Wes' eyes went wide and his mouth dropped to the floor. There was no mistaking what Conrad meant by that. His tone alone sent a shiver up the brunette's spine that he barely contained with the tiniest moan. "Oh. Yeah," he licked his lips and ran his eyes up and down his friend's form. "I'll definitely try." His mind already was starting to go wild with the sort of attempts he could make that would 'exhaust' the other man. It was good that Conrad was the one who started moving them because Wes might have put a few of those ideas in action right then and there.
But right. There was more privacy upstairs. Wes didn't resist in the slightest as Conrad got him over to start taking off their skates. His intention was to just kick the damn things off like he'd done to his shoes over the years. The faster, the better. Except as he started, Conrad decided then to drop a conversational bomb.
Wes' legs went right out under and he slammed into the floor on his back. But the pain was secondary. Alright, he groaned a little but assured Conrad that he was alright with a tiny wave of his hand. "You're what? Having drinks with Fox?" His eyes narrowed as he sat up but there was a smirk growing to accompany it. "You know, I think you have an addiction to danger, babe."