As far as Wes knew, Conrad was a little clumsy. The first time they'd been down here, they'd ended up in a mess of legs and arms fairly quickly. And there were a lot of bruises on the blonde. He hadn't met Mike yet but from the way Conrad talked about him, he was sure they were all accidental. Still, Wes did make a mental note to count every single one later. He knew if he started now, somebody would call them out for public indecency.
First, he wanted to give Conrad a real date. A good date. Ones that ended with kisses, not punches or stabbings.
"Oh I'll kiss more than your bruises." Wes stole a kiss, hiding the start of that husky tone across Conrad's cheek. He peeled himself away reluctantly. "C'mon, no tempting me until I've at least shown off one thing to you." And he said that just before leaning in and kissing Conrad's other cheek so he was being horrible already. Only when he'd pulled himself at least a few feet, he was able to let his mind go back to the rink. He'd spent the last several days wanting to touch Conrad again. Letting all that affection and longing all in one go was dangerous. He had a purpose tonight. And if a few things happened after he'd reached that goal, well he was okay with that.
He'd grabbed skates for them both when he first got here. Grabbing the right pair for Conrad, he held it out for him and then quickly put on his own. "You know, I've actually been practicing down here." He winked as he finished up tying his laces and then once he was done, he went for the wall divider and easily vaulted himself over, landing lightly on the skates. Thankfully he hadn't fallen this time. He used the skates to push himself backward slowly. Grinning, and maybe feeling a little smug, he lifted his head to Conrad. "What do you think? Impressive?"