Food Truck Festival, Cape Cod, Thursday Evening

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It was Llewellyn's birthday, which first and foremost meant Steven was taking the day off.

Well, technically the first thing was that a bottle was left out on the kitchen counter for Llewellyn to find which simply bore a note of "M" on it.

But after that was taking the day off so that Steven and Llewellyn could portal over to Steven and Marc's (and Llewellyn's now, technically) home universe for a couple of days of celebrating.

Steven and Llewellyn had checked in to their room which was complete with a welcome snack basket, but also a bouquet of red roses, a bottle of champagne, and chocolate dipped strawberries.

They then immediately headed out to go whale watching, and were lucky enough to leave with ample sightings and pictures to remember them by.

After going to their room to wash up and change - Steven into his light linen suit, just for the occasion - they then traveled to the fairgrounds where a food truck festival was being held. It was here that there would be birthday dinner. Or at least traveling from truck to truck and probably sampling every single vegan option they could find, which turned out to be many.

"Where would you like to start?" Steven asked Llewellyn.

[for the birthday beau. NFB due to distance]

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"Of course," Watts said. "I would never want you doing anything that made you uncomfortable."

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"Of course you wouldn't," Steven said with a smile. "That's never in question."

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"I am glad you know that," Watts said. "That there is no- uncertainty there."

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"Never," Steven said. He caressed Llewellyn's cheek. "Your heart is too kind."

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"Your heart is far too important to me," Watts replied, his own hand reaching out to touch Steven's chest.

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"You take beyond excellent care," Steven said. He kissed Llewellyn, both to thank him for that and to get warmed up again for Llewellyn's request.

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"Because you deserve love and care," Watts told him.

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"Does that mean I deserve you?" Steven asked. He ran his fingertips along Llewellyn's collarbone.

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"Given how important it is to me that I provide you with those things? I suppose it does, yes."

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"I like that," Steven said. He kissed along Llewellyn's jaw. "That I'm worthy of you in some fashion."

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"In all ways, so far as I am concerned," Watts replied.

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"Your opinion is the one that matters there," Steven said. He reached for Llewellyn's hand to kiss it. "Matters most to me as well."

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"I appreciate that you hold me in such high esteem," Watts replied.

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Steven grinned. He sunk down into the water by a few inches so that Llewellyn was taller than he was. "Very high indeed."

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Watts sighed dramatically. "Incorrigible."

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Steven sunk lower so that his chin was at the level of the water. "You're much taller than I am, you see."

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"Yes, but the difference is not usually so pronounced when we are seated," Watts pointed out.

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"Sort of floating at the moment," Steven replied with a grin. Buoyancy he took advantage of as he popped back up in the water to give Llewellyn a kiss.

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"You are a scoundrel and I love you so," Watts said, laughing in to that kiss.

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"I love you too," Steven replied. Llewellyn's joy made Steven feel warm in ways that had nothing to do with the water. He kept kissing, keeping them light and playful, much like the laughter.

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"The most wonderful scoundrel I know," Watts continued.

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"I love you," Steven said between kisses. "I love being your scoundrel."

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"Now and always," Watts said, still playful but with a firmness behind his words that hopefully conveyed how important that was to him.

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It was heard. The way Steven made the kiss warmer and longer was a good indication of how much it meant to Steven for Llewellyn to say it.

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"Mine." And now there was a hint of possessiveness as well in Watts's response.