"Mm, I'm glad I'm worthy of a second date, Mr. Gibson. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."
Not that Conrad was keen on getting out of bed. It was more that he was ready to cuddle up for the night and hold Wesley until he disappeared. So he'd drag them both to the shower where there would be many, many more kisses. Up against the tiled wall, with those warm droplets of water raining down on them. God, maybe this was a bad idea. Conrad wasn't going to get anything done with dear Wesley in his presence from now on. All he was ever going to want to do was maul him whenever he was within eyeshot.
Somehow, those two lovebirds would eventually make it back to bed (the clean one this time) and Conrad would do as he promised, holding the other man close and whispering sweet nothings into his ear until they both fell asleep.
In the morning, Conrad would be sure to send Wesley a picture of his floor: Wes' underwear - along with the rest of his clothes - were still strewn about across the carpet. The Brit would follow that up with a winking smiley face and a playful, 'Better come get these before I keep them ;) '