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 is," Watts nodded. "Compliments it nicely. Good job on that." Yes, he knew Steven hadn't picked it out himself, but he had thought to ask for something to accompany the cake specifically, rather than just picking at random or assuming because it was expensive it would be good.

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"I'm glad." Steven took a sip and then put his glass back on the table so he could resume eating his cake. "And don't forget the tub. Could do that tonight or tomorrow. Or both, I suppose. Nothing stopping us."

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"Oh, the tub," Watts said. "That would be nice with some of this too," he held up his glass. "And probably the fruit rather than the cake," he added.

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Steven beamed, glad that he and Llewellyn were thinking similar things. "I thought with the champagne as well! But not the cake? Oh - crumbs?"

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"That's what I was thinking," Watts said. "Although, on the other hand, a few crumbs may be worth it, and we're already in the tub regardless..."

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"It's your day," Steven reminded him. "What's your preference?"

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"It sounds absolutely decadent and I would like to," Watts admitted, after giving it some thought.

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"Nothing saying we couldn't do cake and fruit," Steven pointed out. "If you'd like?"

There were those chocolate covered strawberries after all.

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"I would," Watts nodded. "I would like."

Was it any surprise at all that he was hungry enough for cake and fruit, even after all that food truck food?

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Steven had met Llewellyn before so no, no surprise at all really.

Steven gave Llewellyn a kiss on the cheek. "Shall I get it all set up for us?"

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"Please," Watts affirmed.

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"No problem at all," Steven said. He took the tray that was meant for food and gathered up the plates with a slice of cake, the champagne glasses, and the plate of chocolate covered strawberries. He carried those into the bathroom and set them on the side of the tub.

He turned the water on, making sure it was the right temperature before having the tub fill. Then he came back for the ice bucket with the champagne bottle and brought that in in case they wanted refills.

"I think that's everything as far as food and drink?"

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Watts meanwhile had made use of the time to start getting undressed, since even with Steven dressed up Watts still had more layers to contend with. So it was just efficient!

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Seeing what Llewellyn was doing, Steven stopped to admire.

"They do have lovely views here, don't they?"

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"Flirt," Watts declared, coming over to Steven and giving his lapel a tug. "How about affording me a nice view as well, hmm?"

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"I wore this suit for you," Steven pointed out. But he was smiling and quietly pleased as he started to undo his tie.

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"That you did," Watts said, appreciatively. "And it was a very nice view while we were out in public. But now- now I would like the view that is strictly mine."

(When Steven was the one in charge of the body, at least.)

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"Oh, I see." Steven blushed more, his smile wider, as he let his now open tie hang from his neck. He began undoing his shirt buttons. "True, this is entirely yours."

When it was Steven, yes. But he held himself so differently in the body from Marc that arguably even the views of either of them without clothes on truly were unique from one another, similar start point notwithstanding.

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And Watts had zero interest, thank you, in ever seeing Marc naked.

He took a half-step forward, unsure of whether he wanted to help get Steven's clothing off faster or just watch and take everything in.

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Steven looked up as he slipped off his coat. "Everything all right?"

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"Mmm?" Watts said distractedly. "Oh. Yes. I just- find myself faced with a conundrum, of sorts."

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Steven put his coat down on a chair, then put his tie on top of it. "What's that?"

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"Do I help you undress, thus ensuring you reach an unclothed state somewhat quicker, or do I simply... stand back and enjoy the show?"

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"I see." Steven started undoing his belt. "Well, it is your birthday. It's whatever you prefer, of course."

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"Hmmm," Watts hummed again. "I do believe- I am enjoying the show."

That much was... plainly evident, given his own current state of undress.