Steve almost spits out the beer, a step away from choking due to the absurdity of the question. He shakes his head and swallows the alcohol down, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “Their limbs would fly off if they tried. Their skin would peal away even if they were as gentle as possible ewwww~”
"Make sure you have lots of sex before you die kiddo. Unless you get to bone in hell, walker life is sexy action free."
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Oh if only she were Nate. At least then he could make some sort of joke of this, like ‘do you need my help’ or ‘in deep enough yet’ or something. But nope. She wasn’t Nate. And he wasn’t really himself, only pretending to be the gentleman Jane thought he was. So he was at a bit of a loss when he caught her… two fingers deep.
"…" After a ‘stunned’ pause, Steve turned his back to her and immediately acted as if he were incredibly flustered. "Oh my god! I’m… I’m so sorry Freya! I didn’t know- I thought you were- Um…" He really hadn’t known she was around or occupied in any activities until now.
"Do you want to finish or-" He knew that was a stupid thing to say, but it made pretending to be flustered more believable. "I mean! Oh god that was a terrible question! I-I’m gonna… uh…”
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Steve hadn’t avoided the trucker after they finally slept with each other, a part of him was concerned that Nate would drift away faster should he distance himself, but they hadn’t slept with each other again after that. They hadn’t done anything in place of sex either, since they both were really sore initially and after the soreness went away they just… hadn’t done anything. Steve prided himself with his ability to pretend like everything was alright, but it was tiring to have to constantly act like he wasn’t bracing himself for the slow change he was sure he’d eventually see in Nate.
Going into his- their tent (it was equally strange and nice to have to constantly remind himself that he shared a tent now) he paused mid-stride at the sight of Nate’s hand jerking up and down. Nate didn’t stop when he noticed Steve come in, only slowed the pace of his strokes. Of course, the man had no shame. Not that he had any reason to feel shamed around Steve, but still. Steve turned- thinking about leaving but stopping himself- and zipped the tent flaps closed. No one else would be able to accidentally walk in on what he was currently seeing.
"What?" He asked, slowly making his way towards the cot. "Couldn’t wait for me?" Steve decided against sucking him off. He needed a few things to use as a means to draw him back should Nate drift too far from him. A handjob would be fine. Steve sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and kissed him. He gently nudged Nate’s hand away, wrapped his own around the younger man’s dick, and squeezed.
