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Even as a mortal, Jack was never one to waste any time on the edge of asleep and awake. He was usually dead to the world the moment he hit the mattress, and wide awake the moment his eyes opened. Even though sleep was now a luxury for him as opposed to a necessity, Jack had not lost the ability to go from practically comatose to ready to go in about three seconds flat. It had been handy in his old life, allowing him a few precious extra minutes every day, minutes not spent waking up or winding down, even if his sister had always complained bitterly about the unfairness of it.
Now however, for the first time Jack was finding it in himself to hate this particular ability. Jack had awoken about half an hour ago, and try as he might, he could not slip back into slumber. Jack sighed, his little huff of breath ruffling the fur on one of Aster’s long ears, the limb giving a small twitch at the stimulus. Sprawled ungainly atop of Jack where the winter spirit had pulled him down the night previous, Aster continued to sleep the sleep of the thoroughly overworked and exhausted, pinning Jack to the soft mossy bottom of the nest with over six feet of fur and muscle. To most, the weight would have been suffocating, but Jack didn’t need to breath and therefore the soft, heavy burden was grounding, tethering him to reality, the wisp of fur against his bare skin so incredibly decadent. Unfortunately it also meant that Jack couldn’t escape until Aster woke up.
“Not the most thought out plan now, was it, self?” Jack grumbled quietly, Aster giving no response except to let out another loud snore, one hind leg jerking a couple times in his sleep. Jack sighed again, tipping his head back and closing his eyes in one more attempt to go back to sleep, running his hands down Aster’s back and ribs in an affectionate gesture.
At least, it was meant to be affectionate, but must have tickled instead because the deadweight on top of Jack twitched once, twice, squirming slightly away from the sensation. Jack’s eyes flew open, blinking once, twice, before repeating the motion. Aster shifted again, still fast asleep. With an only very slightly evil grin, Jack did it again, and again, until he’d painstakingly coaxed the slumbering Pooka far enough over that Jack could wriggle out from beneath him. Jack fumbled about in the total dark, stumbling out of the nest and nearly tripping over his hoodie and apron. Jack groped blindly for the fabric items, gathering the up in his arms as he navigated his way out of the room by feel. He progressed down the hall the same way, aided in small part by the light at the end shining down from the main floor. Ascending the ladder with one hand was difficult, but still much easier than it had been the first time he’d come down to the basement carrying cleaning supplies, owing to the practise he’d logged since.
Jack saunters into Aster’s... no, their kitchen stark naked, soiled garments in hand. Blue eyes quickly survey the damage from the night before writing the table off as completely toast, before spotting his pants beside the wreckage. Stepping carefully over the larger splinters, Jack moves to gather the last of his clothing, planning to chuck the whole mess into the laundry tub for a good scrubbing. He’s only just scooped the brown trousers up when he’s startled into dropping the whole armload by strong, furred arms snaking around his narrow waist. Jack gasps, leaning his head back into his husband fluffy chest, unable to stop the smile that spread when Aster curves over him to press a wet-nosed kiss to Jack’s forehead.
“Forget the clothes mate, I like you better like this, yeah?” Aster’s voice is roughened with sleep, rich and warm where he speaks into Jack’s ear. The sensation causes the winter child to shudder, Aster chuckling with pleasure at the response and tightening his grip on the boy.
“Can’t , we have rule’s after the fire incident, remember? No Guardians are allowed to be pantless in public unless they don’t usually wear them, remember?” Aster’s chest rumbles against Jack with another laugh, and he finds his head tipped farther back by gentle fingers beneath his chin so Aster can reach to lay a sweet kiss on his lips.
“I can be convincing, I tell yah. You’ll change your mind right quick.” Aster murmurs his words directly onto Jack’s smiling mouth.
“It’s tempting Cottontail, but I think you’ll just have to settle for watching me do laundry in the nude for now. Besides, don’t you have a table to fix?” Jack’s tone is pure mischief as he gently extricates himself from the Pooka’s grasp, bending very deliberately to collect to forgotten clothing and wandering out the door to the yard, pausing only to send a sultry look over his shoulder as he strolls out into the sunlight. Aster hesitates only long enough to check his mouth for drool before following his mate out into the bright morning sunshine. Sure enough, Jack has tossed his clothes into the large laundry tub and is turning to come back inside, presumably to set the water to boil. Aster intercepts him three steps in, pulling the smaller body flush to him by the hips and kissing Jack breathless. Jack’s arms immediately wind about Aster’s neck, pulling the Pooka deeper into the kiss. Jack lets Aster lick into his mouth, chasing the taste of the crisp sweetness of mountain snow found in all the little corners. Jack moans despite himself, low and needy, feeling more than hearing Aster’s happy laugh as the kiss ends.
“Right now Jack, I think I want to see you spread out here, naked and begging.” Jack can’t stop the frosty ‘blush’ from rising on his cheeks and shoulders at the thought of it, which only seemed to encourage the Pooka more. “You’re not expecting any guests, right? Not sure I want this to be a spectator sport.” Jack can’t help the shy tone that creeps in, the thought of North or Sandy or Tooth catching them aroused and intertwined a horrifying prospect.
“Naw Jackie, only you drop by unannounced.” Aster kisses Jack again, further exploring the teen’s lush mouth. Jack can’t stop his hands from bunching in the velvety fur of Aster’s shoulders, the slight pain seemingly driving the Pooka wild if the sudden sharp edge to the kiss was any indication. Ending the kiss and pulling back just enough to speak, Jack decided to toss his reservations to the wind.
“Fine, just... be careful, if I show up with grass stains on my pearly whites from biting the lawn, Tooth will never forgive you.” The sharp bark of laughter that resounds from the Rabbit chases away Jack’s last lingering hesitations and he steps forward back into the kiss. Closing his eyes and allowing himself to be swept away on the rising tide of lust, Jack lets his husband bear him down to cushiony grass. Jack pulls Aster closer, loving the hedonistic feel of that magnificent pelt rubbing against him from head to toe. He is therefore completely unprepared to be rolled until its Aster’s back on the green and Jack hovering above him, straddling his hips, hard cocks rubbing delightfully together. Jack can’t stop his tremble or his moan at the sensation, every accidental shift sending sparks off behind his eyes. Bracing him hands on Aster’s strong chest, Jack leans forward, awkwardly attempting to set his hips thrusting into rhythm.
Jack’s virginal inexperience must’ve been shining through, or perhaps it’s merely the other Guardian’s own impatience that had powerful paws gripping Jack’s hips to guide him, setting up a nearly punishing pace. Jack sobs, babbling incoherently was must a combination of Aster’s name and a few choice curses as he curves his body over his lover’s, fitted together from hips to shoulders with Jack’s face buried in Aster’s neck. The pace continues, relentless, Jack barely able to keep up, one hand now clenched in the lawn beside Aster’s ribs to brace himself, the other frantically touching every part of his husband’s chest and neck he can reach. It’s only seconds later that the world goes white behind his clenched eyelids as Jack, completely unprepared for it, howls his climax into Aster’s jaw line. Spent, he slumps boneless into Aster, the Pooka shuddering and tumbling over the edge right on his heels.
Lying there, sticky with sweat and cum, Jack dozes gently against his husband. They should probably get up and bathe, if only to avoid being stuck together later, but Jack’s having a hard time finding the motivation to move, not when his pillow is warm and breathing and so incredibly soft to the touch. One of Aster’s large paws slides down his back from shoulder blade to the nearly nonexistent swell of his ass, just resting there in the promise of things to come and Jack can’t wait. Well, he can, cause honestly, give him a few after all that to recover for the next round, yeah?
“Should add ‘bath’ to the to-do list after the laundry and tale, I reckon.” The Australian drawls, Jack giggling tiredly into his throat.
“Also, add ‘tell everyone else so they can cash in the betting pool,’ I figure we can make a case to get at least half the winnings.” Even though he can’t see his face, Jack can almost feel Aster’s confused frown at the comment,
“Wait, those Drongo’s had a pool going?” Jack shrugs, readjusting himself for better comfort in Aster’s hold.
“Wouldn’t put it past them, Sandy and North had it figured out best as I can tell, can’t imagine Tooth being far behind.”
“Yeah well Sandy’s a given.” Aster states, Jack humming in agreement. “You do realize that as soon as we open our gobs North’s gonna want to throw some kind of shindig together for us, right?” Jack smiles a bit at the thought, unable to help himself.
“Hey, I’m down, free food, free booze, not that either of us are drinkers, but whatever. On one condition though.” Here Jack lifts his head, shuffling up a bit to make eye contact with his husband. “Housewife or not, there is no force on Earth that will get me into some kind of frou-frou white dress, savvy?” Jack’s tone is so deadly serious Aster can’t resist the dig.
“But Snowflake, not everyone has the collarbones to pull off a sweetheart neckline.” Aster quips, tracing one aforementioned collarbone with a finger to drive the point home, thoroughly enjoying Jack’s confused expression as he does so.
“Sweetheart what now? Babe, is there something about you and women’s clothing you need to tell me?” Aster tips his head back and laughs, a full, belly laugh, hugging Jack tighter in merriment. The boy gives in, laughing along until they’re both giddy and drunk on each other, exchanging light kisses and caresses under the warm spring sun.
“You damn pervert!” Jack accuses laughingly as Aster’s paws gropes lazily at one taught butt cheek.
“Your pervert.” Aster acknowledges, his voice deepening with desire and the groping turning more serious until Jack moans, eyes sliding shut. “Always be yours, Jackie, ‘til the universe collapses back into atoms.”
Jack’s smile against Aster’s lips is perfect, brilliant, glorious.
“Sounds like fun.” The frost child murmurs, and seals it with a kiss.