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A smile is already tugging on Jisung’s lips at the exact moment he wakes up. He blinks the sleep away while throwing the covers off his body, almost tripping over his slippers on his dash to the bathroom for his shower.

“Um, hello?” Felix calls from his spot on the couch with a fluffy blanket as Jisung pads through the lounge. “Why are you in such a rush? You don't usually surface before noon on weekends.”

“Oh, hey!” Jisung waves, turning to face his roommate with a grin.

On the coffee table, sits a mug of steaming tea paired with a gigantic box of chocolates . Jisung scans the room, spotting two enormous bouquets so far. He suspects more will arrive today, and it’s going to be hell on his allergies. But that's a future him problem.

“Morning, Lixie! How are you on this fine day?”

Felix grins, shuffling up to sit cross-legged. “I’m fine, thanks. Super excited for later. And you?”

Jisung nods. “Yeah, I’m great. Do you mind if I grab the bathroom first? I need to give myself plenty of time to get ready today.”

Felix’s eyes narrow, brows lifting as he tilts his head at Jisung. “Um, I wondered why you’re up so early on a weekend. Where are you going?”

Today is Saturday.

But not just any old regular Saturday. Today is February fourteenth, and Jisung has been waiting a whole month for it to roll around. Marking it off on his calendar with his best red Sharpie and everything.

Because today is Galactic Con day, the most entertaining day of the year if you're a sci-fi geek and Jisung has been giddy with anticipation ever since Minho slid two tickets across the table with a smirk on his lips during games night.

Jisung had been sulking all evening over missing the ticket sales for the con a few days prior since a work project had kept him particularly busy and he'd forgotten at the time.

Jisung throws his arms up in the air with a very over-dramatic sigh. “Galactic Con with Minho. You know this! I’ve done nothing but talk about this for weeks…" He shakes his head and pouts. "Wait—why are you excited? Please tell me you’re not coming with us?”

It’s not that Jisung doesn’t enjoy hanging out with Felix—or any of his wider friend group. But none of them would appreciate Galactic Con like himself or Minho. And honestly, he’s kinda looking forward to it being just the two of them. Between busy work schedules, they haven't hung out just them in forever.

Felix scrunches his nose, scoffing lightly. “Oh, Sungie—relax. I’m not coming to third-wheel your little Galaxy Fest date with your crush—”

“Con.”

“Sorry?”

“Galactic Con. Not Galaxy Fest. There’s a tremendous difference between the two events. Just saying.” Jisung rolls his eyes. “And it’s not a date either. I don't have a crush on Minho—I keep reminding you of this. He got us tickets to go as friends. Because we’re, you know… Best friends and proud losers, for your information.”

“Right. Okay, sure you are. I think you should both add clueless to your list. Just saying.” Felix says while giving Jisung one of his knowing looks.

“So, why are you excited if you’re not coming to Galactic Con with us?”

Felix’s fingers hover over the tray of chocolates next to him on the couch before picking one up and popping it into his mouth.

“I’m excited because Channie got us a reservation at that fancy new restaurant in town tonight. Divine!”

“Boring.” Jisung huffs a breath. “It’ll be packed, and I bet they’ll raise the prices just because it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s such a farce, and you’re literally—” He wags his finger at Felix. Then to the chocolates and the extravagant flowers before pointing back at his friend. “Buying into all that crap!”

“Wrong. I’m not buying into anything—Chan is. Hah!” Felix counters with a raised brow. “And if he wants to spoil me, who am I to deny him?” He shoves another chocolate into his mouth before lifting the tray up, offering it to Jisung. “Want one? Your favourite strawberry swirls are in there…”

Jisung grins, reaching out to take one on instinct, but stops himself, shaking his head. “No, thanks.” He pats his stomach, then stretches, rolling his neck. “I’ve got a super snug costume to fit into. And speaking of—I need to get ready. I’m grabbing the first shower, okay?”

Felix nods, snuggling back down onto the couch with his blanket. “Go for it—just don’t use up all the hot water, please. I have an everything shower planned, lucky Chan!”

Jisung rolls his eyes, heads into the bathroom, and turns the shower on. Steam drifts toward the ceiling as the water warms up, and he carefully squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto his brush.

He smiles at himself in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. The best part about today is it's just Minho and Jisung. Best friends, soulmates and complete and utter losers enjoying the whole day together without judgement.

Their friends make it a mission to rip the piss out of them both—often instigated by Seungmin, followed by the rest chiming in over their shared love of conspiracy theories and belief in alien existence. It's all light-hearted jokes, and neither of them really care that much about what the others think.

But he poses this question to his reflection, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. “Who are the real losers, huh?”

Surely it’s the ones coupling up to avoid feeling left out and lonely because of a stupid day, spending ridiculous amounts on flowers and chocolates and all the other romantic crap, like feeding each other fancy food in overbooked restaurants.

But Jisung doesn't need any of that. Every day spent with his bestie is amazing, but today he gets the whole day and evening, cosplaying and geeking with the coolest people on the planet and maybe, if they're lucky—the coolest people from another planet too.

🛸

“Thanks for the lift!” Jisung says, swinging his legs towards the car door to shuffle off the seat while Felix gently shoves him from the other side to help him out.

Once out of the vehicle and standing on the curb, Jisung shuts the door, leaning down to smile at Felix, who’s in the driver’s seat.

“And for helping me get ready. I couldn’t have done half as good a job if it weren’t for you—this makeup is professional-level awesome.”

Felix grins, eyes dragging up and down Jisung with a fond smile and a gentle shake of his head.

“I mean, that's kind of my job! But you’re very welcome. You look fucking crazy… But I gotta tell you, Sungie. It’s kind of working.”

Jisung glances down at himself, quietly pleased before his eyes flick up to Felix. “Thanks. You think Min will like it?”

Felix’s mouth curves at the corner as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel. “I can’t say for sure I know what Minho’s preferences are, nor do I want to. He’s such a little freak and you look super weird. But also cute? I think he’ll like it. He'd be crazy not to—look at that snatched 'lil waist you're rocking today…”

Jisung shrugs. Good enough for him. He taps the roof of the car and nods at Felix.

“Well, enjoy your date. Oh, and I’m staying over at Minho’s tonight, so you have the place to yourself. But please don't let Chan turn our place into a florist! I have allergies!”

Felix laughs and pulls off, yelling from the window to have fun as Jisung shuffles up the steps to Minho’s apartment building, ignoring the very odd and somewhat disapproving looks he’s receiving from the two old ladies waiting at the bus stop.

Jeez, have they never seen a hot nerd cosplay before?

Once safely up the steps, Jisung gives a firm knock on Minho’s front door and lets himself in as he usually does.

Minho’s roommate, Jeongin, is shifting suspiciously fast to one side of the couch, and Hyunjin, his ‘not boyfriend,’ is also moving at rapid speed to the opposite side. As if Jisung had just interrupted them by bursting in through the door unannounced.

When Jisung surveys the scene, Jeongin’s lips appear swollen and Hyunjin’s hair mussed, suggesting fingers might have threaded through it moments before.

Jisung holds his hand up giving a wave to his friends, making no comment on their appearance because it’s none of his business if they were kissing on the couch just now or if they are indeed boyfriends or not.

“Oh, my God!” Hyunjin squeals, giving Jisung a full judgmental once-over. “What in the ever-living fuck are you supposed to be?”

Jisung’s eyes narrow as he glares at Hyunjin. He slides his hand onto his hip. “Are you serious right now?”

Hyunjin just blinks at him in response with a vacant expression.

“You really don’t know who I am?” Jisung’s costume swishes as his hips wiggle. “Hyunjin. Come the fuck on!”

Jisung turns to Jeongin next, looking expectantly. "Now, young one… I know you know who I am. Tell him."

But Jeongin only shrugs with a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“Oh, come on! I know you know who I’m supposed to be. Minho literally forced you to watch this movie with us before! He pinned you to the couch with his legs. I remember it because his foot was resting on my knee and his sock had a hole in it.”

Hyunjin shakes his head. “Oh, my God. You are so weird. Why would you remember shit like that?”

Jisung pouts. "Because they were the rainbow robot socks, I got him for Christmas, and it made me sad they had a hole."

Jeongin drags his fingers through his hair. "You guys make me watch a lot of weird shit. Was I high at the time?”

Jisung presses a finger against his lip, taps it while thinking, then hums. “You’re high for like ninety percent of the time, my dude. I’m gonna say, yeah—probably.”

Hyunjin giggles at that, and when Jisung’s eyes snap back to him, he slouches back on the couch and shrugs. “So, who are you supposed to be, Sung?”

“Well, obviously, I’m—”

Right then, Minho’s bedroom door swings open and he steps through it in his cosplay outfit.

Jisung swallows hard as his eyes land on the silver boots first. The little heels are clacking against the hardwood floor, drawing attention to him as he slinks further into the lounge. They’re shiny, metallic and zipped up to below the knees.

His eyes trail higher, following the clean line of the sheer black stockings encased around Minho’s deliciously thick thighs.

Holy shit. Be chill. This is not the first time Jisung has seen Minho’s thighs—this is not a big deal. They’re just thighs, for Christ's sake. Jisung has them too.

Sweeping his gaze further up Minho's frame to a little golden metallic chain mail chest piece covering his plump pecs; it shimmers when the light catches on it. Underneath is a sheer black mesh tank top covering his torso and a golden belt to match the chest piece.

It leaves very little to the imagination.

And Jisung’s imagination is kind of running away with him.

The thing is, Minho is super hot, and Jisung would be a fool not to notice that.

Everyone thinks Minho is gorgeous, and he’s never short of admirers—despite his nerdy interests and weird personality. And Felix is right, Jisung has a crush on Minho, always has since day one. He'll never admit that, though. Their weird little friendship means the world to him, so why ruin something good?

But Jisung has to admit this time, his pulse has never spiked quite like this before when looking at his best friend.

This is highly unfair.

Minho didn’t give Jisung time to mentally prepare for this. He failed to mention he was cosplaying Jane Fonda’s iconic Barbarella space-age outfit for Galactic Con today.

And now Jisung is freaking the fuck out. Clammy palms, hot cheeks and a too tight costume. He’s suddenly very aware of the ultra-thin layer of spandex currently stretched over his nether regions.

Minho has always had a certain softness about him, hidden underneath his sharp appearance, which people first notice about him. But since when did Minho look so delicate and sexy?

Also—and the more pressing matter—literally… Did Jisung’s dick just twitch?

Minho comes to a halt in front of him. Then, nonchalantly, blows a huge pink bubble of gum between his lips. It pops loudly while his eyes roam lazily over Jisung’s costume.

Be cool, Jisung. It’s just Minho.

Naturally, Jisung’s idea of being cool is to immediately puff his chest out, widen his legs and plant both hands firmly on his hips in the universally recognised superhero stance.

He grins at Minho like a complete fool before opening his dumb fucking mouth.

“Hail, earthling. You will submit to my superior intellect and physical dominance or face the consequences!”

Without hesitation, Minho’s lips curve into a smirk; the little dimple at the corner of his mouth twitches. He spins his ray gun prop around on his finger like a gun-slinging pro, also changing stance. Then, points it at Jisung’s chest with a raised brow.

“Your superior intellect and physical dominance are no match for my cosmic awareness, Tentasmic. Barbarella will never submit to you!”

Half-turned on by the impromptu role play and with no prop to hand, Jisung uses just that. Quickly making a two-finger barrel, he tucks his ring and pinkie fingers into his palm, forming a fist. Then, with his thumb raised, he proudly points his finger pistol right at Minho's forehead.

Minho's eyes flick up to Jisung's fingers hovering an inch from his forehead, blows another bubble, and smirks.

"And what are you going to do with that exactly?" He coos, leaning into Jisung's fingers in challenge. "Finger blast me to infinity?"

Jisung clicks his tongue as if cocking his finger pistol. A wide grin spreads over his mouth. "To infinity and beyond, baby."

“Oh! Tentasmic! I remember that movie now.” Jeongin cackles, turning to Hyunjin to explain. “Sungie is cosplaying this alien dude who basically goes on this mission across the galaxy using his sex toy tentacles to achieve a higher state of consciousness or whatever. It's a spicy sci-fi." He turns back to Jisung, giving a thumbs up. "Cool costume, bro.”

“I can’t with these two!” Hyunjin says, flopping back on the couch while glancing between Minho and Jisung before looking at Jeongin with an exasperated expression. “What is even going on right now?”

“They’re role-playing. They do that sometimes. I think we’ve lost them.” Jeongin says, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and unpausing the show on the television like this is the norm.

The barrel of Minho’s ray gun presses against Jisung’s sternum. “You look fucking awesome, Sung!”

Minho grins, eyes wandering slowly over Jisung’s frame. Thankfully, the pearlescent face paint, glitter, and gemstones Felix applied to his skin earlier are likely concealing the flush as heat blooms across his cheeks.

“It must have taken forever to put together. You really look… Wow, yeah, amazing.”

Jisung chuckles. It comes out breathy, catching in his throat. “Oh, this old thing?”

He glances down at his figure-hugging periwinkle purple unitard complete with stitched-on fabric tentacles in a pretty shade of lilac—and the pièce de résistance—neon pink suckers which glow in the dark. Two of the tentacles run from his hips to little elastic bands around his wrists, which move in sync with his arms.

“Had it for ages. I just rolled out of bed, threw it on and came over.”

That’s a lie.

And for a split second, he’s not sure why he just lied to Minho. He’s been working on it tirelessly for weeks. He even learned how to sew from watching YouTube videos on his phone at three in the morning when he couldn’t sleep.

But Minho’s eyes are on him, and the gentle praise is making Jisung’s stomach flip in a funny way.

“And you look amazing too. I can’t believe you never told me you were going as the Barbarella!”

“Thanks, Jisungie. You really like it?”

“Nope.” Jisung shakes his head. “I really love it!”

The corners of his eyes crinkle, and his lips curl upward as Minho smiles slowly and infectiously, making Jisung want to mirror it. He steps back and does a lazy spin, and Jisung swears the tips of his ears are turning pink.

“Oh! I just gotta put the classic Fonda blow-out wig on to finish the look, and we can leave whenever you’re ready.” Minho clicks his fingers at Hyunjin, nodding to his bedroom. “Come on, time to help me with my wig—like you were supposed to. Instead of not doing whatever it was with Jeongin on the couch all morning.”

“I fucking knew it!” Jisung blurts out, pointing his finger between Hyunjin and Jeongin.

🛸

The convention is incredible, as expected. Admittedly, they could do the most mundane activity, and Jisung would still find it fun provided he was spending time with Minho. They just vibe that way.

They attend a Q&A panel first for their current favourite sci-fi show they’re watching together and get signed autographs with two of the actors. Minho wanted to check out the merchandise stalls for a special edition comic he’s been hunting for—it wasn’t there, so instead, he treats them to a set of Galactic Con matching T-shirts and a cute little shooting star keychain for Jisung.

After that Minho insists they grab a bite to eat but Jisung protests because he doesn't want to walk around the convention for the rest of the day looking bloated with a food baby in his figure-hugging costume. That's when Minho teases him lightly, patting his tummy and saying he'd still be the cutest cosplayer in the whole convention—bloated or not.

As if that comment wasn't already making him blush hard enough already, Jisung's mind almost implodes on the spot when Minho makes a casual joke about mpreg next.

“Imagine it.”

Minho leans in close to Jisung’s face while feeding him a deep-fried dumpling. He smells of fresh orange blossom and his breath is warm against Jisung's skin.

“We could pretend Tentasmic made Barbarella cum so hard in his quest she was the one who reached the higher state of consciousness he’s been trying to achieve—making her break biological boundaries or some shit and in return she puts a baby in him as a thank you.”

Jisung almost chokes on his dumpling. He slaps his palm over his mouth to stop it from flying out. Minho leans back chuckling, grabs a napkin and puts it on Jisung’s thigh.

“Fucking hell! I think Barbarella should at least buy a guy dinner first before impregnating him after he just gave her the best damn orgasm in the galaxy, don’t you think?”

That's when all the surrounding noise from the convention fades away and they both glance at one another before looking down at the food Minho—in his Barbarella costume—has literally just bought for them.

Jisung gulps loudly, swallowing the half-chewed dumpling. Minho just wiggles his eyebrows mischievously and follows up with a wink, like it's nothing.

After a late lunch, they wander around some more, posing for photographs with other cosplayers and checking out some of the tabletop sci-fi game tournaments taking place. Jisung tries to sign them up for the amateur best-dressed cosplay contest until Minho protests with a shy pout.

It melts Jisung's heart when Minho gets like this. Because it's so strange. Minho is so effortlessly beautiful and basically the hottest person Jisung knows. He's a professional dancer, for Christ's sake, with an unbelievable stage presence. Yet, everyday Minho is still just a super shy guy.

And Jisung adores that part of him, so he doesn't force it.

Later, when they take a breather on a bench in a quiet spot, Minho slurps his milkshake while scrolling on his phone.

“Okay. So, our tickets include entry to a party they’re putting on. We can hang around and go to that or…” He glances up at Jisung with a smirk curling on the corner of his mouth. “We could bounce and do the other thing I planned. Which is a super top secret surprise.”

Jisung isn’t fond of parties with a bunch of strangers he doesn’t know. But he is a big fan of surprises from his best friend.

Jisung grins. “Take me to your super top secret surprise, earthling!”

🛸

“How did you even do this?” Jisung murmurs, turning around slowly on the rooftop of Minho’s apartment building.

It’s so pretty.

A small cream tepee sits in the centre of the otherwise bland, regular concrete rooftop, with string lights curled around the poles and looping over the fabric that twinkle in a warm white glow. Fluffy blankets and plump cushions lay spread out inside. There’s a cooler box beside it along with a projector, a small generator and Minho’s laptop. Hanging on the wall opposite where the stairs lead up from inside is a large white sheet.

Minho clears his throat, then smiles. “So I had this idea that we could have a whole movie marathon after the con today. All our favourites. And what I really wanted was for us to watch them in an outdoor cinema—under the stars, you know?”

Jisung nods slowly.

“But I guess because it’s Valentine’s Day, and our choice of shitty old sci-fi movies is not ‌ popular for today… You know, ‘cause people want rom-coms for making out or whatever. I had to be innovative. Anyway, turns out Jeongin knows that guy who runs the outdoor cinema, and he pulled some strings—loaned me some equipment, and here we are. A private sci-fi screening for two.”

Jisung reaches out to squeeze Minho’s shoulder. His skin is soft and warm. “You did all of this… Just so we could watch our favourite shitty sci-fi movies under the stars?”

Minho nods. "Yeah, and all I had to do in return was suck him off. Bargain, right?"

A strange feeling hits Jisung right in the middle of his chest, like a fiery ache as he stares at Minho. "Please tell me you're kidding?"

Minho's face crinkles into a smile, then he lets go of a soft laugh. "Of course I'm kidding. I offered to help him choreograph his groomsmen flash mob dance for his wedding next month."

"Okay." Jisung breathes out, as his shoulders loosen. "That sounds like a more reasonable deal."

Minho grins. "I don't know, a sloppy blowjob would probably be far less hassle for me than having to teach a bunch of straight guys how to dance, you know?"

"Wow, yeah…" Jisung snickers. "Good luck with that." When Minho says nothing more, Jisung kicks at the loose gravel between the paving slabs. "I appreciate the effort though."

Minho scratches the back of his head. “Yeah, I mean, look, I know it’s kind of cheesy. But all our friends are off doing things as couples, and I didn’t want you to feel left out when they brag about it." He sucks a sharp breath. "I know you said you don’t care about Valentine’s Day. But I guess I still wanted you to have something nice to talk about when we next get together. So I improvised. I guess it's lame.”

Jisung's eyes flick up. "Are you kidding me? Dude, no way. This is so awesome! Like, I’ve already had the best day, and now this…" He grins back at Minho. "How could it possibly get any better?”

“Well…” Minho smirks before jogging over to the cooler box where he pulls a little plastic bag out and shakes it. “I don't wanna be that guy that brags, but… I found Jeongin’s edibles stash too!”

“Fuckin’ A!” Jisung jogs over to high-five Minho before clambering into the teepee and wriggling against the cushions, smoothing his stitched-on tentacles out around him.

Minho tilts his head, laughs softly as he crouches down. “Don’t you wanna take a shower first… Get out of your costume so we can relax and get high?”

“Uh, no? Min, we’re about to watch sci-fi movies on a rooftop under the stars. If we have any chance of ever getting abducted, it’ll be tonight—like this. I want to look my best when they beam me up, okay?”

Minho grins, then lowers onto his knees and climbs into the teepee beside Jisung, who makes grabby hands for the bag of gummies and pops three into his mouth at the same time.

Minho huffs a breath, making a heh kind of sound as he blinks rapidly at Jisung. “Um, Sungie?”

“Hm?” Jisung turns to Minho, still sucking and munching on the fruity, chewable sweets.

Minho pokes his index finger against Jisung’s stuffed cheek. “I think we only needed one, dumbass…”

“Oh…” Jisung shrugs, holding the bag out for Minho. “Well, you can’t let me go on my intergalactic space adventure alone, right?”

Minho’s lips curve at the corner of his mouth into that signature smirk. Jisung blinks slowly as Minho picks out three gummies to match him. Green. Orange. Red. Smiles at Jisung, so bright and warm it lights up his entire face under the soft glow from the lights.

“Bottoms up, I guess?”

Jisung chuckles and settles back against the cushions while Minho reaches across and selects the first movie for their marathon on his laptop. He leans back against the cushions too once it begins—sitting close but not touching, although Jisung can still feel the warmth from his body beneath the fluffy blanket he’s pulled over their legs.

Fifteen minutes pass and nothing is happening—apart from the funky synth music in the opening credits and the slightly psychedelic and over-saturated film boring into his eyes from the movie playing. Although Jisung’s left big toe is twitching for some weird reason.

He ignores it for now and tries to go back to focusing on the plot and not obsess over why he felt insanely jealous that Minho might have given someone a blow job recently.

Thirty minutes pass, and Jisung’s skin feels warm to the touch as he presses the back of his hand against his cheek. He’s also acutely aware of Minho’s breathing; slow and deep as the curve of his chest rises and falls next to him. And underneath the blanket, where their legs are relaxed, Minho’s knee presses lightly against Jisung’s thigh.

It’s very comforting, but sort of causing his stomach to flutter a little because Minho smells so nice and his touch is grounding. And Jisung can't stop thinking about Minho's lips, and what they look like wrapped around a cock.

Jisung exhales through his nose, enjoying the feeling of Minho's fluffy hair is brushing against his shoulder—the wig came off because Minho complained it was too scratchy, but Jisung likes how his natural hair is tickling his skin whenever Minho nuzzles a little closer, with his body curling into Jisung's so easily—like it fits.

And Jisung is questioning if it has always been this way when they watch stuff together or is he just looking at things differently now?

Around an hour into the movie and post-gummy chewing, Jisung is giggling at nothing and everything. It all just feels fuzzy, colourful and amusing. Minho is too, all breathy and cute. And he’s clingy as he snuggles himself into Jisung’s side even more now, feeding him chocolate raisins. The vivid colours in the movie are shimmering, giving everything a soft, blurred edge, and Jisung swears he can feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge each time Minho’s fingers brush against his lips when he feeds him.

They must be tripping, right? It’s kind of nice. Like a floating, weightless feeling despite Minho half laying on him right now. His body should feel solid as his leg curls high over Jisung’s thigh and his head rests on his shoulder.

Jisung’s eyes grow heavier with each blink, every movement slowing down. Maybe he closed his eyes for a moment; he’s not sure because his mind feels so hazy. Maybe this is a really pleasant dream or his imagination.

But the next thing he's aware of is a very ‌sudden shaft of dazzling light encasing them, so bright he senses it behind his closed eyelids. The sound from the movie is still there, but it's kind of distorted and distant behind something like radio static.

And there's a voice. Soothing and steady. It's not Minho. It's quiet and carries a slight echo. "Please remain calm, earthling."

Holy fuck! It's happening.

They're being abducted. And Jisung honestly had the audacity to think this day couldn't get any better?

His eyes dart open; the first thing he searches for is Minho. Thankfully, his fear subsides because Minho is right there—still clinging to him as they lift slowly off the rooftop, in a sort of slow-motion zero-gravity movement. The tepee, cushions and blanket all float around them as they're drawn upwards inside the beam.

"Are we? Is this—" Minho's arms slide around Jisung's body as glances around them.

"Yeah! Alien abduction, baby! Did you hear the voice?"

"Oh, my God—yeah! I thought it was only in my head. Oh, fuck! It's really happening, Sung!"

It's difficult to see much else other than Minho and the nearby objects because of the blinding light pouring from every direction at once. Jisung's heart pounds as he anticipates what's next, a feeling amplified by the excitement of the abduction and Minho's firm hold around him.

Once the brightness fades, and the levitation ends, the universe feels like it's shifted. On wobbly legs—still clinging to Minho, he glances around at the surroundings.

Jisung is no longer curled up on the rooftop watching a cheesy movie; they've been transported into a setting that looks like a bargain-bin set from a sixties sci-fi flick.

The walls encasing them are a garish mix of metallic panels swirling in kaleidoscopic colours of avocado green and salmon pink. Illuminated by flickering oversized bulbs that hum softly.

In the centre of the room, dominating everything else—like a forgotten relic to the disco era, is a massive circular bed.

Jisung's brows lift while gawking at the centrepiece. It's exactly the kind of prop you'd expect to see in a cringe space romance movie. Upholstered in dazzling pink vinyl, with a tufted headboard that curves around the spaceship's cockpit. A shiny metallic railing sits low, framing the base of the bed and above it hangs a giant, spinning disco ball casting flashes of light over the room.

Strange instruments surround the bed with flashing, clunky buttons and unreadable words on them. And from somewhere else, a faint synth melody plays, like a soundtrack from an old sci-fi TV show. It all screams retro-futuristic and Jisung is in heaven.

The same soothing voice appears inside the room with them.

"You are a long way from home, Tentasmic. I've been searching for you for a very long time. You will show all you have learned in that quest of yours with this earthling specimen for my observation and evaluation."

"Huh?" Jisung blurts out, eyes darting around every corner of the cockpit, but the only other life form he sees is Minho.

When their eyes meet, Minho's brows lift and his mouth falls open wide before he blinks a total of seven times in rapid succession, then leaps back a step.

"Sungie, holy fuck! What the—"

It's at that moment Jisung feels it. Then sees it from the corner of his eye, which makes him almost jump out of his own skin—except, this isn't his own skin anymore.

When he looks down at himself, his periwinkle purple spandex unitard, complete with stitched accessories and body paint, has completely disappeared. He's naked. And his skin is purple. Fucking purple!

But the more concerning thing—more so than looking like a being butt-naked male version of Violet Beauregard on an alien spaceship in front of his best friend—is that he appears to have grown his very own unique set of tentacles.

Reaching out to touch one of them, Jisung lets out a shaky breath. It's slender and smooth between his fingers, moving gracefully on its own. And it curls and curves, showing the underside to reveal suckers already slick and glistening.

There's about eight tentacles that he can count—it's kind of difficult because they're all bending and moving simultaneously and his brain is in the process of rebooting after it short-circuited.

Even more shocking than the discovery of being naked, purple and sprouting tentacles out of his skin is something else.

Jisung blinks down at the alien appendage, heavy and swinging between his legs, which seems to have replaced his cock.

Weirdly, it looks like a human one—much like his own. Except way bigger. It's enormous. A shimmering purple, girth mass of rock-hard muscle pointing right in Minho's direction and already oozing thick pearls of pre-cum.

"You're an alien…" Minho breathes out, voice low and raspy as his eyes drag over Jisung and when they land on his magnificent purple cock, Minho bites his lip. "I love aliens. Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Jisung shakes his head. "No, I'm not! I swear I'm a human!"

Minho reaches out a trembling hand to touch one of the tentacles already gravitating toward him. This one is long and slim and at its tip has several much smaller finger-sized pink glowing tendrils. They each move fluidly as they glide over Minho's open palm. He giggles breathlessly when they brush against his skin.

And Jisung can feel the sensory perception—like it's his own hand touching Minho and it sends a flutter across his skin.

The soothing voice, which Jisung had forgotten all about, rudely reappears.

"Proceed. I will observe the earthling's pleasure receptors now."

Jisung searches the cockpit again for the voice, but he still can't see anything other than Minho. And that ridiculously massive bed. The synth music, low lighting, and disco ball spinning above is making him hot and dizzy.

Jisung squeezes his eyes shut, then clears his throat. "Who are you and what do you want?"

Unfortunately, his voice comes out a little higher pitched than the dominating tone he was going for. He's desperately trying to ignore the sensation of Minho's fingers lightly sliding along the tentacle as he steps closer, which is kind of difficult because the massive cock between his legs is throbbing for more of this touch.

"No more delaying, Tentasmic. I demand to observe intercourse between you and the human. Or we invade Earth and destroy this puny planet with immediate effect. I have a fleet waiting on standby. Stop wasting my time."

"Oh, my God!" Minho laughs, stepping even closer and taking another tentacle in his hand.

Jisung can't figure out if Minho is actually completely unfazed by all of this or simply not listening. He's too busy gazing at the tentacles, fingers exploring in fascination. His eyes flick back to Jisung, and he smiles.

"This is beyond cool. My best friend is a fucking alien."

Jisung watches as another slim tentacle appears from behind him. Winding graciously up Minho's arm, slow and deliberate before revealing a large circular sucker at its tip. The bowl-shaped outer cap is smooth and rubbery like the tentacle's surface until it unfolds to reveal a pale, translucent pink, fleshy pad, slightly raised around the edges. It's moist and sheen catching on the light.

It caresses Minho's neck, rippling right above his collarbone for a second. His head tilts back in consent before the cup-sized sucker anchors to his skin, flattening as it latches on, then pulses rhythmically, expanding and contracting as it sucks lightly.

Minho's lips part and his eyes fall closed as he gasps softly, squeezing his fingers around the other one—with the tickling tendril fingers which are now weaving through his hair and massaging his scalp.

"This is actual fuck or die and I'm not going to lie to you—I'm so turned on right now." Minho murmurs. "But I don't want to die before I rather cum a billion times and tell everyone we saved the world tonight, you know?"

"Min, are you fucking crazy? Did you even hear what they are saying? They want me to fuck you. With these tentacles." Jisung waves his arms around before pointing down at the purple impaler jutting out from his crotch. "And this thing! Are you seriously okay with that?"

"I heard them just fine." Minho shrugs nonchalantly. "And I'm totally on board… Like, for real." He laughs, looking around the ship's cockpit with a grin. "Holy fuck, this is so hot! Can you believe it? Your superior species has chosen me for sexual observation. And this is our chance to save the fucking world. This is literally awesome—Jisungie, it's everything we've dreamed of!"

Two more of his tentacles appear from fuck knows where at this point to curl around Minho's calves. They coil up his legs dexterously to wrap around his thighs, lifting him slowly off the ground so he hovers.

Minho continues to giggle and touch the tentacles while Jisung makes a startled sound. He's not even controlling them—they're just doing whatever the hell they like to his beloved soulmate.

But he can't help chewing at the inside of his cheek, watching Minho all soft and pliant in the tentacles' powerful hold. He has absolutely zero intention of fighting them off, as if he's loving every second.

"They're not my species, Min!" Jisung snaps. "You sound fucking delusional right now. You're fucking high! I'm not an alien… I'm your best friend and a human. They've modified me!"

The tentacles yank suddenly, spreading Minho's legs wider and he shudders. Arching his back as he gasps again in pleasure from the tentacles tickling and sucking over his skin.

"Ahh—oh, fuck." Minho's hand slides off the tickler, lowering to brazenly palm his cock, which Jisung can see the hard outline beneath the belt as his levitating body squirms again. "Mhm, but don't you want to help me save the world, Jisungie?"

"Yes. I always want to help you, Min—with anything. But this could ruin us? I don't want to fuck up our friendship over this."

"It won't!" Minho breathes out, eyelids fluttering. "Nothing could ruin our friendship, Sung! Nothing, I promise."

Another tentacle appears over Jisung's shoulder. It's slender and sleek, the smallest one yet. The glossy surface is shiny and wet when it catches under the disco ball's sparkle as it glides through the air toward Minho in a hypnotic movement.

They watch the tentacle wind its way slowly up Minho's torso until it stops shy of his little gold chain mail chest piece. The pointed tip gleams razor-sharp as it curls around the clasp holding the garment in place. It dips under the sheer black vest beneath and with one swift, delicate flick, it shreds the fabric right down the middle to reveal Minho's curved pecs and hardened nipples.

Then, inside the cockpit, a repetitive mechanical beeping begins ringing around them. At the same time, from one of the panels surrounding the bed, a flashing red light catches Jisung's eye. And on the display screen above it the words appear as an oddly uplifting robotic voice casually announces:

Jisung gulps. "What the fuck—"

PHOTON LASERS ACTIVATED:

TARGET EARTH. STARTING COUNTDOWN.

10…

They stare at each other.

9…

"Ahh—holy fuck! Sungie, please! This is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me!" Minho hurries his words out.

8…

"I just learned my best friend is an alien and your species is giving me the opportunity to save the world." He gazes at Jisung and somehow still offers a challenging smirk, despite the world's end fast approaching. "Or is Tentasmic just all talk with no game?"

7…

This is the most terrifying, and laughable thing that has ever happened to Jisung in his entire life.

But fuck it.

Today has already been amazing. 

What better way to top it is there other than to rail his best friend right into another galaxy, who he absolutely has a crush on—and should probably mention that before they potentially evaporate into nothing. Why wouldn’t Jisung want to fuck Minho ragged with his alien superiority and colossal cock all while saving the world at the same time?

6…

Jisung nods, clears his throat, and squares his shoulders. He can totally do this.

5…

"We agree to your terms."

The beeping, flashing, and countdown to Earth's almost demise cease. The disco ball still spins wildly above and the synth music grows louder.

Jisung locks eyes with Minho and walks across to the bed, carrying him in his extended tentacles before dropping him down in the centre while he pauses at the edge.

Minho lands with a soft bounce before the muscular tentacles curled around his thighs unravel and move to his ankles where they spread his legs apart wide, holding him in position.

He shifts a little, resting his weight on his elbows while looking up at Jisung with an all too smug expression on his pretty face considering he's about to get tentacle-fucked until he is literally seeing stars.

The sucker tentacle curls down from Minho's neck, leaving a huge red bloom and trail of sticky translucent slick dripping behind on his skin as it takes hold on one of his nipples instead. The tickler tentacle follows its buddy, clamping tightly around Minho's other nipple, twisting and rolling it between the tendrils. Minho's head falls back, body trembling, and his mouth opens, letting out the filthiest moan Jisung has ever heard.

The massive cock between Jisung's legs jerks and when he looks down—it's leaking a long sticky string of pre-cum from the tip. He's never seen anything quite like it before as he wraps his hand around it to stroke himself. His fingers stretch around the girth and barely meet—it's that thick.

"Holy fuck." Minho purrs from the bed. Jisung lifts his head to meet Minho's dark expression. "Get over here."

Jisung scoffs under his breath at Minho's order as he climbs onto the bed, crawling in between his legs. Without giving himself time to overthink ‌how fucking unreal this is or how fast his pulse is jumping in his throat, he leans in, taking Minho's jaw with a steady grip to pull him towards his mouth, joining their lips together.

The kiss is messy and desperate; both eager as their teeth clash and tongues slide moaning into each other's mouths, the kind of kiss where you don't quite know what you want or how to get it—you just need it—so you just chase the rush of it searching for more.

Minho reaches out to grab Jisung at the neck, fingers clawing at his skin and dragging through his hair while his back arches off the mattress. Jisung moans into Minho's mouth, biting down on his bottom lip when his fingernails rake harshly across Jisung's skin. But he holds him steady, thumb pressing into his jaw and forcing the breath from Minho's lungs while the tentacles suck and tease him like the delicious meal he is.

When Jisung finally pulls away in desperate need of a breather, he sits back on his knees, wiping the spit from his lips. Minho flops back against the mattress, chest heaving with ragged breaths while his fingers bunch into the sheet as he writhes in pleasure.

Jisung's eyes roam down his body until they land on his bulge pressing against his lower garments. "You need to be naked, right fucking now."

And just like that, the slicer tentacle appears once more, meandering up Minho's thigh all serpentine grace until it comes to a stop at the hemline of his criminally snug shorts hidden under his belt. Suddenly, it coils back on itself before darting forward and burrowing beneath the fabric. Minho lets go of another breathless fit of giggles as it slithers between skin and material until it reappears at the hemline around his waist. One effortless glide and the tentacle slices through the fabric with surgical precision as his shorts, belt and underwear fall away.

Minho hisses when his cock springs free, hitting his stomach with a slap, and Jisung licks his lips while looking at it. He's not surprised to discover Minho's dick is pretty just like him. Long, thick, with a slight curve and glistening with silky pre-cum.

The slicer tentacle retracts as if it were never there, and Jisung leans forward to slide his tongue over Minho's cock, collecting the cum on the flat of his tongue and swallowing it down. He strokes it lazily at the base while swirling his tongue around the head, looking up at Minho who moans again.

Fuck, he's so into this. And looks incredibly hot. All whiny and needy for more: breath, touch, release.

The tickler frees his nipple, curling up toward Minho's face instead. The finger tendrils caress his jaw delicately, then his flushed cheek before sliding past his parted lips and into his mouth, spreading his lips to get inside. And Minho eagerly sucks on them without protest as they push further to explore. Jisung grins then slides Minho's cock into his mouth just as hungry to suck him.

It takes Minho less than five minutes before he shoots his first load of hot, milky cum down the back of Jisung's throat. Despite being pinned in place by the strong tentacles coiled around his ankles, Minho has some serious core strength and while being a greedy little tentacle slut, he can't seem to fully submit to Jisung just yet.

He let Jisung suck him for a minute or two max, before he was taking control, bucking his hips wildly and fucking himself into Jisung's slack mouth—growling his name while swallowing greedily around the tickler's tendrils.

When Jisung pulls off his cock and sits back up on his knees, the tickler retreats from Minho's mouth. But the sucker tentacle continues to play with him some more, leaving his nipples and switching back to his neck.

Jisung snags a glance at Minho's chest. His pretty nipples are so pert, drenched and red from all the suction. The surrounding skin is bruised and swollen, but Minho can't seem to get enough of it. He follows Jisung, pushing himself off the mattress to pull him in for another kiss—delirious, needy, and in sensory heaven.

Jisung has something else in mind. He flicks Minho's wet nipples, making him whine loudly, then shoves him back down on the bed before crawling over him to sit on his chest and pin him down.

"You fucked my mouth. Only fair I return the favour, don't you think?"

A grin curls on his lip while guiding his big purple dick toward Minho's wet mouth. He taps the weight of it against Minho's cheek twice before dragging it slowly down his face, smearing the soaking tip all over with more of the sticky pre-cum before pressing against his soft trembling lips.

"Open up, pretty. I know you want to taste it."

Minho's lips part without hesitation, opening his mouth obscenely wide and sticking his tongue out. Jisung rests the tip on Minho's tongue, sliding it over the spit-slick lips, making Minho moan loudly. His fingers grip harshly around Jisung's thighs as he grins down at Minho and tilts his hips forward, sliding inside his mouth. Minho's tongue lays flat and lips curl around the length as Jisung pushes it in further, not rough or gentle—just a controlled slide while watching Minho's cheeks fill out as he stuffs them full of cock.

Saliva bubbles around it, because Minho is greedily trying to work his lips up and down the thick shaft but can't move much between Jisung's straddled body over his chest caging him in and the tentacles entwining around his ankles keeping him pinned.

Jisung clicks his tongue, giving Minho a sharp warning tap on the cheek. Not quite a slap, but enough to surprise him. Minho makes a muffled sort of moan as his eyes roll back and the vibration of his clamped mouth around the cock shoots right into Jisung balls.

"Fuck, you're so greedy, baby. You want more?" Jisung's voice sounds low and raspy as he taunts Minho with a quick thrust.

"Mhmm—"

Minho tries to nod, and that's good enough for Jisung. He thrusts again. And behind him, the tickler and sucker get to work on Minho's hole. The sucker goes in first, sweeping lightly over Minho's rim, not latching, just slicking the area as it circles and swipes back and forth until he's nice and wet. Then it pulls back and latches onto his inner thigh, clamping around his skin to mark him up again while the tickler goes to work on his drenched hole, sliding the first two tendrils inside, gliding and pressing against him as they begin to explore and stretch him.

Meanwhile, Jisung has been enjoying himself a little too much, fucking slow and controlled thrusts into Minho's mouth—stretching his pretty lips wider each time as he edges closer to the back of his throat.

He can't do anymore than this because he's about to go into sensory overload himself. Not only is he sensing Minho's mouth around him, gasping and choking on it. But he's feeling all the sensations from the tendrils working on Minho's hole at the same time. It's like he can feel what they feel, taste what they taste every time they touch Minho; it's being received right inside his brain.

Also, Jisung has never seen Minho like this before, so fucking desperate and needy. And he might never get to see this again. He kind of wants to prolong it so he can commit it all to memory. Minho already looks fucked out. Hair damp with sweat and sticking to his temples, skin flushed and full of spit and sticky cum underneath the fat tears rolling down his cheeks.

Jisung taps his fingers against Minho's stuffed cheek again, smoothing away a tear as he coos. "I know you can take all of this, Min. Come on baby, swallow me up."

"Mhmm—" Minho swallows breathlessly around him again.

Jisung watches his throat working as more pre-cum trickles from the tip. There's so much of it he feels like he's about to explode at any second. But he pauses when he feels it; Minho just came again. Hot and sticky streaks of it spurting over his stomach and some lands on Jisung's ass.

The sucker has been teasing his cock back to life, nipping and suckling at the tip while the tickler has four tendrils deep inside Minho now, stretching, swirling and padding around his heat to push him over the edge.

Minho taps Jisung's thigh in desperation. His teeth drag against the thick cock as he chokes and sputters around it. Jisung winces, but pulls out quickly, lifting his weight off Minho's chest and shuffling back down between his legs to let him catch a breath.

Once Minho has stopped coughing and wheezing, Jisung doesn't give him time to speak or wipe the tears and spit from his face before he's flipping him over onto his stomach. The tentacles yank his legs apart, spreading them wide. Minho yelps, glaring over his shoulder at Jisung.

"Teach your tentacles some fucking manners—you only had to ask."

Jisung just laughs and slaps him hard on the ass, causing him to shudder before setting his palm between Minho's shoulder blades to push his face back down onto the mattress.

"Stop complaining. I'm going to fuck you now, pretty."

Minho grumbles something incomprehensible into the sheets, but his ass lifts higher on instinct, while his spine dips into a delightful curve, presenting himself. He stretches his arms out above his head, curling them around the fabric as he braces himself. Jisung pauses for a second to take in how beautiful Minho looks, before leaning forward, gripping him tightly on the hip pressing the throbbing purple cock against Minho's slick and quivering hole.

The cock slides between Minho's cheeks a couple of times before Jisung sucks in a breath and eases inside. Surprisingly, the heat swallows the thick head in easily. The combined slick from the leaking cock and tentacles has the most slippery texture, sucking him in with little effort. Jisung throws his head back letting out a low groan as he slides all the way inside with one controlled motion—Minho's body shakes beneath him, the walls clenching tight as he whines and sobs into the pillow.

"Ahh—fuck, fuck, fuck—more, fill me all the way up."

Minho's babbling is making it really fucking difficult for Jisung not to blow his entire load on the spot. That's when the tickler reappears and moves toward Minho's face, stuffing the tendrils back inside his mouth to suck on, like a pacifier.

Jisung's hips snap back before he thrusts into Minho's tight ass again—hard and deep, bottoming all the way out. Minho wails around the tendrils stuffed inside his mouth; he's dribbling everywhere like a messy brat. Jisung slams into him again and again, skin slapping obscenely while he grips around Minho's hips tightly as he fucks him deep into the mattress.

Jisung leans forward, reaching out to pull Minho's arms behind his back and lifts his chest off the mattress as his hips pound into him. The upward thrusting hits Minho's prostate every single time, because each throaty whine heightens the pitch in his voice. His body is caught between shuddering violently and falling limp like a rag doll.

Jisung lets go of one arm, reaching around to scoop under Minho's torso and pull him up so his back falls against Jisung's chest. The tickler curls down to coil itself around Minho's cock at the base jerking him while the sucker joins in attaching itself to his throbbing cockhead, sucking the whole thing into its fleshy mass while releasing more velvety slick over it as it pulses and dribbles down the shaft until he shudders and cries out a broken moan, cumming again all over the bed.

Minho's head falls against Jisung's shoulder as he eases the pace fucking into him slow and deep, rolling his hips before each slide. Minho's hands reach back and grip the back of Jisung's thighs, breath strained and voice rough.

"Ahh—fuck, Sungie… Please, fuck please… I don't think I can cum again—"

Jisung cups Minho's jaw, pulling him close to his lips to kiss him while his hips move in slow circles.

"You can. I know you can, baby. You're gonna take this cock and cum again before I do. You're saving the world—remember?"

Minho trembles against him, a hand reaches up to touch Jisung's face. And for the first time since arriving on the weird spaceship, his voice comes out soft, almost vulnerable. "Yeah, but let me see you again. I want you to hold and kiss me, okay?"

And who is Jisung to argue with that? He'd give Minho the entire moon if he could. Holding him and kissing him will not be an issue for Jisung if that's what his baby wants. Jisung kisses Minho once more on the corner of his mouth before stopping his slow thrusts and easing out of his soaking hole carefully. At the same time the tickler and sucker release from Minho's cock.

Minho wobbles, but Jisung holds him and guides him down to the mattress, rolling him onto his back. Jisung runs his fingers slowly up Minho's legs; the sheer stockings feel silky and smooth. He leans over Minho, bracing himself on one arm while looking down at him.

"Still with me?"

Minho nods, pulling him in for a slow kiss, releasing a shaky breath into Jisung's mouth. Jisung cups Minho's jaw, pulls his legs up to curl around his waist, then slides back inside him.

Minho's arms circle around Jisung's shoulders and he smiles softly, damp eyes heavy and half-lidded.

"Mhmm, yeah… This is good, Jisungie—just fuck me like this for a bit."

Jisung nods, happy to take what he can get at this point and fucks him into him with lazy, shallow thrusts and rolling hips as Minho's body comes down from all the tentacle stimulation.

Jisung presses a gentle kiss against Minho's temple. "Oh, baby… So much for Barbarella never submitting, huh? Just look at you now—"

Minho's half-closed eyes dart open at that, eyebrows arched. His hand slides off Jisung's shoulder and wraps around his throat. He squeezes once. Tight.

Jisung swallows around it. Grins at Minho before he's flipped onto his back and Minho is looming over him with his palm still gripped firmly over his throat.

"You think I'm submitting to you, Tentasmic?"

"Maybe?" Jisung's laugh comes out strangled until Minho eases the pressure just a tiny amount around his throat. "Prove me wrong, baby."

Minho's nostrils flare as he huffs out a breath. "Oh, you're fucking on."

With a regained boost of competitive stamina, Minho reaches behind himself to grip Jisung's alien cock with his hand, guiding himself back onto it. The sucker tentacle curls around, dripping slick over the shaft and around Minho's ass right before he sinks back onto it in one slow slide, sucking a sharp breath and eyes locked on Jisung.

Once Jisung bottoms out again, Minho presses his palms onto his chest and draws his thick, muscular thighs up either side of Jisung’s spread legs. Bracing himself on his feet, he presses his weight forward as he lifts his ass.

And Jisung's eyes drop slowly to watch his hole stretched wide around the cock—sliding back up the thick purple length, dripping with fresh tentacle lube and pre-cum.

"Holy fuck." He breathes out. "I wish you could see what I'm seeing."

Minho groans deeply, eyes rolling wildly. The muscles in his thighs dance and flex beneath the delicate fabric when he lifts fully then drops again—air pushing from his lungs and those dark eyes glaring down at Jisung with renewed determination while he bounces on his monster cock.

Jisung reaches out, greedy hands smoothing up Minho's legs to caress his thighs. "You're so hot!" He exhales. "God, I love your thighs."

Minho slaps his face so hard it makes him yelp, then grips Jisung by the throat again, making him whine and buck underneath him. "Yeah? You like my thick dancer thighs and stretched-out hole, do you?"

Jisung nods breathlessly as Minho bounces faster, squeezing harder around his throat. "You still think this is me submitting to you, Tentasmic?"

At this point, Jisung has no fucking clue if they are still locked into role-playing their earlier choice of cosplay or if Minho does in fact actually believe Jisung is an alien and he is Barbarella. And honestly? He couldn't care less. This is super hot and better than any spicy sci-fi movie they ever watched together.

"No, baby—I know you have too much cosmic awareness for that!" Jisung chuckles.

Minho's lip curves at the corner slightly, before his eyes roll again and he drops forward, pressing his sticky cum-slicked chest against Jisung's, breathing heavy ragged breaths against his neck as he releases his grip on Jisung's throat.

"Good. So finish me with your tentacles before I change my fucking mind."

The robust tentacles meander up again, spiralling around Minho's arms, curling around his biceps before lifting him up to sitting. They raise his arms up above his head to hold him in a steady straddle on top of Jisung, who in turn spreads his legs wider on the sticky mattress, anchoring his heels into it. Reaching out, he cups Minho's cheeks with a firm grasp while the sucker goes back to clamp itself on Minho's left nipple, sucking and dribbling down his abs. The tickler reappears and its tendril fingers curl around his dick to stroke him.

Jisung blinks up at Minho before a ridiculously dopey smile curls on his lips. "You're so beautiful, baby."

Minho whimpers, biting his lip but doesn't have a chance to make any comeback because Jisung lifts his hips high off the mattress and thrusts up into him hard and relentlessly while guiding his ass to slam against him in the same rhythm.

Minho babbles while hanging loose and helpless in the strong tentacles' hold, being sucked, jerked and fucked all at once until his words are nothing more that a string of breathless nonsense. His head lolls backwards, and the swell of his chest curves when his back arches from his erotic body rolls, grinding hungrily against Jisung's thrusts.

"Oh, baby—" Jisung breathes out, staring at the outline of the alien cock pressing beneath Minho's skin in his belly. "I can fucking see it… It's just bulging out of you! Fuck me. That's hot."

"You're supposed to be fucking me, not giving me another piercing!" Minho growls before his hips stutter and his body trembles. His head falls back, and he groans again while he cums all over them both.

That's really all it takes for Jisung to finally lose it. He might look like a superior being, all purple and handsome—but he's just a guy. This is the craziest experience he's ever had.

His eyes close and he bites into the inside of his cheek as he thrusts a few more times, messy and wild until the massive cock twitches and jerks inside Minho's clenching ass and spills endless waves of hot cum inside him. The thing spills so much it trickles out of his hole and down his thighs, and Jisung groans at the sight of it.

The tentacles simultaneously peel away from Minho's body, and he crashes into Jisung, breathless and shaking. Jisung curls his arms around Minho and kisses his head over and over until somewhere between catching their breath and endless amounts of shared sticky liquids congealing between their pressed bodies everything slows and blurs in a hazy white glow.

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Jisung wakes up with a jolt, body jerking as he's wrenched from sleep and the freakiest dream he's ever had, heart pounding against his ribs before he exhales a few slow breaths. He lies rigid under the covers, letting his brain slowly adjust, and realizes his hair and neck feel sweaty and there's sticky cum on his skin.

Opening his eyes, he sees he's in Minho's bedroom. Oh, fuck. Beside him, a warm puff of breath hits his bare shoulder.

Jisung swallows, turning his head slowly to find Minho is already awake, blinking back at him. His naked shoulders are peeking out over the top of the covers and Jisung's eyes roam over all the obscene love bites plastered on his neck in blooms of pretty pink and shades of deep red.

"Why are you naked and in my bed, Jisungie?"

"Uhh—"

Heat floods over Jisung's cheeks; his heart races again. He's not even sure where to begin, not understanding if it was a dream or real, but when Minho's lip curves just slightly at the corner of his mouth, Jisung relaxes.

"I see you're in the mood for joking today... Good, 'cause oh, boy, do I have something funny to share with you."

"Go on, I'm listening…"

Jisung clears his throat. "Okay… So, I had the weirdest dream. And I think it made me cum." He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. "Sorry about that—I'll wash your bedding."

Minho hums softly, leaning up to prop his head on his elbow, wincing slightly as he moves. "Don't sweat it. Funny story—so did I."

Jisung bites his bottom lip, turning to face Minho, frowning when he feels the cum sliding down his skin. He makes a conscious effort not to touch Minho because he's certain they're both naked under the sheets and has no clue if he's still high.

"Umm, did your dream start on the rooftop watching sci-fi?"

Minho nods, but his expression stays unreadable.

"And uh, did yours have a spaceship, funky music, a massive bed and a disco ball?" Jisung continues.

Minho nods, this time his lip twitches again and the little dimple in the corner of his mouth appears when he smirks.

Jisung gulps loudly. "Okay, fuck it! Am I still purple with sex toy tentacles growing out of me? Just tell me, okay, because I'm kinda scared to look."

"You're not purple anymore and your tentacles have gone." Minho says lightly, shuffling a little closer while forcing his knee between Jisung's pressed legs so naturally—like they always wake up together naked and cum-soaked. "And I hate to break this to you, Jisungie. But your massive alien cock has disappeared… You only have a tiny little thing between your legs now like a regular guy now." Minho pulls an overly exaggerated pout.

"Excuse me? You checked under the covers—while I was sleeping?"

Minho nods, the smirk curling higher on his mouth. "My bed, my rules."

Jisung chokes out a laugh, feeling Minho's knee slide further up between his thighs. "Okay, firstly—rude! And secondly—fuck you! My regular cock is average size, not tiny and just as good as that thing. Trust me."

Minho laughs lightly. "Well, I'd have to judge that for myself before taking your word for it."

Jisung grins, reaching out to push the damp hair of Minho's temple. "Min, we didn't just have the same dream, did we?"

Minho shakes his head slowly, smiles as his finger trails up Jisung's arm. "I don't think it was a dream, but we had the same out of this world, cosmic experience."

"Yeah…" Jisung murmurs. "So… We fucked for real?"

Minho nods, biting his lip.

"So, wait—I'm so confused."

Minho rolls his eyes. "What a surprise. Pabo."

"Shut up." Jisung grins. "Did we actually get abducted by a real alien so it could biologically transform me for the night in order for us to fuck and save the world… Or were we just tripping our balls off from them damn gummies?"

"Fuck knows." Minho giggles breathlessly before stretching like a cat—the blanket drops, revealing his chest covered in more love bites. "Either way, I loved every minute, Sung. I've been waiting for something ‌like this to happen between us for so long."

Jisung's breath catches. "You have?"

"I have. Look, don't get me wrong, I loved having your crazy tentacles all over me that really was out of this world… But if I had to choose? I'd always pick you."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah. You're my beautiful best friend and soulmate. Why wouldn't I want more with you? We're perfect together, Jisungie. I want more than just one night."

Jisung leans in, brushing his lips against Minho's mouth. "Want me to fill you up again and make you cry into the pillow, huh?"

Minho drags Jisung's bottom lip between his teeth, whines softly into his mouth while catching his wrist. Without warning, Minho flips him over onto his back and swings his leg over to straddle his body. In the midday light streaking through the curtain and from this angle—Minho doesn't look delicate and sexy, more like an incredibly horny apex predator ready to pounce.

And Jisung's cock twitches against his stomach. Then with a wicked glint in his eyes, Minho thrusts forward, sliding his dick against Jisung's.

"Not right now. I'm kinda sore from Tentasmic's purple punishers last night… But you fucked my ass so good and took me to a higher state of consciousness. I think it's only fair I get to rail you so Barbarella can put a baby in you. What do you say, Jisungie? Do you agree with my terms?"

Jisung laughs, pulling Minho down to his chest. "I agree to your terms. Fill me up, baby!"

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At some point later that day, Minho and Jisung finally emerge from the bedroom to grab a much-needed shower and food. So they creep along the hallway stinking of sex with sticky bodies, mussed hair and sore assholes. On the way to the bathroom, Jeongin's bedroom door swings open, where he leans against the frame with arms folded over his chest giving them both a knowing look.

"Have fun with my edibles, did you?"

Minho shrugs, looks back at Jeongin with a complete poker face. "I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Right, 'course not." Jeongin snickers, eyes flicking from Minho to Jisung, then back to Minho. "Fucking hell, you must have been on one crazy trip—you both actually look like aliens abducted you last night, the absolute state you're in!"

"Well…" Minho's lip curls into a smirk while his hand reaches out for Jisung, pulling him close. “I could tell you how an alien abducted us last night from the rooftop and forced us into a freaky game of fuck or die by the superior being with questionable etiquette… Where we had literal seconds to decide the fate of our friendship versus the fate of the entire planet… By the way, we saved it.”

Jeongin chuckles, shaking his head fondly. “Yeah, ‘course you did. Please continue…”

Minho leans in and kisses Jisung on the forehead.

And it's so tender and genuine as he links their fingers together. Like the first of many more to follow.

Jisung glances at Jeongin, a blush creeping up his neck. Jeongin winks at him and smiles.

"Nope, there were no abductions for us, sadly…" Minho says, tugging Jisung towards the bathroom with him. "Let's just say that Jisung is a very committed cosplayer and leave it at that…"