Chapter 10

ten

D efeating an intergalactic douchebag with fruitcake was sure to go down as the most memorable Christmas in the history of the universe.

Once the house was tidied up and eggnog was served, the family had a zillion different questions about Tuesday, the existence of aliens, and the apparent dangers of tartaric acid to intergalactic life forms. Ozzie did his best to help explain, with Tuesday’s assistance, and Granny took it upon herself to swear everyone to secrecy on pain of slow, agonizing death.

She reasoned that Tuesday couldn’t eat her fruitcake if he was locked up in a government laboratory somewhere, and after what everyone saw her do with that golf club, no one questioned it.

Besides, they were all too happy for Ozzie to let anything happen to his new boyfriend.

His boyfriend the alien, who had the best smile, a great laugh, and he was head over heels in love with.

The most incredible part of all was that Tuesday loved him too.

As exciting as the holidays had been, Ozzie couldn’t wait to get back to his regular schedule. He was certain he’d had his fill of peopling and parties, and he was looking forward to life returning to normal.

Well, as close to normal as it could be with Tuesday.

Work was still going to be difficult, his grocery bill would definitely be higher, but he wouldn’t trade a second of his life now for anything. Even mundane trips to the grocery store were an adventure, and he got to fall asleep and wake up next to a beautiful alien…

An alien who he couldn’t imagine ever being without now.

One who had changed his life so drastically in such a short amount of time, and for the better. Though Ozzie was still going to be a tad grumpy and would never be a fan of people, the only person he really cared about didn’t mind one bit.

Tuesday was more than happy to be a buffer whenever they went out in public, to be that extrovert to Ozzie’s introvert, and he could always soften even the worst of Ozzie’s moods with only a smile.

Okay, and probably a dirty remark, but hey, that was part of Tuesday’s charm.

Ozzie’s mother, Gena, was already hard at work planning the family’s next big party, and everyone couldn’t wait to see him and Tuesday again. Finding out he was dating an actual alien from outer space was apparently pretty thrilling, though they insisted it was only because they were so happy Ozzie had a boyfriend.

Both things could be true, Ozzie reasoned.

And it was really, really nice to have someone to kiss at the stroke of midnight on New Years.

Derrick continued to come by for weekly lunch hangouts, but they didn’t always order out. Tuesday would sometimes cook for them and leave with Racquel to go get their nails done. It was incredible how effortlessly Tuesday fit into his life, though it was no surprise how much everyone adored him.

After all, Ozzie did too.

It had been over a month since Tuesday first crashed into Ozzie’s world, and Ozzie was thrilled for the future ahead of them.

Imbolc was coming up, a holiday meant to mark the halfway point between the winter solstice, Yule, and the spring equinox, Ostara. Tuesday was already hard at work perfecting new recipes using lemons and discovering that making a St. Brigid’s Cross was rather difficult even with multiple limbs. The effort was so sweet, and Ozzie couldn’t wait to see what else Tuesday would come up with.

For the next sabbat too.

And the one after that.

And after that too.

Because they were happy, they were in love, and Tuesday wasn’t going anywhere.

It was the weekend now, still two weeks before Imbolc, and Ozzie woke up in the familiar tangle of Tuesday’s arms and tentacles wrapped around him.

Ozzie smiled.

Yeah, there was no better way to wake up than this.

Tuesday was snoring quietly, half of his body morphed into glittery goo and the rest mostly human. His face was intact, as were his pink curls, and he appeared peaceful with a little smile on his lips.

Beautiful.

Ozzie closed his eyes with the full intention of going back to sleep, but he gasped as Tuesday’s tentacles stroked right over his crotch.

Ha, so much for being asleep.

“Good morning,” Ozzie croaked.

Tuesday grinned, but he kept his eyes closed.

Ozzie grunted again as Tuesday’s tentacles slotted against his dick, rubbing him firmly. “Yup, a very, very good morning.”

“Huh? What?” Tuesday batted his eyes dramatically as he peeked up at Ozzie. “Is it morning already? And oh! What is happening right now? It’s like my body has a mind of its own.”

“Let me guess,” Ozzie drawled. “Your body wants me in filthy, carnal ways? And you’re helpless to deny its thirst? You’re so very hot and horny for me?”

“Weird. It’s almost like you’ve heard this before.”

“Maybe I just know you that well.” Ozzie smiled warmly and rocked into Tuesday’s touch. “Now, mm, come on, babe. I want you. Right fucking now.”

“So impatient,” Tuesday teased. “I love it. Does wonders for my ego.”

“Tuesday!”

Tuesday giggled as his tentacles slithered around Ozzie and pulled his pants out of the way. “Okay, okay.” He sighed happily as he gazed over Ozzie’s body. “God, you’re something special, baby.”

Ozzie blushed and smiled shyly. “So are you.” He pulled Tuesday in for a deep kiss and reached between them to grab Tuesday’s cock, giving him a firm stroke. “Come on. Stick it in. I can take it right now.”

“Oh my God, Ozzie.” Tuesday grinned wickedly. “Listen to you.”

“Learned from the best.”

Tuesday grinned and kissed Ozzie hungrily, pressing between his legs and using his tentacles to spread them wide. “You’re so romantic.”

“We can be romantic later. Right now, I just need dick.” Ozzie gasped as Tuesday’s cock pressed up against his hole, and he was grateful for the slick easing the first push inside. He shuddered and moaned, panting through the stretch. “God yes, Tuesday… That’s it. That’s fucking it right there.”

“Mmm, baby.” Tuesday’s tentacles curled all around Ozzie’s body and teased over his dick as he thrust, pushing himself deeper.

“Ah, fuck…” Ozzie moaned happily, full and hot, and he grabbed Tuesday’s hips tight. He was always amazed how deep Tuesday felt, and the countless tentacles touching him everywhere were wonderfully intense.

It was good. It was always so good, perfect and passionate, as if they’d been doing this forever.

“So fucking perfect for me, baby,” Tuesday crooned as he buried the final inch inside. “You’re so damn perfect.”

Ozzie gasped in delight when Tuesday started to slam into him, and he yowled excitedly. “Fuck! Yes!”

Tuesday growled and sat back, effortlessly lifting Ozzie up and into his arms as he continued to thrust into him. He bounced Ozzie up and down on his cock, and his tentacles held Ozzie tight. “Yeah? You like this, baby?”

“Fuck!” Ozzie squeaked, his voice cracking. He loved how easily Tuesday could throw him around, and he hugged Tuesday’s neck and tried to rock down to meet his slams. “God, I love it. I fuckin’ love it!”

Tuesday slowed then, his eyes bright as he gazed at Ozzie. His tentacles held Ozzie close, and he cradled Ozzie’s cheek. “I love how you feel. I love being with you. I love your body. Your laugh. Your smile. Well, you know, I love everything. Since, spoiler , I am madly in love with you.”

Ozzie’s heart ached sweetly, and he kissed Tuesday. “I love you too, Tuesday.”

Tuesday let out a rather undignified squeak, and his tentacles twitched frantically. “Baby, Ozzie, oh my fuck.” He kissed him eagerly. “God, that never gets old. I love you. Fuck, yes. I love you so, so much.”

Ozzie moaned as Tuesday got moving again, though there was a new tenderness behind every roll of his hips. Their bodies slotted together perfectly, and the bed shook, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“I’m yours,” Ozzie whispered. “I’m all fucking yours.”

“And I’m yours, baby.” Tuesday laid Ozzie back out across the bed as he continued to fuck him, and his tentacles guided Ozzie’s legs up onto his shoulders. “That okay, baby?”

“So fucking okay.” Ozzie grabbed Tuesday and dragged him into another fierce kiss. He didn’t want any space between them, and his dick was absolutely aching for relief from the incredible position. “Ah, Tuesday… God, yes.”

“Baby.” Tuesday fucked into Ozzie faster. “I’m sorry baby, I’m not gonna last... Holy fuck, you feel so fuckin’ good.”

“So do you. Fuck, so do y-you!” Ozzie gasped with every amazing slam, stunned by the waves of sweltering pressure and sweet friction. He moaned as Tuesday’s cock grew thicker, stretching him wide, and he dug his fingers into Tuesday’s hair. “God, yes! Fuckin’ give it to me!”

“My baby, my beautiful baby.” Tuesday fucked Ozzie down into the bed with a blissful groan, his tentacles writhing everywhere as his cock swelled. “Coming… I’m gonna come right now!”

“Yes, yes, yes—” Ozzie sobbed, and he cried out as Tuesday’s tentacles squeezed his dick, stroking him feverishly. His head fell back as he surrendered to the overwhelming feeling, his eyes filling with tears as he came, his climax blurring his vision and flooding his entire body with unrelenting heat.

Holy fuck.

He breathed in—he was still shaking.

He breathed out—fuck, he couldn’t stop shaking.

“I’ve got you,” Tuesday soothed, panting as he curled himself around Ozzie and rocked him gently. His cock returned to its previous size, and he pressed kisses to Ozzie’s face and hair, smiling brightly. “I’ve got you, baby.”

Ozzie managed to nod his head, but he was still too out of breath to speak. He had to wait for the trembling to subside and his chest to stop heaving before he managed to whisper, “Wow.”

“Yeah, very, very wow,” Tuesday agreed.

“Do you mean it?” Ozzie asked quietly, hating how worry crept into his voice. “Really?”

“Mean what?” Tuesday smirked. “That I love you?”

“Yeah.” Ozzie chuckled. “Somehow, I can believe in elves and aliens?—”

“Aliens are definitely real. Ahem. Obviously.”

“But it still feels impossible to believe that you love me.” Ozzie laughed. “But hey, the impossible is possible, right? And uh, yeah.” He kissed him sweetly. “Never been so fucking happy you came crashing into my tub.”

“Hard same, baby.” Tuesday sighed as he gently pulled out. He flopped over onto his back, though his tentacles stayed close. “This has been like a dream come true. Being myself and having someone who loves me just as I am?” He winked. “Pretty hot stuff.”

“Yeah?” Ozzie grunted as he sat up.

“Yup. Like wow, my dick is already hard again just thinking about it.”

Ozzie laughed when he saw Tuesday was not exaggerating. He smirked as he climbed over to sit in Tuesday’s lap. “Well, I guess we should do something about that, huh?”

“It would be nice of you, but meh, I’m not in any hurry.” Tuesday licked his lips slowly, his eyes moving over Ozzie’s body with a new hunger. “We can totally wait.”

“Really?” Ozzie grinned. “But what if I don’t want to?”

“Well, in that case…” Tuesday wiggled his hips. “I guess you’re just gonna have to do whatever it is you need to do.”

“I might need a second to think about it.” Ozzie arched his hips back so he could rub against Tuesday’s cock as his tentacles squirmed over his thighs, and he smiled sweetly. “Well, I could probably ride your dick hard enough to break this bed.”

“Do it, baby.” Tuesday groaned eagerly. “Fuck this bed. We can get a new one.”

“Mm, yup. Sure can.” Ozzie had wanted to draw this out, but he simply couldn’t wait another second.

Not with Tuesday moaning beneath him like that and gazing up at him like he was the most incredible man in the entire universe. He rubbed the head of Tuesday’s cock against his hole, making sure he was still wet enough before slowly sinking down. He gasped and let out a sharp moan. “God, babe. Yes.”

“There you go, Ozzie.” Tuesday squeezed Ozzie’s thighs encouragingly. “Just like that, baby.”

Ozzie exhaled softly, rolling his hips in short bursts to work Tuesday’s cock inside. He was more confident moving his body now and eased himself through the stretch. He couldn’t get enough of how Tuesday’s gaze made him feel hot and shiver and all over, and he leaned back to brace himself on Tuesday’s thighs. “Mmm, fuck. You feel so damn good.”

“Me?” Tuesday laughed breathlessly, his eyes bright. “You’re incredible.”

Ozzie blushed, and he petted one of the tentacles on his leg. He could actually believe the praise hearing it from Tuesday. He groaned as he sat fully on Tuesday’s cock, enjoying the hot throb of being stuffed.

This was real .

He could keep this.

With a smirk, Ozzie lifted his ass and slammed back down.

“Fuck!” Tuesday gasped, his tentacles flailing. “Ozzie!”

Ozzie grinned and kept slamming down, the friction sending white-hot shivers up and down his spine. He whimpered and groaned, keeping up the frantic pace. He leaned farther back, using Tuesday’s legs for support as he fucked himself hard and fast.

He used Tuesday’s dick like a toy, slowing down but keeping up the same vigor behind his slams. He lost himself to the deep rhythm, smiling as he gazed down at Tuesday. “Love you.”

“I love you.” Tuesday curled his tentacles along Ozzie’s cock, stroking him firmly. “I love you so, so fucking much.”

Those words rang through Ozzie’s core and fueled the pump of his hips. He didn’t care about what he looked like or what was sexy, but just what felt good. He sat once more and rocked, circling his hips until he was practically sobbing. “F-fuck! Tuesday!”

Tuesday grunted and raised his body off the bed, thrusting up into Ozzie. “Yeah?

“Ah… ah, T-Tuesday!” Ozzie wailed when Tuesday moved like that, and he desperately shifted to meet him. He lurched forward and slid his hands over Tuesday’s chest, hungrily taking his fill of Tuesday’s thick cock. He moaned, whined, and he grinded down with breathy gasps. “Y-yes… yes, babe.”

Tuesday reached for Ozzie, urging him to lean forward so he could pull him into a deep kiss. He kept thrusting, holding Ozzie tight with his tentacles as they rutted together. “You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”

“Damn right,” Ozzie panted. “Because no one else is me.” He whined as Tuesday’s cock hit nerves he’d forgotten he even had, and he trembled as heat pooled down in his loins. “But you…” He reached for Tuesday’s cheek. “You’re everything. You’re fucking everything to me.”

“Ozzie…” Tuesday’s eyes glowed and he groaned, bucking faster and faster. “Fuck, baby, I’m?—”

“Me too, me too!” Ozzie stared down between them, watching his cock dribble precome as the tentacles jerked him off frantically. He sobbed as he felt Tuesday’s come filling him, and the new wave of tension was too much. He moaned helplessly, bouncing on Tuesday’s cock as his climax took over. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck!”

Tuesday wrapped more of his tentacles around Ozzie’s shoulders and back, rocking them together as they both slowly came down from the rush. “Yes, oh… Fuck, baby. Holy shit.”

“Uh-huh.” Ozzie flopped against Tuesday, his thighs and lower back burning from the exertion. “Now we definitely need a shower.”

“What? You don’t enjoy being covered in glittery semen?” Tuesday giggled.

Ozzie groaned out a laugh. “Ugh. I don’t really enjoy being covered in any kind of semen, thanks.”

“How about a bath, huh? We can soak in that giant-ass tub of yours and wash up.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie. “Mmm, and then we’re not leaving this comfortable-ass bed unless it’s to get weed or snacks.”

“Deal.”

Tuesday gathered Ozzie up into his arms and tentacles, carrying him into the bathroom. He set him down on the edge of the tub and got the water going, asking, “So, which one of these bath explosion things you want?”

“This one.” Ozzie grabbed a white and purple one.

“Really?” Tuesday arched his brow. “It looks like a turd.”

“It’s lavender scented. Hush.” Ozzie snorted, unwrapping it to drop it into the tub.

“A lavender scented turd.”

“It’s what I was soaking in when we met actually.” Ozzie smiled shyly. “Just, you know, felt kinda nice. Fitting or something.”

“Aw, baby.” Tuesday smooched Ozzie’s cheek. “I love that.”

Ozzie slipped down into the tub with a groan. He leaned back, but then he shifted forward to make room. “Come on. You and those long legs should get behind me.”

“You know I can literally melt into any shape and fit anywhere? And I do mean anywhere, meow?—”

“Good.” Ozzie snorted out a laugh. “So, you can sit behind me and hold me.”

Tuesday laughed, slipping in behind Ozzie and getting settled. “Okay, okay.” He gently urged Ozzie to lean back into his arms, and he hugged him close. “How’s this?”

“Perfect.” Ozzie smiled.

For a few moments, they simply held each other as the water filled the tub and the soothing scent of lavender wafted through the air. It was peaceful, warm, and Ozzie smiled as he closed his eyes, relaxing down to his bones.

“This is awesome,” Ozzie mumbled. “Doesn’t get any better than this.”

“No?”

“Nope.”

Tuesday gave Ozzie a gentle squeeze. “Not even if I say we should watch the extended cut of the entire LOTR trilogy?”

“Fuck, you really are perfect.”

“Oh, I know. But it’s awesome that you noticed.”

Ozzie chuckled. “I love you, Tuesday.”

“Love you too, Ozzie.”