Ebenezer woke up feeling a bit groggier than he usually did. His body ached, but in a sweet way, the best way. The kind of way that reminded him he’d been well-fucked the night before.
Well-fucked didn’t even begin to describe it. Didn’t come close! What Gorg did to him, what Gorg made him feel…there were no words.
He smiled as he rolled over, fully expecting to see Gorg asleep next to him, but the side of the bed was empty. He got up, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and went in search of Gorg.
Gorg was in the kitchen, his head stuck in the refrigerator.
Literally stuck. He’d somehow managed to wedge his head between two shelves and couldn’t pull it out again.
“Gorg! What did you do, dude?” Ebenezer tried not to laugh but failed.
“I was searching for something that looked even vaguely familiar that I could use to make you breakfast,” Gorg said. “I thought I saw something but when I pushed my head in to see, it got stuck.”
“Why didn’t you just reach in with your hand to grab it?”
“I thought it was a faffenugaer. They bite. I didn’t want to grab it with my bare hand and I don’t know where you keep your faffenugaer tongs.”
Ebenezer shook his head. He reached in and started unloading the top shelf of the fridge so he could remove it and free Gorg. “I don’t know what a faffenugaer is, nor do I have tongs made specifically for it. For future reference, none of the food in my fridge bites.”
“Good to know.”
He wiggled the shelf free, and Gorg pulled his head out, rubbing his ears.
“I thought your refrigerator was trying to eat me.” Gorg shot the fridge a dirty look.
“It wasn’t. It’s a machine.”
“I was making a funny.”
“You mean a joke? You were joking.”
Gorg nodded, and Ebenezer laughed. “Okay, you got me. Instead of cooking, how about we go out for breakfast? I have the strongest hankering for blueberry pancakes.”
Gorg gave him an odd look. “Yes, pancakes. They are good?”
“You’ll love ‘em. Let’s get dressed. You’ll have to wear the overcoat again, though.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Hey,” Ebenezer said. He put his hand on Gorg’s arm and leaned in for a gentle kiss. “Thanks for last night. It was fucking amazing.”
Gorg smiled then, his dimples deepening. “I am glad you enjoyed it. I worried that you wouldn’t because we are different species.”
“It was fantastic, and if you’re a good boy and eat all your pancakes, maybe we’ll do it again later.”
Gorg sighed. “We can, but there will be no knotting. That only happens the first time.”
“Oh. You mean that weirdly wonderful feeling when you were inside me? How come?”
“It’s the way our species is built.”
Ebenezer nodded. That was kind of sucky, because he’d really enjoyed being so connected to another living being, but hey…que sera, sera. He’d still take sex with Gorg and those tentacles any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
***
Breakfast was at the local IHOP, blueberry pancakes topped with lots of powdered sugar, fresh blueberries, and blueberry syrup. It was weird — usually, Ebenezer didn’t have much of a sweet tooth, and carbs were almost always off the menu, but this morning he couldn’t get enough of the stuff. He was tempted to drink the blueberry syrup straight out of the little pitcher.
After breakfast, they were on their way to the car when someone called out his name.
