"An old man? I don't know what you're talking about. It's what all the young people are singing in the shower where I come from."
Conrad was teasing. He knew the Beatles were probably considered to be 'old people' music in the future.
Not that he was particularly worried about that detail right now, what was considered to be old people music and what wasn't. Wesley was kissing him in the elevator and something grew hot within his core. Wesley's lips felt so good upon his own. So warm and soft and inviting.
When the elevator doors opened, Conrad practically stumbled out with Wesley. He was chasing after him again, like he had at the skating rink, his body language some mix of playful and eager. He leaned down to kiss Wesley, again and again, until they somehow made it to his door. Even then, he didn't stop. He had Wes right up against the door while he blindly fumbled for his key; checking one pocket, then the other to locate it.
"You like to hear me sing?" Conrad smiled into the curve of Wesley's neck, carefully pushing the door open behind him. "If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true, and help me understand.." Conrad's voice was low in volume as he sang, almost a whisper. All the while, he guided the other man deeper into his room, gently tugging him towards his bed. "Because I've been in love before, and I found that love was more than just.. holding hands--"
Conrad sat down on the edge of his mattress, looking up at Wesley. "You still want to see those bruises?" Because, apparently, they still needed excuses to take their clothes off around one another.