Definitely a hot alien in his bed.
The same hot alien who he’d done sexy stuff with last night.
Tuesday was still sleeping, cuddled up to Ozzie’s side like a koala bear. His arms and legs were hooked over him, but they’d melted back into glittery slime.
Ozzie smiled down at him, and gently brushed Tuesday’s arm where skin met goo.
Tuesday looked so sweet and peaceful like this.
Ozzie hated to wake him, but he knew he had to get up for work.
“Tuesday?” Ozzie murmured, rubbing Tuesday’s arm more firmly.
Tuesday purred in reply to the touch, and more of his body turned to goo, cementing himself against Ozzie’s side as he smiled warmly.
“Oh... Okay, that’s a thing that just happened.” Ozzie snorted, unsure how he felt about being Nickelodeon slimed in his own bed, but it was surprisingly cozy. He curled an arm around what remained of Tuesday’s body and hugged him close. “Guess I can be just a little late today.”
Tuesday murmured something and his eyes peeked open. He grinned sleepily, mumbling, “Mmm, you’re gonna be very late cause I’m very, very comfy.”
Ozzie smiled. “Well, I do get there on time every day. I don’t have much of a commute.” He chuckled softly, meeting Tuesday’s gaze. “Hi.”
“No? It’s close by?” Tuesday yawned. “That’s nice.”
“Yep! About oh, thirty feet.” Ozzie shrugged and nodded toward the bedroom door. “Usually on the couch and then just a quick skip down the hallway to my office.”
“Oh!” Tuesday laughed. “You work here? At your house? What do you do?”
“Yeah!” Ozzie grinned, ruffling up Tuesday’s bright pink hair. “I do tech support for an electronics company!Did you try turning it off and on again?That kinda shit.”
Tuesday blinked. “Are humans… Hmm, let me think of how to ask this delicately.” He hummed. “Yeah, okay, are humans stupid? How do they not know how to turn stuff on and off?”
“Some of them are pretty stupid.” Ozzie snorted, letting his head fall back against the pillow. “Which gives me job security at least.”
“Oh, well, that’s good.” Tuesday beamed. “I was a chef on my planet. Well, almost. I only had one job ever and I was still in school for it, but I think I was pretty good at it.”
“Really? Do gotta love a guy who cooks.” Ozzie nuzzled into Tuesday’s hair, breathing in his sweet scent. “Maybe I’ll just have to hire you instead of DoorDash for lunch.”
“Come on.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie softly. “I’ll make us breakfast.”
“Spoiling me already?” Ozzie melted into the kiss, sliding his fingers into Tuesday’s fluffy pink hair.
“Gotta make sure you keep me around,” Tuesday teased. “And I’m pretty sure humans need more than orgasms to survive.” He smooched Ozzie one last time before jumping out of bed, the gooey parts of his body reshaping into limbs and skin once more.
“Yeah, that we do. Unfortunately. Or maybe fortunately. I wouldn’t have lived this long on only orgasms.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” Tuesday grabbed Ozzie’s hands to pull him out of bed. “I can give you both.”
“Aren’t I lucky? You’re like a Christmas miracle.” Ozzie squeezed Tuesday’s hands as he got up. He leaned down to rescue his phone and turn the alarm off. “Whatcha gonna make?”
“I dunno yet! Kinda depends on what I find in your kitchen.” Tuesday bounced on his heels. “Thinkin’ cheeseburgers, fries, maybe some milkshakes…”
“For breakfast?” Ozzie snorted, pausing long enough to grab a fresh T-shirt as they left the room. “Only if you put bacon on it. Then it’s breakfast.”
“I think I can handle that.” Tuesday skipped ahead to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, humming as he bent over to dig around in the drawers.
Ozzie couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his lips as he tugged his new shirt on and checked the clock on the stove. He had to be logged on in ten minutes, but he usually gothis coffee while he waited for the first calls or emails to come through. “Can I help you find anything?”
“No, no, I got this.” Tuesday waved him away as he pulled a pack of hamburger out of the fridge. “You do whatever you gotta do.”
