Chapter 7

seven

O zzie sighed in relief as he plopped into the back of the limousine. He was exhausted from the peopling , however brief it was, and he could not wait to be back home with Tuesday. He wanted to get out of these hideously festive clothes and enjoy the rest of the evening just the two of them.

And yes, there could be more dancing too.

Perhaps later there would be some dancing of the intimate variety. Before then, though, Ozzie wanted to put on his comfiest sweats and cuddle on the couch for a little while.

Maybe they could watch Die Hard again.

But Tuesday, apparently, had other ideas for their evening plans.

He melted quite literally against Ozzie’s side, cuddling close as he asked, “So, we gonna fuck in this limo or what?”

“Or what?” Ozzie blinked.

“We gonna fuck in this limo or what?” Tuesday repeated slowly. “You said that thing about taking the dancing back to your place. And I think this would be very hot. And romantic. But mostly hot.”

Ozzie glanced nervously up at the thin piece of plexiglass separating them from Todd, the driver. “Uh, yes, well, that would be hot, but we’re not exactly alone?—”

Tuesday grabbed a small phone from off the side of the seat. “Hi, Todd!”

Todd waved.

Judging by his mouth moving, he was speaking, but Ozzie couldn’t hear him.

“Look, I’m gonna need you to do me a big favor.” Tuesday grinned slyly. “Yeah, yeah, uh-huh… You got it! Exactly! It’s like you read my mind. Thanks, Todd. You’re the best.” He cackled and hung up.

“What did you do?” Ozzie demanded.

“What?”

“What did you do?” Ozzie frowned as Todd took an unfamiliar turn. “Where are we going?”

“Just trust the process.”

“I do not trust the process.” Ozzie laughed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”

“Well, Todd is hungry,” Tuesday said innocently. “So, he wanted to stop somewhere to get a lil’ somethin’ to eat.”

Ozzie frowned, peering out the tinted window and trying to figure out where they were going. They were definitely headed out of downtown and onto the highway, but there wasn’t much out here in the way of food except for a big truck stop with a diner known for questionable food. “Are we being kidnapped? Is Todd going to cut out our kidneys and we’ll end up in bathtubs full of ice?”

“What? No.” Tuesday paused. “At least I don’t think so. Let me ask him.” He reached for the phone.

“Hey, hey! Stop!” Ozzie swatted at Tuesday and grabbed his hand.

Tuesday giggled and simply reached with his other arm.

Ozzie grabbed that hand too.

Tuesday’s grin widened and he grew two more arms, wiggling his new fingers at Ozzie.

Ozzie sighed loudly.

“Don’t worry.” Tuesday petted Ozzie’s face with his new hands. “I’m sure Todd won’t take your kidneys if you don’t want him to!”

Ozzie groaned. “Can’t you please just tell me what you’re up to?”

“Well. You surprised me with this awesome limo, we had so much fun at the party, and…” Tuesday fidgeted. “I’m not ready to go home just yet. I thought we could, you know, enjoy some private time while Todd eats his dinner.”

“Private time?”

“Private sexy time.”

Ozzie’s face immediately caught fire. “Wait…”

The limo pulled off the highway, taking the exit for the diner.

“You mean we’re…” Ozzie stared back out the window. “He knows we’re gonna…”

Tuesday kissed Ozzie sweetly. “Todd wants to eat on the clock, and I want you to jump on my cock.” He giggled. “Hey, that rhymed!”

“We can’t actually…” Ozzie’s brain was having trouble finishing sentences, and he gawked as they pulled into the back of the diner’s spacious parking lot. There was a large area designed for big vehicles like semi-trucks and the like, and the limo had no trouble finding a spot to park. “We’re… We…”

Tuesday rolled down the window, waving at Todd. “Hiya, Todd!”

Todd walked up with a grin. “Hey! You guys have fun! I’ll be sure to take a long dinner break. On the clock, of course.”

“Uh-huh.” Tuesday grinned. “Very long.”

“If it turns out to be not so long, uh, just text me, okay?”

“Yes, sir!”

Ozzie forgot how to breathe.

Tuesday rolled the window back up as Todd headed to the diner. He turned to Ozzie with a wicked little grin. “So! Looks like it’s just me, you, and this very, very lovely seat we should fuck on, like, immediately.”

“Why is Todd letting us do this?” Ozzie hissed, absolutely scandalized.

“I dunno. You’d have to ask him.” Tuesday laughed. “Maybe he hates his job. Maybe he gets off on people fucking in parking lots while he eats greasy food. But he is definitely not in charge of cleaning the limos, that’s for sure.”

Ozzie gulped. “Okay, so…”

Tuesday cradled the side of Ozzie’s face and kissed him softly. “Look, if you really don’t wanna do this here, we don’t have to. We can watch videos on your phone or make out or just stare at each other.” He smiled. “I just thought it might be fun. After all the dancing and?—”

“Let’s do it.”

“Wait, really?” Tuesday squealed.

“Fuck it.” Ozzie kissed Tuesday firmly. “Let’s fucking do it.”

“Fuck yes!” Tuesday cheered and then promptly pounced, pinning Ozzie down into the seat. He reached between them to get Ozzie’s pants unzipped. “I wanted our first time to be really special. Like, one we’d remember forever that’s all magical and romantic.”

“Hey, back of a limo is romantic… ish.” Ozzie chuckled and lifted his ass so Tuesday could pull his pants down. He kicked them off, gasping as Tuesday went right for his underwear to pull those off too.

Tuesday slid a tentacle between Ozzie’s legs, rubbing against his hole with a grin.

“Uh, so.” Ozzie cleared his throat. “I don’t exactly carry lube around with me.”

“Well, lucky for you, my body is, ahem, self-lubricating.” Tuesday wiggled one of his tentacles. “As in, I can secrete a lubricant. Yes, it will probably have glitter in it. Just so you know.”

“You’re like a Boy Scout,” Ozzie teased. “Prepared and fabulous.”

Tuesday grinned slyly. “Oh, I’ve been prepared for a while. Really looking forward to this.”

“Seriously? You’ve been looking forward to having sex… with me?”

“What can I say? All that sexy talk about elves and dwarves and shit gets me goin’.”

“Asshole.” Ozzie laughed, snickering as they kissed.

“You know I mean it, right?” Tuesday murmured.

“Huh?”

“That I want this,” Tuesday said with a soft smile. “That I want you. More than anything. Being down on this planet with you, spending time together, getting to know you? Maybe it’s the holiday spirit or the fruitcake talking, but… I’m really, really happy, Ozzie.”

Ozzie’s heart thumped, and he smiled back. “Me too, Tuesday.” He kissed Tuesday again, more passionately this time, and he gasped when Tuesday’s newly slick tentacle pressed against his hole. “Tuesday, fuck .” He reached for his tie, but he hesitated, staring down at the blinking lights. “Uh…”

Tuesday smiled gently. “You can leave it on if you want, baby. You know I don’t mind.”

“Fuck it.” Ozzie pulled at the tie, panting as he hurried to unbutton his shirt. “If we’re doing this, we are doing this fully naked.”

“Baby!” Tuesday squealed happily and offered a few tentacles to help Ozzie undress. He greedily caressed Ozzie’s chest and stomach, grinning wide. “God yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.”

“Yeah?” Ozzie blushed but kept going until he was totally bare before Tuesday. “You really like this?”

“Yup. I can’t believe you’re that excited about lil’ ol’ me when you got all this.” Tuesday grinned, his tentacles grabbing Ozzie’s legs to spread them wide across the seat.

“Are you kidding? You’re so fucking hot.” Ozzie shivered. “Your smile, your laugh, your tentacles.” He arched into the tentacle teasing him. “Your, mm, everything .”

“You want my everything, you got it, baby.” Tuesday continued to slide his tentacle around Ozzie’s asshole, spreading the slick lube. “Whatever you want.”

“You.” Ozzie whimpered. “I… I just want you, Tuesday.” He kissed him sweetly, some of the urgency on hold for now.

This was real. It was really happening, and he wanted to savor it.

He’d had other first times with guys before, but this one seemed more important.

“I’m all yours.” Tuesday groaned into the kiss, his tentacle slowly thrusting into Ozzie’s body. It grew in girth as it pressed deeper, but Tuesday was going so slowly and carefully that there was no discomfort, only a warm stretch. “All yours, baby.”

“I’m yours too,” Ozzie whispered in reply, his lashes damp with tears as his emotions overwhelmed him.

For the first time, he actually felt attractive.

Honestly and genuinely desirable.

That was new.

The way Tuesday looked at him, touched him—it meant everything to Ozzie. Tuesday was gorgeous and smart and amazing, an actual alien being from another planet, and he wanted Ozzie. He’d never had any partner who made him feel this way, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

There was something so sweet about the way Tuesday gazed down at him…

As if somehow Ozzie was the incredible one here.

Ozzie was already right on the edge from all the sweet teasing, and he whimpered. “G-God... More, please. I... I wanna come, Tuesday. So bad.”

“Come for me, baby.” Tuesday encouraged, curling his tentacle inside of Ozzie as more tendrils grabbed his cock. “Go on… Make a big fucking mess.”

“Mmm… mmm! T-Tuesday!” Ozzie sobbed as he came abruptly, spilling all over himself. He couldn’t believe how fast it had happened, but damn, every second was pulsing hot pleasure, and he moaned frantically. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“Oh, baby.” Tuesday groaned loudly, thrusting his tentacle gently and working Ozzie through his orgasm. “You’re so good for me, look at you.”

Ozzie whimpered again, collapsing back on the seat and trying to catch his breath. “Mmm, fuck.” He moaned lightly as one last quiver rocked through him. “Oh my God.” “Beautiful.” Tuesday gave Ozzie’s cock another small squeeze with his tentacle.

Ozzie put his hands over his face. “Oh my God .”

“Hey, don’t hide,” Tuesday soothed, reaching up to pull Ozzie’s hands from his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Sorry, heh.” Ozzie let Tuesday move his hands, and he knew his eyes were full of tears. “I didn’t mean to get that worked up.

“Don’t apologize.” Tuesday beamed. “It’s okay.”

“I’m kind of a mess. That was…” Ozzie arched forward, seeking a kiss. “That was really something else.”

“You’re really something else too, you know.”

“Thank you, Tuesday.” Ozzie grinned, a genuine and happy smile he didn’t show often. He nuzzled Tuesday’s cheek, murmuring, “I think I’m ready for you. If you still want to.”

“Fuck yeah, of course. But we can wait if you’re still not sure.” Tuesday hugged Ozzie with his tentacles, his hands cupping his face. “We got time, baby. As much as I wanna dick you down, I’m not in any rush.”

“I’m ready now,” Ozzie insisted as he reached down to cup Tuesday’s cock through his pants. “Please. I need you.” He smirked. “But you have to get naked too.”

“Oh, that’s a done deal.” Tuesday laughed, already shrugging off his festive clothing. “Don’t get me wrong. I do love clothes, but ugh, they get kinda itchy after a while.”

“Doesn’t feel good on your goo?” Ozzie teased.

Tuesday laughed, kneeling on the floor in front of Ozzie. “Nope!”

“All the more reason to get this stuff off.” Ozzie sat up and kissed Tuesday, trying to get his pants out of the way so he could get to Tuesday’s dick. He groaned once he had it in his hands, loving the soft texture and heat as he stroked it. “Why, Tuesday. You have a very, very nice dick.”

“Yeah? Not bad, right?” Tuesday grinned as he pressed between Ozzie’s legs, his tentacles wrapping around Ozzie’s thighs to spread them wider. “Glad you like it.”

Ozzie hesitated, asking, “Is this, like… a pleasurable thing for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Because you’re normally a big ball of goo. But you have a dick when you’re human. So, does that mean part of your goo is… dick goo?”

“Oh my God.” Tuesday snickered. “Okay, look. Without getting super technical, there are parts of my goo that are more special than others.”

“But… all of your goo looks the same to me.”

“Don’t worry.” Tuesday winked. “I know where to put what so it feels good to me too, baby. And of course, if you’re ever interested, I can absolutely make all of your tentacle hentai fantasies come to life.”

Ozzie burst out laughing. “Oh my God.”

“That wasn’t a no.”

“How about we start with a normal dick-shaped goo part?” Ozzie scooted his ass to the edge of the seat.

“Whatever you want.” Tuesday smirked. “You know I can make it bigger too. Thicker. Uncut. The options here are pretty much limitless.”

Ozzie stared.

It hadn’t occurred to him just how much Tuesday could customize his human form.

He rubbed the head of Tuesday’s cock against his wet hole. “How about for now, we uh, we just do this? Normal-sized dick goo things. This, this is fine.”

“Are you sure? I can even make myself ribbed.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Ozzie tried not to laugh. “Nope. I’m okay. Just like this is gonna feel so fucking good, okay?”

“All right, baby. You got it.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie softly, groaning as he rolled his hips to carefully press inside.

“Fuck.” Ozzie gasped, and his thighs trembled, breathing through the new ache. It didn’t burn like he’d expected it to, but the pressure was intense. He panted with excitement, and he wrapped his arms around Tuesday’s neck, already out of breath. “Yes, baby... Yes!”

Tuesday moaned as he rocked his hips gently. He gave Ozzie short, slow thrusts as he worked himself steadily deeper. His tentacles caressed Ozzie’s chest and sides, and he smiled. “Ozzie, fuck… You feel incredible.”

“So do you,” Ozzie groaned, sliding his fingers down Tuesday’s back. He could feel where some of the tentacles were coming out of Tuesday’s body, and he stroked them eagerly. “God, so do you.”

Tuesday shuddered and gasped, and he suddenly slammed forward.

“Fuck!” Ozzie gasped in delight.

“Shit.” Tuesday cringed. “Are you all right? I’m so sorry, baby?—”

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Ozzie smiled reassuringly, stroking over the base of the tentacle again. “Do… Do you like that?”

Tuesday shivered. “Yeah…”

Ozzie stroked more firmly and then moaned as Tuesday thrust hard into him again. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” Tuesday grinned a little, rocking forward faster. “Want some more, baby?”

“Yes, please.” Ozzie yowled happily and lifted his legs up higher. He shuddered as Tuesday’s tentacles pushed his legs onto Tuesday’s shoulders, and he whimpered excitedly at the new bolts of pleasure created in this position.

Tuesday growled, his tentacles writhing as he fucked Ozzie harder. He squeezed Ozzie’s hips as a tentacle coiled around Ozzie’s cock, stroking him in the same urgent rhythm. The entire limo was rocking now from the force of Tuesday’s thrusts, and he bared his teeth in a blissful snarl as he continued to pound Ozzie into the seat.

“Tuesday!” Ozzie screamed—oh God, he didn’t know he could get that loud. He wailed and sobbed as Tuesday fucked him, his insides throbbing from the beautiful friction. He grabbed Tuesday’s tentacles and stoked them eagerly.

“Ah, fuck.” Tuesday buried his face in Ozzie’s chest, grinding in deep. “I’m gonna… Mmm, baby, I’m gonna come.”

“Give it to me,” Ozzie pleaded, focusing on the sweet pressure of Tuesday’s hand and the relentless slam of his cock. The pressure was white-hot, blinding, and he groaned helplessly as he felt himself teetering toward a second climax. “Yes, oh my God! Yes! Don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop!”

Tuesday howled and his hips stuttered. He shouted, “I’m coming! I’m coming--”

Ozzie shuddered, his own orgasm following the hot surge of Tuesday’s load pulsing inside him. He couldn’t believe how much there was, and the new pressure of being filled up so much stole his breath away as he twitched and moaned. “Tuesday… oh… oh my God!”

“Ozzie. Baby.” Tuesday clung to Ozzie and lifted his head to kiss him firmly.

Ozzie melted into the seat, panting feverishly and afraid he might never get enough oxygen again. He was buzzing and hot all over, sweating and still trembling. His hole had its own unique pulse, and the lingering ache was incredible. “Wow.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Tuesday murmured. He kissed Ozzie’s face, his neck, and then over his shoulders. “So, so fucking beautiful.”

“Uh-huh. You too,” Ozzie wheezed. He closed his eyes as Tuesday covered him in so many sweet kisses, and he smiled dopily, petting his tentacles. “That was amazing.”

Tuesday kissed Ozzie’s lips. “Mmm, you’re amazing.”

“Definitely want some more of that,” Ozzie mumbled. “Wasn’t expecting to fuck in the back of a limo, but hey. That was, uh, really good.”

“Yeah?” Tuesday wiggled his hips playfully. “Definitely makes for a memorable first time, huh?”

“True.” Ozzie laughed. “Guess I just can’t resist you.”

“Hey, you did okay.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie’s brow. “You lasted what? Like ten minutes? I’m pretty impressed. After all, I am very sexy.” He teased a tentacle down Ozzie’s stomach. “Mmm, and so are you.”

Ozzie smiled shyly. “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Good. ’Cause the feeling is super, super mutual.” Tuesday snuggled in close. “So, guess we should tell Todd we’re done now, huh?”

“Right.” Ozzie cringed. “After I die of embarrassment and we get back home, how about we get in our comfiest clothes, smoke a big bowl, and watch a movie?”

“That sounds amazing, baby.” Tuesday smooched Ozzie’s cheek. “Oh! How about Die Hard ? Feeling very into movies with limos in them right now. Plus, it’s the ultimate Christmas movie. And oh, oh, we can watch that House Alone one too.”

“Hell yeah. It’s like you read my mind.” Ozzie beamed, but then he frowned worriedly. “Wait. You can’t actually do that, right?”

“Nope. Sorry.” Tuesday giggled. “My alien powers are limited to being gooey and really super amazing at sex and food. You know, the important things in life.”

Ozzie chuckled. “Let me tell Todd he can come back now.”

“Make sure you leave him a really big tip.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”