He laughed along, knowing the bow-legged thing was for sure in his future. But he wasn't even the slightest bit upset. "I always thought I'd make an excellent cowboy and you," he moved a hand down Conrad's side, tickling his fingers down to his hips where he squeezed them playfully. "You make a lovely stallion."
They'd just pulled apart barely a few minutes and already Wes was throwing an arm around Conrad's shoulder and pulling them back together. Legs and ankles and all. He spread his fingers through Conrad's messy blonde hair, massaging through every handful. His body was boneless. The only energy he had left he was saving for the trip to the bathroom and then back to his room at some point. But he could lay there and spend hours going through Conrad's hair like this, watching him slowly fall asleep. That was how much he-
Wes swallowed hard. No, he didn't. Not that. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd felt that way. The sudden urge to say it now, of all times, was too convenient. It was just the post-sex high. He was letting his emotions run too wild. But how could he not when Conrad kept doing these little things that just made him happy? Wes grinned, nudging his nose back into Conrad's. "I, um ..could I stay? Here, with you? Until the hotel moves me later, I mean."