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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"Can you stay near?" Steven asked. "I can do what you wanted if you're near."

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"It was never my intent to go far," Watts said. "But how near is near?"

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Steven thought about it, his fingers tracing down Llewellyn's chest to help keep the heat in him from fading.

"Close enough that it's easy to kiss? Not on the opposite side of the tub?"

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"All right," Watts said. "Though I want to be able to see you- are quick kisses all right?" he checked.

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"Yes," Steven said. "It's more that it's possible, not that we'd do it the whole time."

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"Understood," Watts said, smiling warmly at him.

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Steven smiled back, even as he hesitantly began moving his hand lower. The uncertainty not because he didn't want to do it, but because he didn't know if he was giving Llewellyn what he wanted visually.

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Hopefully the fact that Watts was maintaining eye contact as Steven moved his hand down was indication enough that he was doing as he wished.

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It certainly helped. Steven kept his eyes on Llewellyn. He thought about how good it felt when they kissed as he finally took himself in hand and began to stroke.

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Watts's gaze flicked downward, and then back up to Steven's face. "Beautiful," he murmured.

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Steven blushed. "Yeah? You can see all right?"

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"I can," Watts affirmed. "It is a most wonderful view."

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Steven blushed more. "Thank you. So is mine."

He was concentrating on Llewellyn a lot right now.

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"Flirt," Watts declared, desire evident on his face as he continued to watch.

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Llewellyn's desire helped to fuel Steven's own. Steven stroked faster in response. "This all right?"

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"Just like that, yes," Watts said encouragingly.

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Steven kept going, stroking himself as he would have liked Llewellyn to do. He imagined it was Llewellyn's hand doing it.

"Tell me if I should do something different?"

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Watts nodded. "You're doing wonderfully so far. You look beautiful like that, all laid out for me."

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Steven was going to be beet red at this rate.

"Thank you. I like knowing it - that you like it. Helps."

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"I do," Watts assured him. "You're doing so good. Just for me."

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That sent even more warmth through Steven, settling right at the base of his spine. He kept stroking, his eyes dark as he watched Llewellyn.

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"Keep going, darling," Watts said, reaching out to caress Steven's cheek. "Just like that."

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Steven leaned into the touch. He pressed a kiss to Llewellyn's wrist. Below, he added a twist to his hand to help increase his pleasure.

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"That's it," Watts crooned, noticing that twist. "I want you to feel good, darling."

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"You're good at it," Steven said. His breath hitched. "Making me feel good."