"Catch you? I think I can manage that.." Conrad narrowed his eyes, putting a little more steam in that engine of his and raced after Wesley. Now he was aggressively chasing him. But only because Wes had taunted him, like a matador flagging down his bull.
By the time Conrad got his arms around Wesley's midsection, he was spinning the two of them together and laughing -- until, once again, the other man's words stunned him into silence.
It wasn't odd that Wesley had referred to this as a date. Because it was. It was the fact that Wesley had voiced that he wanted this to be significant, a good memory. Conrad's heart ached in his chest. He brought them to a stop, his eyes locking with his friend's. "Wes, this is already far better than.." Being stabbed? Okay, bad comparison. He started over. "Just being near you is all I need in order to have a good time. It doesn't matter what we're doing, I just want you."
Conrad craned down, pressing a kiss to Wesley's lips. It was sweet, though, that there had been some real emotional intent behind this request to go skating. And Conrad really hoped that Wesley knew that he didn't need to try all that hard to make his night. He leaned back, trying desperately to control that elated smile on his face. "Now show me, what's this other move of yours?"