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Backlogged; takes place a day after this.


The sounds and smells of breakfast filled the camper. Wyatt worked with an almost zen-like countenance as he prepared the morning feast - bacon, sausage links and patties, and a growing mountain of pancakes. The previous day he had shopped up strawberries and placed them in sugar water to macerate, same with some blueberries. There was a mason jar of chopped pecans, a can of whipped cream - unopened! He made sure not to mix it up with the other one in the fridge. There were bananas hanging till in their little yellow jackets, but readily available, and of course, a nice glass bottle of maple syrup. Maybe it was too many choices for pancake toppings? Maybe he was going just a bit overboard?

And why? Well, this morning he and his cerulean-eyed partner were expecting company. Not just any company, but said partner's parents The in-laws-to-be.

In addition to preparing fruit toppings the previous day, Wyatt had been hard at work prepping for dinner later, and making desserts, which had been good for keeping him busy so the nerves didn't drive him crazy. It didn't matter how much Lukas reassured him, Wyatt couldn't not be anxious.

Even without the memory loss from purification, he had never had good, loving, present parents, and whether he wanted to admit it or not or if he even knew it himself, Wyatt really wanted that. So their approval and making them happy was important to him.


Knowing their plans after breakfast were to go to the tourist shopping district that lay just at the base of the mountain, Wyatt had made sure to put on his knee support, no matter how uncomfortable it was, and had selected a pair of off-black stonewash jeans, which he paired with a simple shirt with some intentionally-faded graphic. He'd have maybe worn a nicer shirt if he knew he wasn't going to be covering it up with his heavy sherpa-lined jacket. The shopping district had a lot of outdoor stalls, and was pretty much all foot-traffic to get to all the neat little stores in their neat little alcoves. Even the stores that did line the main road that split it down the middle didn't have parking - you had to park in a designated lot, and walk.

It was going to be a lot of walking. But Wyatt had promised, repeatedly, that the moment he thought he was nearing his limit he would let Lukas know.

But that was later! For now, he looked at his phone where he noticed a message just popping up.

"Hey Lu, they're almost here. Remember - you know nothing, so act surprised," Wyatt called to Lukas.

"That depends~" Wyatt began as he flipped another pancake, "Do you want to make the run all the way there and back, or walk out my door to greet them and let their minds wonder as to what we were up to before their arrival."

For as much as he wanted to make a good impression, Wyatt also had no shame in trailing lewd implications like breadcrumbs for others to pick up. There was part of him that simply loved getting a reaction out of others. Which was perhaps why he teased Lukas so much.

"Personally," he continued, "I wouldn't want to arrive to breakfast out of breath. You might aspirate your food and you know how long it takes emergency services to get here. Then I'd have to tell EMS how you choked on my sausage and it would just be a fiasco."

It was again a tease, as was his way. There was a playfulness he had that was reserved entirely for the other man.that special little glimmer in his eye and smirk.

"Well if it weren't the dead of winter, practically Christmas, I might crack a window to freshen it up in here. Alas, they will have to inhale the scents of our musk and my food."

Which...Sure, Wyatt was nose blind to it, but that didn't mean he wasn't a little concerned. Even though the'd changed the bed sheets, given the place a generous Febreezing, and had thought about lighting a candle. Of course it was only reasonable to think that they would surely know what they got down to behind the curtain that separated the bedroom from the rest of the RV, but he didn't want to be quite so flagrant about it.

"Well, assuring that you are happy is what matters to me the most," he said, before the sound of tires on gravel outside caught his ears, "Be ready to get the door."

Wyatt always knew the thin walls of the RV and Lukas' mouth was going to conflict one of these days, in some form or another. All Wyatt let show of his silent 'I told you so' was a smug smirk and the flippin gof a pancake.

"Sorry, babe, flipping pancakes. I'll need you to take care of it~" His tone of course said that he was not sorry at all. Still, he twisted around to give Lukas a quick peck on the forehead, all the while still wearing a shiteating smile.

Oh, Wyatt was sure by the end of the day Lukas would be over any thoughts of un-just punishment, or at least too exhausted to care, so he just shook his head at the antics before Lukas opened the door and was all but bowled over.

Wyatt gave a soft laugh of amusement - it was hard to tell of he wasn't as at ease as he appeared, because truth me told he was all sorts of things right now. Still, he issued an easy reply to Lukas' mother;

"Well, you know what they say - keep their stomach full and their balls empty~"

With that, he flipped off the stove as the last of the pancakes was added to a heaping stack. Everything was laid out buffet-style on the counter.

"If I had the proper kitchen and room, I'd serve you more properly, but as it stands, help yourselves. There's drink in the fridge, or the coffee maker's right here," he gestured to the off-brand keurig and the container of k-cups, "I've also made sausage, bacon, and prepared just about anything you could want to top your pancakes."

Wyatt really channeled all his nerves in to cooking, and the planning for cooking. He's say it was to get his mind off his real anxieties, but alas, it was still possible to worry about everything all at once, and then some. To his benefit though, he cooking was good, and he was really good at appearing nonchalant.

At least the comment had landed well, not that he was all that worried that it wouldn't, from what he'd already gathered of their personalities.

Wyatt could at least be an intuitive lover, so he didn't carry out too much more of the teasing. As they lined up to fill up their plates, he took the rear, taking a moment to gently rest hands on Lukas' hips and his head against the taller man's back, just below the shoulder blades. It was a wordless moment of support, before he lifted his head again and reply;

"Thanks. Well, I was thinking once the loans for a few of the other building projects around here are paid off, asking the owner if we can just build our own lil cabin right here. We aren't going anywhere, so something more permanent would be nice. this little lot could hold something at least twice this size, maybe two stories~ Something to fit the rustic summer camp aesthetic of the place."

It wasn't something he'd brought up to Lukas yet. Sure, they could have done more with the watch tower, but the lift they'd installed when doing the renovations to make it livable for Lukas was loud and slow, and the stairs would get to them both as they got on with the wear and tear of age. Wyatt thought a lot about their life together in the future - he knew Lukas wanted to get married, and living in separate units would be a bit ridiculous. He wasn't even considering the idea of starting a family of their own, but it would have been another reason.

"It's just an idea, at the moment," which would be why he hadn't brought it up yet - typically he waited till he had more of an idea of how to put it in to motion before bringing them up, "and you know I don't spring in to things without a well-" laid was what he was gonna say, but the double entendre, gave him pause, as he was trying to ease the goading not add to it, "thought out plan."

Wyatt started making his own plate, but nudged Lukas with his shoulder, saying "You know my terms for marriage," with a hint of humor. That was all on Lukas. Wyatt couldn't force the order magic in to his starseed like Chaos could with their power to promote their people. Nah, that would have made things too easy.

Wyatt may have been a bit presumptuous when he had been thinking about a more permanent, larger, residence here, but then again, what clue did he have that Lukas would ever want to up and leave their little world here? And by now Lukas was well aware of the form Wyatt's anxiety took - planning, road mapping, needing to have some idea of what to expect. Wyatt was adaptable though, and he was working on becoming better trusting others to take care of things without his direction and oversight.

"I don't have any problem with that," Wyatt said, in regards to having their wedding at the ranch, coming over to take a seat at the table which was a tight fit, but manageable.