Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
JAKE
Jake had almost lost Doren. He’d reacted instinctively to their claim of being an alien. On one hand, who could blame him? The idea that his handsome surfer was an extraterrestrial in disguise was ridiculous. It was impossible.
But if he was honest with himself, that wasn’t why he responded the way he did. It was just too easy to think that Doren hadn’t been truthful about their feelings, that Jake was so depressed and boring and a downer that all of it had been a lie from the beginning.
He’d kicked them out because he wouldn’t have survived Doren proving him right, confirming that he was fundamentally unlovable. Now, Jake wanted to go back in time and listen to his person tell him the truth about themself.
Honestly, what he wanted most of all was to jump Doren’s naked bones. But they had shit to talk about.
Stepping forward, Jake bestowed a soft, chaste kiss on Doren’s lips before grabbing onto their hand. “Let’s get you inside before someone calls the cops.”
MP tucked under one arm and Doren on the other, Jake made his way back to the house, his head spinning. Now that Doren had transformed, doubt was creeping in. Had he imagined that Doren was a sea monster? Was it some kind of delusion?
Once they were in the house and Doren had covered up, Jake poured them each a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. He said nothing for a long moment, trying to wrap his mind around how to approach the insanity he’d found himself in.
Jake was mentally ill, but this was straight-up crazy.
Doren sat across from him, silent, as if scared to speak. Finally, Jake took the leap.
“Hallucination has never been one of my symptoms, but it is possible I’m having a psychotic break. Unlikely, but possible.” Peering into Doren’s eyes, Jake wondered if Doren themself was a hallucination, a kind of comforting love interest provided by his depression at a time of loneliness.
Doren shook their head and reached out to grab Jake’s hand. “You are not delusional. This isn’t a hallucination.”
Jake frowned and took another sip of coffee. He was glad he hadn’t put any sugar in it. As it hit his tongue, the bitter taste grounded him in his senses, in the reality of the world.
“That’s pretty much what a hallucination would say, but…” Jake took yet another sip and shrugged.
Words were hard right now. As he pondered what else to say, a tentacle snaked out of the sleeve of Doren’s t-shirt and made its way to Jake’s hand, massaging Jake’s wrist just above where Doren’s fingers were grasping it.
Jake’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move. The feel of the appendage was smooth and soothing, and he couldn’t help but find comfort in Doren’s alien touch.
“So…I guess that’s really happening, huh?” Jake stared at the tentacle around his wrist. His reactions to it were complicated. Yes, it was fucking weird, but the sensation reassured Jake, as well as turning him on.
Wasn’t he supposed to be freaking out?
“It is real,” Doren said, a small smile sprouting on their face.
“I am an alien, although I’ve never visited the planet where my species originates.
I was birthed here on Earth. My parents and six siblings dwell in the depths of the ocean off the coast of Maine.
I am, uh, almost three hundred years old. ”
“What?” Jake put down the mug he had raised to his lips. How was that even possible? What sort of fantasy had he found himself in?
Doren smiled sadly and nodded. “My species is long-lived.”
Jake pulled his hand back from the tentacle that gripped his wrist, rubbing at it with his other.
“I don’t understand. Why are you here with me?
You’re a centuries-old alien. I’m nobody.
Just a sad little man hanging out in a tourist town filled with empty rentals and townies I’ve said all of two words to.
I don’t have a job. I can’t even get out of bed. You could have anyone you want.”
Doren furrowed their eyebrows, but Jake didn’t understand what was so confusing.
The truth was obvious to him. It should be obvious to Doren as well.
They were a unique, fantastical creature, besides being an incredibly sexy human.
Jake was cursed. Doren shouldn’t allow themself to get drawn into Jake’s disaster life.
“I care for you, Jake. Deeply.”
Jake’s shoulders scrunched up to his ears. “But why?”
“Because I do! Because you are sweet and kind and contain an astounding strength. I have never known a human as strong as you.”
“Strong?!” Jake jumped from his seat and stepped away from Doren, who stayed still and calm in their seat. As he did, Miranda Priestly launched onto the table and glared at Jake, probably angry he’d made so much noise.
“Yes.”
“I’m not strong. I’m the opposite of strong.
I’m fragile. Every time something negative happens, even just a neutral change, I’m thrown.
It sends me deeper into depression. I gain weight.
I lose my job. My boyfriend leaves me. I have to escape to this beach house.
All of it has snowballed to where I can’t even put up Christmas decorations on my own! ”
“No.” Doren stood and swept Jake up in their arms. Jake hung on for dear life, unable to bring himself to recoil from this person making him feel so much.
“You are strong. You have been saddled with so many foolish ingrates: the boss that fired you, the boyfriend that left you…even your mental illness. But you are here in front of me. Bashed and battered, yet here you stand. You have impressed every step of our journey together.”
“That can’t be true…
Jake pulled away a little, but Doren kept him locked tight in their arms. “I’m sorry you cannot view yourself the way I do. But I know for certain you are a sweet, caring man who is deserving of love.”
Full of gratitude that Doren was holding him, Jake put most of his weight on the blonde surfer. He wasn’t sure what was more overwhelming: the knowledge that Doren was a shapeshifting alien, or the knowledge of how Doren thought of him.
No, he was sure. It was the second thing.
“I don’t know if it’s possible to view myself in that way. But I can try.”
Doren’s soft hands ran through Jake’s hair, and Jake sighed at the touch. How was Doren able to be so gentle sometimes, but then hard when Jake needed them to be?
The two of them stood there for almost ten minutes, their arms wrapped around each other, their heartbeats in perfect sync. It was Doren who broke the silence.
“You know,” they whispered, “my tentacles can accomplish more than simply propelling me through the water.”
Jake’s eyes went wide, his cock hardening at Doren’s words.
“What do you mean?”
With those words, multiple tentacles snaked out from under Doren’s clothes, maybe eight in total, and they were on him, snaking underneath his shirt and tugging at his pants.
The tentacles were smooth, lacking the suckers of an octopus. Each tentacle was remarkably agile, able to bend and twist and hook in the most lascivious ways.
Before he knew it, Jake was naked, being explored by an overwhelming number of Doren’s appendages.
His brain short-circuited at the constant barrage of sensory input, and he could no longer perceive each individual tentacle.
Doren’s smooth, cool skin touched him everywhere, sliding down his thighs, wrapping around his balls, separating his ass cheeks…
it was like being worshipped by an army of snakes.
He should be grossed out, shouldn’t he? The sensations were decidedly alien, inhuman in a way that was outside of his experience.
But he wasn’t. Instead, he was more turned on than he’d ever been in his entire life. His cock jutted straight out from his pelvis, dripping precum and desperately awaiting the touch of a tentacle. Just one touch.
They didn’t touch it, however. Jake moaned every time a tentacle brushed close to his dick. Doren was committed to teasing Jake, torturing him even, and they were unwilling to give him the release he was craving.
“Please, Doren, touch me, I need—”
Jake’s words were interrupted by the shout he let out as the tip of a tentacled breached the rim of his asshole. God, it was perfect, sliding against the nerve endings like an electric eel, sending sparks branching off anywhere it touched.
“Do you like being fucked by my tentacle, baby?” Doren slipped their hands around Jake’s waist even as their appendages continued to tease and roam over Jake’s skin. “Do you want me to go deeper?”
Jake nodded, unable to make words as the tentacle explored deeper inside him. He groaned and clenched around Doren. “Fuckkk….”
“They’re better than fingers in so many ways,” Doren whispered into Jake’s ear. Suddenly, not only was the tentacle exploring inside of him, but it was pulsing and expanding.
“It’s so much…” Jake’s words came through clenched teeth as tremors ravaged his body. The waves of pleasure were unlike anything he’d ever experienced in his life. A mixture of fire and electricity ran along his skin, and every muscle twitched with uncontrolled energy.
Then he left the ground.
“Doren!” Jake shouted as the alien’s tentacles lifted him up, suspending him a few feet in the air and spreading his legs, allowing the tentacle that was fucking him even easier access.
Jake’s cock bounced in midair now, a deep, angry red from the need for release. But Doren refused to give it to him. Jake thought he might die if he didn’t come soon.
“How does it feel to belong to me, sweet?” Doren’s voice held a hint of possessiveness that was new.
“Your whole body is at my mercy. No one will ever be able to pleasure you the way I can. I’m ruining you for every future lover.
You’ll never fuck anyone else without thinking about how I made you feel. ”
The tip of Doren’s tentacle lodged in Jake’s ass began a tactical assault on his prostate. Repeatedly, the tip found that magic spot and pressed against it.