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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"You make an extremely compelling offer, Steven Grant," Watts grinned at him.

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"You can have all the kisses I have to give," Steven told him. "But, I should warn you - it's a lot."

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"Oh?" Watts said. "Done some calculations, have you?"

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"It's a limitless supply," Steven said. "So in that respect it was easy to calculate."

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"I like limitless," Watts said. "Very much. Take me a long time to collect on all of those."

And he was going to start now, thanks.

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"Forever," Steven agreed. Then he was busy kissing Llewellyn back in an unhurried fashion.

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"Could do this forever," Watts murmured between kisses. "But then you might catch a chill." Since Steven himself still didn't have a towel.

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"You're keeping me warm," Steven replied.

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"Glad to hear it," Watts said, pressing a kiss to Steven's jaw.

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"And I'm using your towel," Steven said. He grinned as he pressed their hips together. "Sort of."

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Watts chuckled, hands sliding a little lower to cup Steven's ass. "Use whatever you'd like, my darling."

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Steven took that as an excuse to kiss Llewellyn, since that counted as something he liked.

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"Just like that," Watts agreed. Though he did start gently shepherding them both towards the bed.

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Steven followed along. Though he took advantage of their movement to kiss along Llewellyn's jaw.

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Watts continued in the direction of the bed, until his legs bumped against it, at which point he pulled Steven down on to said bed with him. Still kissing, of course.

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Steven giggled, delighted at this turn of events. He straddled Llewellyn's legs as they kissed. Which was... not the ultimate direction they were going in but the night was still young and this was comfortable.

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Very comfortable.

"Still keeping you warm?" Watts checked.

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"Perfectly," Steven said. He gave Llewellyn an extra kiss. "You're gallant for checking."

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"I don't think I've ever been called gallant before," Watts mused.

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Steven gave him another kiss, then grinned at him. "Gallant."

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"Flirt," Watts declared, sliding his hands up Steven's chest.

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"Do you like it?" Steven asked. "Being called gallant, that is."

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Watts thought about that.

"It's never a word I would have knowingly associated with myself?" he admitted. "But I like- I like that you consider me so."

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"So all right for a repeat from time to time?" Steven asked. He leaned in to press a kiss to Llewellyn's cheeks while they were talking.

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"If you feel it appropriate," Watts said, smiling back at him.