Honestly, Conrad wasn't one-hundred percent sure what he was asking for. He knew he wanted to be alone with Wesley. He wanted kisses, he wanted him in his bed. But beyond that, Conrad didn't exactly have a road map of where he wanted to go. Or expectations. He just wanted Wesley in his arms and everything else was just icing on the cake.
Had Wesley tired him out? Conrad shook his head in response to that question, murmuring out a dark-toned, "No, but I'd like you to."
Conrad took hold of Wesley's hips, guiding him back over to the side of the rink. It was pretty ambiguous, what that statement meant. And Conrad would leave it up to Wesley to define it. He got them over to the bench, tugging at his laces and practically tearing off those skates. Only then did it dawn on him that he hadn't addressed one of the subjects he'd meant to bring up much earlier than now..
As he reached for his shoes, he looked over at his friend. "I ah, I almost forgot to mention.. Fox and I are having drinks sometime soon. I know, I know. I need to be careful. I will be careful. But if she's a friend of yours, I'd like to get to know her."