In all fairness, Wesley hadn't been able to keep his own eyes from wandering either. Only a blind man would've been able to resist looking. Conrad was an attractive man with clothes on. Without them? Wes imagined it was similar to unwrapping one of those fancy European candies. Underneath was a decadent temptation just waiting to be devoured.
But Wes kept his focus and his eyes away from his friend's body. A glance or two was expected. Men and women could admire each other without it becoming about sex. Wes would openly admit that he thought Conrad's form was finer than a freshly sharpened pencil on test day. The man had form. Physique. Muscles for days. He'd likely worked very hard to stay in that kind of shape and he ought to be proud of it. Wes had made mention of it at least once but definitely not twice because twice would have meant that he'd looked more than he should.
Or maybe it didn't matter how much he looked. It wasn't like things between them were like that. Appreciation was alright.
Wes snorted at the idea of doing anything physical right now. "I'd rather stay naked then risk getting my dick caught in a bush or falling." He shook his head. "Huh? Oh, this." His head snapped up, looked at Conrad with a brief moment of confusion before turning back to what he'd been working on. "I wrote up what I could remember of what's happened here before. Some people here have been at this place for almost a year. Guess there were dinosaurs at some point," he tapped his pen across the timeline he'd scribbled up. The paper he'd liberated from the back of a yoga instructional book that he figured no one would miss. He lifted it up for Conrad to look at better. Not that he minded the smell of Conrad's bodywash. "You think it's all just random?" He leaned back in his chair and scratched the side of his face. "What's next? They stick us out in the middle of the woods naked?"