[couple] 86.6 Are you affectionate with your partner?
[Sam is likes_cameras and used with permission from his mun who requested a Sam/Devon future fic. Set five years in the future. Marion = talks_for_ten, Serena = ineverhit-you, Ethan = cant-takeorders, Alex = itsmy_sandbox, Savannah = afew_snapshots, Andy = called_thumper. Finn is an offshoot but has not been discussed so this isn't binding. Just futurely. Finn is about three. It is simply a possible future event.]
Sam wrapped his arms around Devon from the back. Closing his eyes, Devon breathed in the moment, a smile coming to his face. "Hey, Harper," he said, his hands coming up to Sam's arm. "Enjoying the barbecue?"
"Mmm," Sam replied, words not actually forming. Devon was content to stand there and be held, however and did just that.
Marilyn was knee deep in conversation with Marion and Alex. Andy, Serena, Ethan, and Monica had opted a friendly game of basketball. Most of the party had moved to by the driveway. Monica's husband held Finn up while his mother attempted to make a basket. Andy had blocked it, however, and threw the ball to Ethan.
Savannah yelled something loudly and snapped a photo, glancing at Devon and Sam. She smiled, looked back at the game and then returned her camera to her bag. Ethan ran up, tagged Sam and then glared. After exchanging a glance, Devon relented, stepped away and let his boyfriend go in for Ethan while he headed in for a bottle of water.
Savannah walked over to him and nudged him lightly, her eyes still on the game. "You ever think you'd get here?" she asked.
"Hm?"
"Here. Sam's thirtieth birthday. Sam's parents' place. Not running around implying things that are going on. Out in the open and fancy free," she said.
"Fancy free?"
"Fancy free," she repeated.
"No General," he said.
"He would've been fine," Savanah said.
"Yeah, maybe. Doesn't matter now." Sam made a basket and Devon clapped, cheered and then turned back to Savannah. "I'm sorry, my hot and sweaty man made a basket - what were we talking about?"
"The General and you're wiping his memory under the rug. " she asked with a raise of the eyebrow.
"Funny," Devon said. "I'm not. He liked me." Another basket was made, this time by Andy. Marion cheered this time and then went in for Serena. The women were not going down. Ethan returned and Sam ducked out, coming back to Devon's side.
"You played..."
"I played," Sam said, pocketing his hands.
"Hot," Devon said. "You doing okay?" he asked. Sam nodded, shrugged and turned towards his mother.
"Okay, boys," Marilyn said, breaking her conversation. "And Monica and Marion - and Serena. It's time to return to the backyard."
"Pin the tail on the donkey?" Devon asked jokingly as Sam's hand came to his. The lot of them walked back around the house as Monica came out holding the cake. They gathered around one of the tables as Finn handed Marylin the candles.
"Uncle Sam blow out the candles!" Finn said.
"Yeah, Uncle Sam!" Devon repeated. "Blow out the candles." He whispered "Old man" jokingly with a nudge as Marion hit him lightly.
"Need I remind you of your thirtieth?" she asked. Devon shot her a look before smiling, shaking his head and turning back to the scene. "Now blow out the candles. Andy looks hungry." Andy snorted.
"When is Andy not hungry?" Sam asked.
"Blow!"
Finn interrupted. Sam relented, blowing out the ten plus candles. Marylin began to cut into the cake with the help of Monica. In a circle, Devon, Sam, Marion, Andy, Serena, Alex, Savannah and Ethan ended up near the refreshments table eating cake.
"Next year," Sam said. "We go to your parents."
"Whose?" Marion asked.
Not mine," Sam replied.
He loved them, he did but there was such thing as too much Harper.
Sam wrapped his arms around Devon from the back. Closing his eyes, Devon breathed in the moment, a smile coming to his face. "Hey, Harper," he said, his hands coming up to Sam's arm. "Enjoying the barbecue?"
"Mmm," Sam replied, words not actually forming. Devon was content to stand there and be held, however and did just that.
Marilyn was knee deep in conversation with Marion and Alex. Andy, Serena, Ethan, and Monica had opted a friendly game of basketball. Most of the party had moved to by the driveway. Monica's husband held Finn up while his mother attempted to make a basket. Andy had blocked it, however, and threw the ball to Ethan.
Savannah yelled something loudly and snapped a photo, glancing at Devon and Sam. She smiled, looked back at the game and then returned her camera to her bag. Ethan ran up, tagged Sam and then glared. After exchanging a glance, Devon relented, stepped away and let his boyfriend go in for Ethan while he headed in for a bottle of water.
Savannah walked over to him and nudged him lightly, her eyes still on the game. "You ever think you'd get here?" she asked.
"Hm?"
"Here. Sam's thirtieth birthday. Sam's parents' place. Not running around implying things that are going on. Out in the open and fancy free," she said.
"Fancy free?"
"Fancy free," she repeated.
"No General," he said.
"He would've been fine," Savanah said.
"Yeah, maybe. Doesn't matter now." Sam made a basket and Devon clapped, cheered and then turned back to Savannah. "I'm sorry, my hot and sweaty man made a basket - what were we talking about?"
"The General and you're wiping his memory under the rug. " she asked with a raise of the eyebrow.
"Funny," Devon said. "I'm not. He liked me." Another basket was made, this time by Andy. Marion cheered this time and then went in for Serena. The women were not going down. Ethan returned and Sam ducked out, coming back to Devon's side.
"You played..."
"I played," Sam said, pocketing his hands.
"Hot," Devon said. "You doing okay?" he asked. Sam nodded, shrugged and turned towards his mother.
"Okay, boys," Marilyn said, breaking her conversation. "And Monica and Marion - and Serena. It's time to return to the backyard."
"Pin the tail on the donkey?" Devon asked jokingly as Sam's hand came to his. The lot of them walked back around the house as Monica came out holding the cake. They gathered around one of the tables as Finn handed Marylin the candles.
"Uncle Sam blow out the candles!" Finn said.
"Yeah, Uncle Sam!" Devon repeated. "Blow out the candles." He whispered "Old man" jokingly with a nudge as Marion hit him lightly.
"Need I remind you of your thirtieth?" she asked. Devon shot her a look before smiling, shaking his head and turning back to the scene. "Now blow out the candles. Andy looks hungry." Andy snorted.
"When is Andy not hungry?" Sam asked.
"Blow!"
Finn interrupted. Sam relented, blowing out the ten plus candles. Marylin began to cut into the cake with the help of Monica. In a circle, Devon, Sam, Marion, Andy, Serena, Alex, Savannah and Ethan ended up near the refreshments table eating cake.
"Next year," Sam said. "We go to your parents."
"Whose?" Marion asked.
Not mine," Sam replied.
He loved them, he did but there was such thing as too much Harper.