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.”
