Chapter 35: Drug dealers can be a problem.When he was finished with work, Sloan stepped out into the night air. Scanning the parking lot, his heart dropped to his stomach. Reese leaned against his mini-van, waiting. No sexy-as-fuck Octnavin.True, Sloan didn't know if meeting the stranger was a good idea, but that changed nothing when it came to his ex-lover. He still wasn't going with Reese. "I said no." Sloan started walking toward the side of the bar. His bike was parked in the back alley. He would just go home and look up the Learning Institute and see if Elijah knew if JP was a vampire. Maybe Elijah would tell Sloan that the fat man and the young man thing was all a misunderstanding. "Don't be like that." Reese grabbed Sloan's arm. "Are you going to make me hit you?" Sloan glared at Reese's hand. The other man let go. "We've been over for a long time, and you know it.""You're God-damn exhausting." Reese ran his fingers back and forth through his hair. "Call me when you get yo
Chapter 36: Excellent. Holding his breath in the alleyway, Sloan stared at the sparkling rock that Octnavin had sitting in the very center of his palm. Suddenly, the gem burst with the most beautiful rainbow of light he'd ever seen. The fireworks display was mesmerizing and hypnotic. He couldn't look away even if he wanted to. After the magical light show, the stone flashed brighter than the sun glinting off a mirror. And then his vision went awash with white. Sloan was blind. "Fuck." Hugo snapped. "I can't see shit."A gun was fired, and it sounded like there was a punch thrown. Sloan thought that crunch was maybe bones breaking."Hey, Boss?" That must be one of the thugs who couldn't see either. Clearly, Sloan wasn't the only one who had currently lost his sight. "I'm blind, Sloan." Elijah sounded panicked. "What the…?" Before Sloan could get out a word out to comfort his frantic friend, he caught the thump of someone hitting the concrete. Maybe Octnavin? He hoped to hell that i
Chapter 37: One kiss couldn't hurt."I am sooooo fucked up," Sloan slurred as he tried to make out the shapes in the interior of the limo.For a minute there, he wasn't sure if he'd passed out or just fell asleep. He smiled. Everything felt so soft and happy. Could things feel happy? He ran his hand over the leather seat. Yes. Happy. Things were great. Life was super."This word fuck is very confusing." Octnavin sat on the back seat with his eyes raking Sloan. Man, that dude was sexy-as-hell and his eyes were so hot. "The meanings do not fit." His pink lips were turned into a cute pout. "You use the word like punctuation.""Fuck is a great word. It goes with everything." Sloan shook off his leather jacket and ran his hand over his t-shirt. He traced the band name 'Forever Tuesday' that was the main design across his chest. "You know I waited in line for hours to get this shirt and meet this band. Their drummer is awesome. I never saw them, though, but I got the shirt. Last one." Seeing
Chapter 38: Fooling around with an alien.Sloan angled his head, and his lips met Octnavin's. He sipped at the closed plump lower lip before he traced the closed seam with his tongue. Before he could deepen the light kiss, all the tentacles wrapped around him. Suddenly, Sloan was pinned to the floor of the limo. Octnavin's huge frame blanketed him and held him tightly in his embrace.As he gasped in surprise, Octnavin's tongue slid past his teeth. Who the hell had a tongue that big? The flesh filled his whole mouth. The pole took up every available space.Sucking, Sloan closed his eyes and covered his teeth with his lips. This was like sucking a large wet cock with no mushroom head. He traced the alien's mouth shaft learning its shape and feel. Sloan sank into the wildness as Octnavin plundered his mouth. When Octnavin retreated slightly, Sloan stuck the tip of his tongue in the hole at the tip. The alien made a sound like a little scream and the shudders that racked his body was so ho
Chapter 39: That's a dick move.Ocean waves crashed. The sound rocked Sloan back to sleep. When he woke a second time, the waves hitting the shore had his eyes popping open and his head clearing. Where the hell was he that he could hear the ocean? He lived in a landlocked state.Lifting to his elbows, Sloan glanced around the room. To his right was a wall of windows and an open doorway facing a sparkling beach. The ocean glittered clear blue as the sun lit the waters. His eyes swung in the opposite direction. Was he in a bungalow? The bed was all white sheets and blankets with piles of pillows. There was the essential furniture for a high-end hotel in the Bahamas. Wall art was plants and flowers. A spread of fruits and salads and drinks was on a coffee table near the TV. Sloan swung his legs out of bed and stared down at his jeans and band t-shirt. He felt marginally better that he was still dressed. He frowned. Except his pants were unbuttoned. Walking around the room, he stopped at
Chapter 40: Not going home yet.There was silence after Sloan's announcement that he was leaving. Maybe he had won? Maybe the alien was gone now.Sloan set his ear on the wood and listened. After about three seconds, there was a swish. When he looked down, pink silk slipped under the opening of the door. Shocked, Sloan stumbled backward to the sink. The fabric moved on its own. A piece of pink sateen slid up the door and around the towel he'd tied. Another piece slid along the floor toward Sloan's feet. "What the fuck?" Sloan climbed up onto the counter. The door to the bathroom opened with a bang. The silk had somehow cut through the terry cloth by itself. Sloan wished he were high to explain this messed-up visual. "This is not silk." Octnavin leaned in the doorway. "This is Nebos. They are with us from birth." Octnavin crossed his two middle tentacles over his chest. "They are like family."The silk, or Nebos as Octnavin called it, advanced up the counter and wrapped around Sloan's
Chapter 41: Never give in and never give up.Sloan wasn't sure how long he was strapped to the bed by the Nebos. He stared out the window. The ocean lapped at the sand as his dick started to deflate. His body ached with the need to orgasm. After a while, the urge to pee came over him. Pissing in this bed didn't appeal to him.Irritated, he hunted for his connection to Octnavin. The whole time he looked for where their minds shared space, he kicked himself for getting into this situation. If he was honest with himself, he knew something was making his gut turn about the man in the bar, but he went along with this anyway. If he ever got out of this room, he would never again blindly go home with a stranger.Hell, right now, Sloan would go back to Reese over Octnavin. Reese might've been an asshole, but Octnavin was a real dick. After a few minutes, Sloan found the connection to Octnavin. The alien hid nothing. His brain was like a vast ocean of information. There was so much data that S
Chapter 42: Let's finish this. In the shower, Sloan rubbed his cock until the skin looked raw. Nothing happened. His orgasm rose and then fizzled. Swearing, he got out of the water and glared down at his package. Could balls turn blue for real? He'd tried everything to reach a climax. He'd slipped fingers up his ass. He'd jerked his dick for hours. He'd picked every porn he could think of to play in his head.Nothing.Octnavin only sighed in his head. The alien echoed his frustration, and Sloan understood Octnavin's aggravation. At this point, neither one of them was laughing.Pissed off, Sloan marched out of the bathroom and yanked on his torn-in-half favorite band shirt. After he was clothed, he walked to the table and slapped his palm on the surface. He ate the fruit and salad that appeared. Because of how long he'd been here, Sloan wasn't even amused with the alien eating table anymore. After he finished his meal, he walked outside and tossed himself onto the wide beach chair. Th