“Fair enough.” Rusty found the wet wipes and brought them over. “Did you pack these or is this another thing we need to thank the condom fairy for?”
Nate laughed. “For God’s sake, don’t encourage her by calling her that.” He frowned. “How did you know I didn’t pack that stuff myself?”
“I think it’s a fair assumption that neither of us came out here expecting this, and your condom fairy did leave that interesting note. I’m presuming the condoms and lube were courtesy of Amy. But don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t.” Rusty knelt down, pulled out a couple of wet wipes, and then stopped. “I was going to clean you up, unless you’d prefer to do it yourself?”
“Do I look crazy?” Nate wasn’t about to stop Rusty from touching him again. “That’s a ‘yes please,’ by the way, in case you didn’t translate it.”
“Oh, I translated it fine, thanks all the same, mon ami.” Rusty cleaned Nate with the cold wipes, then handed him the packet. “If you wouldn’t mind returning the favor?”