He’d never in his life had another naked body pressed against his own. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was…
Weird.
Weird but good.
But so damn weird, since they’d known each other for all of five seconds and his heart fluttered really hard when the blob called him baby.
“I always forget which aliens wear clothing and which ones don’t. Sorry I can’t poof those up for us, but this is kinda nice!” The blob rubbed himself against Ozzie with a grin. “Are you sure you wanna put clothes on?”
“I’m sure!” Ozzie laughed nervously, his fingers settling awkwardly against the blob’s back. His cock twitched from the friction of skin against skin, but he tried to ignore it. “Super sure. Uh. I don’t even know your name!”
“Oh, it’s—” The blob promptly made a sound that sounded like a cat retching up a bag of rusty nails.
Ozzie stared. “Do you need some water?”
“What? No. That’s my name!” The blob looked over Ozzie’s face critically. “Huh. Maybe your tongue isn’t long enough to pronounce it.”
Ozzie grimaced. “What a fucking Tuesday. Alien in my bath says my tongue is too short?—”
“Ooo! That’s cute!”
“What?” Ozzie blinked slowly. “Tuesday? That’s just… today.”
“Well, I need a name, don’t I?” The blob hugged Ozzie tight. “Come on, how else are you gonna scream it later.”
“Oh, God?—”
“It’s like a pet name! Which is just adorable. You already have a lil’ pet name for me! I feel like we have such a connection, even though we haven’t connected, you know what I mean?”
“This is real.” Ozzie didn’t know if he should laugh or throw up. “This is really happening. You just open your mouth and say these things?—”
“I can open my mouth and do lots of stuff.” The blob winked. “So, how about it, baby? What’s your name?”
“Oswald…?” Ozzie had no idea why it came out as a question.
“Tuesday!” The blob now known as Tuesday took a step back, offering one of his many hands out. “Nice to meet you!” He gestured expectantly.
“Uh, nice to meet you too.” Ozzie took his hand and shook it. “Most people just call me Ozzie.”
“Aw, see, now I have a pet name for you!” Tuesday gushed. “This is going great. So!” His lower set of hands rested on his hips while his upper ones stretched over his head. “What passes for clothes here, anyway? I like bright colors, anything shiny, and ooo, ruffles.”
Ozzie tried not to look, but he couldn’t resist peeking a bit at Tuesday’s body, certain that his face could start a whole forest fire right now. “I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything like that.” He gave himself a mental shake and forced his eyes away from the miles of pale pinkish skin. “I can get you something comfy, though.”
“Okay. I can live with comfy.” Tuesday grinned and then left the bathroom as if he’d lived here all his life.
Except he opened a door and tried to walk right into the linen closet.
“Oh, wow.” Tuesday whistled. “You don’t sleep in here, do you? I thought there’d be a bed.”
“No!” Ozzie burst out laughing. “I don’t sleep in the closet.” He snorted and adjusted his towel, leading the way to his bedroom. “Let’s get you some comfy clothes, all right?”
“Oh!” Tuesday gasped as he looked around the new room. He walked right in and hopped into Ozzie’s bed. “This is more like it.”
Ozzie inhaled sharply, shocked at the sight of the beautiful, naked creature in his bed. His heart rate skyrocketed, and he turned away to hurry to his dresser. He grabbed the first shirt he touched and yanked it on over his thick body.
Tuesday stretched and writhed across the sheets with a happy sigh.
“Make yourself at home,” Ozzie grumbled, turning his focus back on the dresser. He pulled out a second shirt to toss in Tuesday’s general direction.
