Neil's own blush comes back, a manic thing across his whole face and down his neck, onto his chest. There's this little beat in his chest, this curious blossom that wants to ask if they're about to try doing more than just rubbing against each other, because God, that sounds spectacular. He can't make the words come. Steve doesn't seem able to articulate it either.

But Neil can say, "Yeah." He can breathlessly, meekly confess, "And condoms? If...we need those?"

He still thinks they're a bit silly. It's not like he can get pregnant or something. But he's got them because he's been told it's the smart thing to have, since he's sexually active. For now, though, he carefully gets off Steve's lap and leans over to get the lube, at least.