, Jack refused to back down, and nodded. "Yes," he breathed, "right now." His insistence pulled a growl from his companion, and the pooka leaned forward to connect their foreheads.

"You keep me bailed up, larrikin, ya know that?" he purred, nuzzling his cold face before scooting closer to the cold body and resting his head on one bony shoulder.

Jack tried to keep his heartbeat steady as he felt his bunny nuzzle into him, creating more contact. In an instant of inspiration, he tilted his head nuzzled the base of one long ear, mimicking a purring sound himself.

"Touch yourself, Aster," he breathed.

The rabbit groaned and both gazes watched as one paw grasped the erection firmly as it appeared. Then it slowly rubbed down the length, revealing the full appendage. When the grasp reached his base, Jack halted his lover's movement.

The ragged breath on his face felt good, and he watched his lover's face as the pooka concentrated on controlling himself. Heart pounding, Jack wrapped his hands around the one furry one and helped it roam back up the length and back down again, creating a slow, steady motion. "What do you think about when you do this, Bunny?" he asked, ginning slightly despite his blush. He had never been in charge before. And he'd never been so bold.

Aster groaned as their entwined fingers moved back down his arousal. "I'm a bad influence on you, mate," he gasped as they came to a brief halt at the base and began the torturous path back up.

The young guardian smiled playfully, but refused to be sidetracked. "Tell me, Aster," he begged, halting their motion again at the head and running his thumb over the slick slit. He let the liquid on his digit leave a moist path as their combined grasp slid back down.

Recovering from the shock of cold and fresh arousal Jack's finger had created, the pooka gasped, "You, larrikin, always you. What it feels like to touch you, to be inside of you. The pretty sounds you make. The way you say my name…" The rabbit was losing his mind with the slow rhythm and teasing. "…Please Jackie…"

The boy's head was spinning. He had almost forgotten about their combined ministrations as he lost himself in his bunny's words. Now, coming back to himself, he focused on his lover with new determination. Hit with sudden motivation, he decided to try something he had always been too shy to ask for.

Before he could be stopped, Jack darted down and licked the tip, forcing a violent shudder to course through the attacked body. "Jack, things'll get embarrassin' if ya keep that up..." Aster groaned, leaning back to brace himself on his one free arm.

The sprite grinned and looked up into bright, green eyes. "Like...this?" he asked, and brought his tongue out again, licking from the rabbit's fist at the base to the tip of the leaking head.

Aster moaned long and low as he watched his lover's tongue slide up his erection wetly. "...Jack..."

Pausing for a moment, the boy breathed in the hot scent of sex before pulling the entire head into his mouth experimentally, and sucked it. He choked and sputtered when burning, salty liquid shot suddenly to the back of his throat, quickly filling his mouth. He pulled back before he could cough it up and glared at his lover.

Aster couldn't breathe. He had never seen a lovelier sight than the one of his mate glaring at him, flushed and angry; his cum spilling down the corner of his mouth as he fought back his gag reflex. "Sorry mate..." he finally apologized when he could muster the brainpower to speak.

Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand irritably. That had not gone the way he expected. He couldn't stay mad, though, when his pooka pulled him in close to snuggle contently in the grass. He even managed to smile when his lover's eyes drooped shut to nap happily in his arms.

Maybe tomorrow he would be able to sneak up on his bunny. He had all the time in the world.

Author's Note: Because sex is not always long and drawn out. Especially make-up sex. Lol

Also, I love Arbor Day. I think it's a wonderful tradition. I also think that a lot of the spring spirits have probably boinked each other. They're spring spirits. Come on.

Also, I think it's funny how people fave porn and review fluff. It's a trend I have noticed…

I'll see you all in hell.