Chapter 3

three

O zzie washed up, brushed his teeth, and turned off the light in his bathroom before he stepped back into the bedroom to find Tuesday lounging right in the middle of his bed. He’d known Tuesday was going to be there, it wasn’t exactly a surprise, and yet, the sight still stole Ozzie’s breath from his chest, and his feet became glued to the floor.

Holy fuck.

The hot alien was in his bed.

The hot alien was there in his bed and looking, well…

Really hot.

Ozzie really needed to get a hold of himself, but it was hard to think clearly with such a beautiful man in his bed. Especially a man who had been so kind and sweet and flirted with him, and yup , there went his brain again because Ozzie had never had anyone else in his bed before. He didn’t want to make assumptions, but…

Maybe this could be the start of something.

Possibly.

But what if Tuesday thought he was too weird? Too hairy? Too something ?

Ozzie realized he had been standing there silently, gawking like a total dope, and he grinned sheepishly as he tried to think of something to say. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi yourself, handsome.” Tuesday pulled back the covers, patting the spot beside him with a grin. “Come on over, baby. I don’t bite.” He paused. “You know… much. Maybe if you’re into that.”

“Definitely not into that. I don’t think.” Ozzie finally got his feet to cooperate, taking a few clumsy steps toward the bed. “Guess I don’t know, though.”

“No?” Tuesday tilted his head curiously. “Never had anybody nibble on you before?”

“No!” Ozzie’s face roasted as he sat delicately on the edge of the bed. “Never. That is a… no.”

Tuesday stretched out his long body, tucking his upper arms behind his head while his lower hands slid over his stomach. “Now that is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, baby.”

“It’s not sad.” Ozzie shook his head, lying down next to Tuesday. “I’m just kinda picky, I guess. And people were picky about me. So, I just… you know. I haven’t done much, uh, of that. Much of… that.”

After all, intimacy required being close to people, and that…

That had never been easy for Ozzie.

“Define much of that .”

“Look, I’ve done stuff!” Ozzie flushed. “It’s just, uh, been a while, and I’ve never exactly had that many repeat performances, okay? So, there wasn’t, well, a lot of room to explore and figure out… things.”

“Like biting?”

“Yeah, like that.”

“Well, if you ever wanna find out, you just let me know, baby.” Tuesday nudged Ozzie with his toes. “That is if I meet your standards.”

“I’m sure you do! You’re funny, and… and nice, and we… we had a good time watching Satan torture people, and… I mean... it’s not like I have a specific list or anything, I just…” Ozzie shrugged helplessly, the words nothing more than a jumbled-up mess spewing from his lips. “I’m me , and it is hard for me to connect with another person. I never found anyone that I wanted to do stuff with, that I thought would really want to be with me…” He trailed off, his gaze falling on Tuesday’s lips.

“Until now?” Tuesday grinned.

“Until now,” Ozzie agreed quietly, the words out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about them twice. “So, uh…”

“How about we start slow?” Tuesday scooted closer.

“How slow?” Ozzie’s heart thumped as Tuesday leaned over him.

“How about a kiss?” Tuesday suggested, his smile warm. “Humans still like to kiss, right?”

“Yeah… Yeah, we do.” Ozzie nodded slowly. “A kiss sounds, uh, great. Really great. And I… I need to stop talking.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Tuesday cradled Ozzie’s cheek. “You just let me take care of you, hmm? I’ll be so gentle.” He grinned. “Unless we figure out you like it rough and then hey, we get to pick safe words and shit.”

Ozzie laughed, his nerves easing. “Okay.”

Tuesday bowed his head, pressing a soft kiss to Ozzie’s lips.

Ozzie was startled by how sweet Tuesday tasted, a flavor that was just as syrupy as his scent. It was overwhelming at first but soon incredibly addictive, and Ozzie couldn’t get enough of Tuesday’s kisses.

Tuesday was patient, passionate, and he let Ozzie take the lead. His many hands were all over Ozzie’s body, and he crawled right over the top of him as the kiss continued to simmer and heat up. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the moment—Tuesday was a damn good kisser, confident and hot, and Ozzie was out of breath in moments.

He wanted to touch too, and he slid his hands over Tuesday’s back and hips. It was then he became aware Tuesday had a lot more than four hands, and he looked down, gasping when he saw pink tentacles.

They were extensions of Tuesday’s natural blob body, glittery and bright as they unfurled from his sides and stomach. He seemed to be able to manifest them from anywhere.

Ozzie shivered as the tentacles stroked his hips and thighs. “Whoa.”

“You okay, baby?” Tuesday grinned.

“Those are, uh…”

“Tentacles, yeah.” Tuesday wiggled. “I can put them away if you want.”

“No.” Ozzie kissed him firmly. “It’s okay. Please… I want to keep going.”

“You got it, baby.” Tuesday kissed him back eagerly, letting it linger for several moments. He broke away with a sly little smile, now making his way down Ozzie’s body. He pushed Ozzie’s shirt up and purred approvingly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Ozzie blushed, the heat traveling down his throat to his chest. His chest heaved, and one of his hands clutched at Tuesday’s curls. He’d never been praised for his body, and in that moment, he really did feel every bit as beautiful as Tuesday was saying he was.

“I…” Ozzie took a deep breath and blinked back tears. “Th-thank you.”

Tuesday smiled warmly, one of his tentacles brushing against Ozzie’s hip. “You’re very welcome.”

Ozzie shivered, and he was surprised by how sensitive he was right now. It probably had something to do with how turned on he was and how very, very hot Tuesday’s tentacles were teasing over his skin. He squirmed, asking breathlessly, “So, uh, what… what are we doing here?”

“Whatever you want.” Tuesday winked as he bowed his head to nuzzle at Ozzie’s cock through his sweats.

“I’ll, uh… I’m sure I’ll think of something.” Ozzie inhaled sharply, fighting not to buck up against Tuesday’s hot mouth. He curled his fingers tighter into the sheets, and he whimpered. “I like, uh… I like where this is going.”

“Yeah?” Tuesday ran his long tongue up Ozzie’s shaft.

“Shi-iiit!” Ozzie’s voice cracked, and his cock throbbed. Even with the fabric between them, the heat of Tuesday’s tongue was intense, and he was suddenly very concerned that this was not going to last very long. “ Tuesday .”

“Yes, Ozzie?” Tuesday grinned and nosed around Ozzie’s groin, now touching everywhere except for Ozzie’s dick.

“T-Tuesday, could you… Please?” Ozzie clawed at the sheets, the pressure inside his body was already threatening to tip over and he still wasn’t all the way naked. The front of his sweats were soaked with precome, and he could feel his pulse pounding in the head of his cock and down in his balls. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Tuesday asked innocently.

“Tuesday. Goobert. Baby.” Ozzie panted. “I’ll call you anything you want, please just touch me. Please, please, please.”

“Ugh, not Goobert.” Tuesday laughed. “Anything but that. And hey, come on. Calm down, baby. I’m not even done getting you undressed yet.”

“Calm down?” Ozzie squeaked. His head spun, he was hot all over, and he honestly felt a bit insane. He’d never felt anything like it, but... he trusted Tuesday. That was probably the most insane part about this.

They hadn’t even known each other a full day, and yet Ozzie felt more comfortable with Tuesday than he did with people he’d worked with for years, or even members of his own family.

He settled back into the bed, sighing. “I’m trying. Fuck, I’m shaking.”

“You’re amazing,” Tuesday soothed. “We’re still going nice and slow, all right?”

“Yeah.” Ozzie chuckled weakly. “I swear if you look at my dick right now in a very firm voice, I’ll come.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not even looking at him right now. Not even thinking about him.” Tuesday beamed, sliding his hands and tentacles upward to pull at Ozzie’s shirt.

“Look, uh.” Ozzie tensed. “Can we… Can we leave this on? I can take off my pants and whatever else, but… but I want to leave my shirt on.”

God, Tuesday probably thought he was such an insecure loser.

This was the part when things usually went wrong, when people didn’t want to keep going, when they’d say something shitty?—

“Of course.” Tuesday only smiled. “Anything you want, baby.” He shifted his attention to Ozzie’s pants, asking, “Can these come off, gorgeous?”

“Oh.” Ozzie’s heart thumped. “Yeah, yeah.”

Tuesday squealed as if he’d been given a huge treat, and he eagerly slid Ozzie’s sweats and underwear off in one quick swoop. He dove between Ozzie’s thighs, kissing along one and then the other, but completely ignored Ozzie’s hard cock.

Ozzie inhaled shakily, watching his cock throb in time with the frantic pulse of his heartbeat. He grabbed the blankets and held on tight, panting softly as Tuesday continued to touch him everywhere except his dick. “Sorry if, uh, this… this is quick.”

“Hey, I would take it as a compliment.” Tuesday beamed, one of his lower arms morphing into a pink tentacle to slither along Ozzie’s cock. “And it would just mean I get a chance to make you bust again.”

“Fuck.” Ozzie arched into the tentacle, and he was instantly in love with the smooth warmth. “Holy fuck.”

Tuesday held Ozzie’s gaze as his tentacle curled around Ozzie’s cock, and he crawled back up to claim a kiss. “Mmm, just breathe, baby. It’s all right.”

Ozzie grabbed Tuesday’s curls and petted them frantically, gasping as the tentacle squeezed him gently. He thought it should have been weird or strange, but he couldn’t focus on anything else except how good it felt. He wanted more pleasure, and he continued to thrust awkwardly to chase more of the awesome feeling.

“There you go.” Tuesday slid a hand along Ozzie’s thigh, urging him to lift his leg. He guided Ozzie’s leg up onto his hip and rolled his body forward, pressing close. “Just like that.”

Ozzie wheezed out a breath and stared between them, watching Tuesday’s long pink cock slot against his own and the curling tentacle. He took a deep breath and kissed Tuesday desperately, trying to make this last for as long as he could. The pulsing grip of the tentacle and firm pressure of Tuesday’s cock grinding into him was fantastic, and he was quickly approaching the edge of climax.

He was buzzed and warm, and he couldn’t resist how sexy it was that Tuesday was taking charge. Ozzie loved Tuesday’s firm grip on his leg and the way he commanded the kiss, and he wished this could last all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing Tuesday, but he managed to whine a quick warning.

Ozzie clung to Tuesday, kissing him like everything he needed could be found right there on his sweet lips. The sensations rose like a tidal wave, and Ozzie whipped his head back with a shout, sobbing as he came. His cock pulsed between them and all over Tuesday’s tentacle, and he moaned as his body continued to twitch. “Tuesday! Mmm, fuck!”

“Ozzie, look at you,” Tuesday purred, using his tentacle to squeeze around Ozzie’s dick and work him through each intense spasm. He kissed Ozzie’s flushed cheek and sighed happily, kissing his way down Ozzie’s neck. “You are gorgeous falling apart for me.”

Ozzie groaned as Tuesday teased his teeth over his throat, and his hips continued to thrust weakly. He finally sagged into the bed, sweating and out of breath, and he tried to think of something to say to really capture the beauty of this incredible moment. Instead, he blurted out, “Holy fuckballs.”

“Holy fuckballs, huh?” Tuesday let out a delighted laugh. “Hey, I’ll take it.” He grinned at Ozzie, pushing himself up to look between them. “Mmm, we made a mess out of you.”

“If you could see inside my brain, you’d see what a mess you made up there too.” Ozzie laughed. “Your tentacle is just, wow.” He grunted. “Everything is just wow.”

Tuesday grinned. “Mmm, you’re pretty wow yourself, you know.”

“You really mean that.” Ozzie touched Tuesday’s cheek. “It’s not just some smoke you’re blowing up my ass trying to make me feel better.” He kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”

“You are very, very welcome.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie back, pressing close again. More tentacles unfurled from his body, and they caressed over Ozzie’s sides and hips.

Being touched in so many places at once was overwhelming and wonderful, and Ozzie groaned as he arched his body up into the incredible caresses. “Tuesday, that’s… You’re amazing.”

“I’m just getting started, gorgeous,” Tuesday declared as he moved back down Ozzie’s chest. He nuzzled at the T-shirt as he went lower, kissing the bit of Ozzie’s stomach that was exposed from the shirt riding up. “Plenty more where that came from.”

“Yeah?” Ozzie shivered, his cock still hard. He chalked it up to Tuesday’s magical alien tentacles, and he grinned. “I think, uh, yeah, we can do that. More sounds good.”

“Then more is what you’re gonna get, baby.” Tuesday’s long tongue flopped out of his mouth, and he licked at the head of Ozzie’s cock.

Ozzie shuddered, sensitive and aching, but wanting more of that lovely wet heat. He inhaled sharply and moaned, fighting to keep his hips from jerking off the bed. “Fuck, that’s good. That’s really good.”

Tuesday lapped up and down Ozzie’s shaft with soft, teasing licks. He kneaded Ozzie’s thighs while his tentacles swirled across his hips and a few smaller tendrils massaged Ozzie’s balls.

“Tuesday… Oh, God…” Ozzie groaned, watching everything Tuesday was doing with laser focus. The urge to come was there, but it wasn’t as urgent as before. He could really enjoy each blissful moment, and he gazed adoringly down at Tuesday’s bright eyes. “That’s incredible. You’re so fucking incredible .”

“Oh, I know.” Tuesday winked. “Mmm, you just enjoy yourself, baby. I’m having the best time down here.” He chuckled as he took the head of Ozzie’s cock into his mouth with a soft moan.

“F-fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ozzie chanted frantically, his hands fumbling to brace himself. The wet suction was fantastic, and he couldn’t believe how Tuesday’s tongue could swirl all around his cock with such ease. “Yes, fuck, that, that, fuck .”

Tuesday bobbed his head and took on more of Ozzie’s cock, swallowing him down to the base. He kept his tongue moving, and his tentacles gave Ozzie’s balls a firm tug. He grabbed Ozzie’s hips and pinned him firmly against the bed, moaning around his mouthful.

Ozzie’s eyes rolled back and he gasped, trying to push back against Tuesday's strong grip. Being held down like this made heat surge through his core, and he whined, a needy sound he didn’t think he’d ever heard himself make.

He didn’t understand how he and Tuesday had just met, and yet here they were, with his cock stuffed down Tuesday’s perfect throat.

Tuesday’s tentacles were their own unique thrill, still writhing all across Ozzie’s skin and a brave handful teasing underneath his shirt. It was hard to tell how much of Tuesday was still human from this angle—his head, neck, and shoulders —but at least some of his body had devolved back into pink goo to create countless more tentacles to explore.

“I’m not… I’m not gonna last,” Ozzie pleaded, trembling down to his toes as he writhed against the sheets. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his heart raced, and he couldn’t believe he was already so close to orgasm again.

Tuesday’s tongue slid up and down and around and around , and fuck, somehow the tip of it had worked its way up to Ozzie’s slit. It teased there, darting in and out, adding another level of bliss Ozzie was having trouble comprehending.

The relentless friction was staggering, and Ozzie’s entire world had been nothing but delicious, slick heat. He trembled, groaned, and then let out a shout as he came again, spilling into Tuesday’s mouth as the tentacles wriggled around him. “T-Tuesday!”

Tuesday moaned happily, his entire mouth vibrating around Ozzie’s cock as he swallowed. He pulled off only once Ozzie was squirming, and he grinned. “Fuck, Ozzie. You are fucking tasty.”

“Oh… my… God…” Ozzie wheezed, weakly pawing at Tuesday’s shoulders. “Please. Come here?”

Tuesday surged forward, letting Ozzie drag him into a deep kiss.

Ozzie thrust his tongue into Tuesday’s mouth and chased the taste of himself, gasping. “Wow. Just… wow.”

Tuesday held Ozzie close, and his tentacles curled around him, rocking him gently. “Yeah. Starting to think wow is the word of the day, huh?”

“God, yeah.” Ozzie chuckled. “I’ve never… This is…” He took a deep breath as he lost track of how many arms and—or tentacles were holding him right now. “I have never felt anything like that. Not ever.”

“That’s some mighty fine praise. Thank you.” Tuesday nuzzled Ozzie’s cheek. “Mmm, happy to make your soul leave your body any time.”

“Uh, so…” Ozzie tried to detect whether Tuesday was still hard by shifting his hips, but all he could feel was warm slime. Maybe best not to focus on that too much. “Do you want to…?”

“What?”

“You know.” Ozzie didn’t think he could say it.

“What? Get off?” Tuesday grinned. “Bust a nut? Spill my load? Wank one out?”

“Oh, God.” Ozzie groaned.

“I got more.”

“I’m sure you do.” Ozzie laughed. “But seriously! Don’t you want me to return the, uh, favor?”

“That’s up to you, baby. I don’t need to drain the meat pipe to have a good time with you.” Tuesday shrugged.

“Okay, as long as you never describe it as draining the meat pipe again.” Ozzie snickered and shook his head. “I… I would like to. I want you to feel good too.” He glanced over Tuesday. “Just, uh, tell me what would be good… for you?”

“Anything you do is gonna feel nice, baby.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie before rolling off him. He stretched out beside him, his body regaining its human shape now as he wiggled out of his clothes.

Ozzie gulped.

He had a pretty good idea of what he wanted to do—stuff that beautiful hot pink dick into his mouth—but he’d only done it a few times. While Tuesday seemed easy to please, Ozzie was suddenly worried about his performance falling short. He wanted to make Tuesday feel so good, but how the hell was he supposed to top an alien’s flawless blow job?

“Hey,” Tuesday soothed. “Whatever you do is gonna be awesome, baby.”

Ozzie grabbed his pants to wipe himself down, grunting as he sat up. “Huh, do aliens read minds?”

“No, but I can tell you’re worried because your forehead is knotted up like Captain Wrinkles.” Tuesday chuckled. “It’s okay, baby. Really. This is your party. If you’re not comfortable, we can go right to sleep.”

Somehow, that only made Ozzie want to do this even more.

“All right, well, kick back and relax.” Ozzie kneeled between Tuesday’s long legs. “Because yeah, this is my party, and… and I can suck dick if I want to. And that’s what I am going to do.”

Tuesday giggled. “You got it, sir.”

Ozzie slid his hands up Tuesday’s thighs, marveling at how soft his skin was. It appeared as human as his own, though far less hairy, but it was as sleek as velvet. He grabbed Tuesday’s cock to stroke him, delighted to discover it was the same smooth texture. He leaned in close, rubbing his lips along the shaft and breathing him in.

Sweet.

Just like cotton candy.

“Mmm, Ozzie.” Tuesday’s eyes closed, his lower hands reaching for Ozzie’s hair while his upper set pawed at the sheets. “There you go, baby. Just like that. That’s nice. Mm, that’s so fucking nice.”

“O-okay! Well, just getting started.” Spurred on by Tuesday’s praise, Ozzie licked along Tuesday’s thick shaft. He even tasted sweet, but it wasn’t cloying or overpowering. Ozzie couldn’t help but lap more eagerly, really getting into it now.

“No one ever wants to do this for me,” Tuesday confessed, squirming deliciously. “It’s, mm, a damn shame.”

“That it is,” Ozzie agreed. “So, uh, you better get used to it. Because I plan to do this a lot.” He took a breath and pushed the first few inches of Tuesday’s cock into his mouth. His lips stretched obscenely wide to take it all in, but he was determined to do this.

After everything Tuesday had given him tonight, the least he could do was deliver a halfway decent blow job.

No, fuck that.

It was going to be great.

Maybe. Yes.

Good?

Okay.

Ozzie breathed in through his nose and sucked slowly, letting himself build the pressure gradually. He had loved all the crazy stuff Tuesday had done with his tongue and tried to mimic the motions, swirling around Tuesday’s shaft and rubbing it firmly.

Tuesday yowled and arched his long body, his eyes glowing a brilliant shade of magenta. “Yeah, baby. Fuck, there you go. Mm, there you go.”

Ozzie kept it up and pushed deeper—shit, too much. He had to pull back before he gagged, and he focused his attention on the tip of Tuesday’s dick. He used his hand to stroke what he was afraid to stick back in his mouth, and licked all around Tuesday’s head. He settled on a steady rhythm and stayed there, watching Tuesday for cues on what felt the best.

“More,” Tuesday pleaded breathlessly, his stomach tensing. “Come on, baby. Get it. F-fuck, so close, baby.”

Ozzie sped up, sucking harder and not caring now that he was drooling or about the weird faces he was probably making. What mattered were the beautiful sounds Tuesday was making, the way his brow scrunched up as he moaned, and the sweet taste of his precome gushing over Ozzie’s tongue.

God, that was good.

Like rock candy or the sticks for Dip Sticks. Wait, no, that wasn’t the name. The candy powder with the little stick?—

“Ozzie,” Tuesday whined, his voice hoarse. He gazed down at Ozzie with wide eyes, lips parted as he panted. “Close. Really close.”

Tuesday was beautiful like this.

Desperate, shaking, ready to pop.

Ozzie was surprised by the sudden surge of pride he felt knowing he was bringing Tuesday such pleasure. After all, Tuesday wasn’t human. Not even a little bit.

He kept repeating the same movements over and over, giving Tuesday everything he had.

“There!” Tuesday gasped. “Ozzie!”

Ozzie grunted as Tuesday bucked upward and his cock flooded Ozzie’s mouth with his hot load. It was thicker than Ozzie had anticipated, like syrup, and surprisingly sweet. He gulped it all down, wishing there was more.

“Mm, Ozzie. Easy.” Tuesday squirmed.

Ozzie pulled off with a gasp. “Ah, sorry. You, uh, taste really good.” He saw a small dribble leak from Tuesday’s slit, a drop of pinkish fluid, and he eagerly licked it up. “Like, wow, really good.”

Tuesday grinned. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.”

Ozzie grunted as Tuesday yanked him back up for a kiss. “Wow.”

Tuesday kissed him adoringly, and there were definitely more than four arms cuddling Ozzie tight. “Wow is right, baby. Mmm, you’re amazing.”

“Amazing, huh?” Ozzie blushed. “Well, I was hoping for incredible . Guess I’ll just have to, you know, uh, try again sometime.”

Tuesday beamed. “I would like that.” He wiggled his hips. “What do you say we clean up all this jizz and get some sleep, huh? I call big spoon.”

Ozzie laughed. “Okay. Sounds good.”

They freshened up, changed out the covers, and Ozzie couldn’t stop smiling. This had been the most incredible and wild day of his entire life, and his heart thumped as he settled down to sleep with Tuesday wrapped all around him.

For the first time in a very long time, Ozzie was happy. He had no idea how long it would last or what might come next, but for now…

Cuddling with a hot pink alien and still buzzing from several incredible orgasms?

Yeah, it was pretty great.