Ostara *THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR #5*                                *OSTARA*                             *By GILDA LILY*      Well, it's almost March 20, the Vernal Equinox (Ostara), and so here's the next installment of the WHEEL OF THE YEAR series.  Enjoy.      And in honor of St. Patrick's Day, men with green eyes and clothes welcome!      Comments can be sent to jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.      Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just let 'em have fun.      Rated NC-17 for hot m/m sex!  The best kind!  :)      (c) March 14, 1997      Once up on a time Benton walked through the woods, the sunlight dappling through the trees overhead as the smell of rich earth delighted him.  He walked deeper and deeper, the forest swallowing him up in a wonderful sensory feast.  He was born for the woods, his father had said, and he was dressed from head-to-foot in green, a small ax hanging from his belt.  Whistling softly, he stopped to study a mushroom when he felt eyes upon him.  He listened as carefully as he could, but the creature did not stir.  He straightened up and walked on a little distance more, pausing to sniff a bright yellow flower, and he could feel the presence nearby.      He smiled and continued on until he found a small pond.  Shedding his clothes, the young woodsman slid into the sparkling water, his ears listening for the sounds of the watcher.  He splashed and played like a dolphin of the seas, then floated on his back as he looked up through the trees at the sky.      The bushes parted and an elfin creature was revealed: slender, golden-skinned and with the brightest eyes of green that Benton had ever seen.      The wood creature stared at him, and Benton held his arms out.  The other was dressed in forest green, and now he shed those clothes to join Benton in the water.      They held each other as they swirled and swam, and they gazed into deep pools of sapphire and emerald.  Their lips were drawn together and they kissed, clutching each other all the more, and they parted and laughed, eyes sparkling with joy.  They played and splashed and cavorted, and they explored smooth skin and strong muscle.      They slipped out of the dewy pond and lay upon a bed of leaves, gazing at one another with eyes of love.  Truly, they had been bewitched, for each could not take his eyes off the other.  And then their hands began to roam, and the woodsprite's long fingers touched the pale, star-kissed chest of his woodsman lover, and Benton sighed.  He saw the sun beam a shaft of light down upon his lover, and he thought, *He is a ray of sunshine.  I shall call him Ray.*  And he touched bold lips to his beloved's nipples, causing a great shudder and grasp of his hips as he explored.       Ray tasted of sunlight and sass, and Benton loved him.  His hand stroked Ray's hip and thigh, the smaller man thrusting forward.  And, forsooth, the woodsman knew what he craved.  Not Rapunzel's greens or Cinderella's slipper, but the long, rosy shaft of his elfin love.       And he gently tasted that shaft as the sprite tossed his shorn head and moaned, his long, elegant limbs tangling with the woodsman's. He thrust his hips forward and Benton took him into his mouth, delighted by the musky scent filling his senses as he tasted warm, wet flesh.  The woods sprite gasped and pulled his hair, Benton looking up.  Verdant pools swam into his own, and he sucked long and hard.  The golden one groaned and suddenly shook his head.  His eyes were as dark-green as the forest.   Benton was hit with his desire in one stunning revelation. Releasing the weeping cock, he nodded and laid back, parting his legs.         The golden one nudged his ass with his cock, green eyes gleaming in lust.  Just before he thrust in, he leaned down and kissed Benton's stomach, the whisper-softness sending a melting through the woodsman's bones.  He looked up at the sky as his bewitching one eased on in, his cock already swollen and primed.      Bursts of pleasure pinwheeled the sky, Benton gasping as he was claimed.  His dear one was the finest in all the land, and he cried out his joy as the thrusting grew faster.  His own cock bobbed in quivering passion, and his Ray of Sunshine rubbed his stomach against the flesh. Benny arched his back, wanting more, then felt his seed fountain as Ray burst into him, scalding him with fiery passion.        They twined together, panting, and the nymph slid out, curling up against his lover's chest.  They lay together for a long span of silence, the trees whispering as the forest creatures trilled and chittered.       Finally Benton spoke. "Forsooth, sir, I have never been loved like that before!"       The slender one smiled. "And I have never given such pleasure, either, sir." He cocked a curious head. "Your name?"       "Benton."       "Ah, no."       "No?"         "No, you're more a 'Benny' than a 'Benton'."         Pleased, Benton asked, "And what may your name be?"         "Ray."       Astonished blue eyes delighted Ray. "It's what I guessed your name to be!"       "Then, you see?  The Gods have decreed it.  We were meant to be, Benny."       As Ray lay his head back down on Benton's chest, the woodsman said, "We were meant to be, Ray." Shyly he reached over and touched his discarded clothing. "I have two axes."       "Two?"       "Two."       And they lived happily ever after. ***********************************************************************       "Benny, Benny wake up!  Time for dinner!"       "Wha...?  Oh, Ray."       "Yeah, me.  You fell asleep while reading, I guess.  What *are* you reading?"       "Oh, I found this book in a used-book store.  I had a copy just like it when I was a child."       "A 'frivolous book of fairy tales'?  Isn't that what your grandmother called them?"       "Yes, but my Aunt Celia didn't."       "Good for Aunt Celia."       "Ray."       "Yeah, Benny?"       Benny's voice was very soft. "I have two axes.  Two."       Ray looked at his lover for a moment, then gathered him into a hug, tears glistening.       And they lived happily ever after.       Two.         Return to Due South Fiction Archive