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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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."

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"It is my privilege," Watts told him. "Just as I feel privileged that you are willing to do this for me."

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"Never done it before," Steven said. The that I remember went without saying. "Don't mind doing it for you. Since you like it."

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"It is not something I ever fantasized about before- before you," Watts admitted.

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Steven looked pleasantly surprised. He also felt another flicker of heat go through him. "Really? Never?"

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"Never," Watts affirmed. "Just you, my rare one."

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"Never been that desirable to anyone," Steven said.

He felt certain he would've remembered that.

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"You are to me," Watts told him, his voice thick with said desire.

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Steven's breath caught again. He began to stroke faster. "Is - is this all right?"