Roger grinned devilishly. "I usually do," was all the said, enjoying the feel of Marcus against him.
He almost felt bad for the woman. Almost. But the prospect of Marcus not having had sex with her was far too appealing for him to get too worked up.
Contented and relaxed, Roger drifted off to sleep. He was vaguely aware of clinging to Marcus like a limpet as he carried Roger into his room. He wasn't aware of how long Marcus had to lie beside him until he finally loosened his death grip on the poor man. He also wasn't aware of how long it took Marcus to figure out how to turn the television off, though he would have laughed had he known.
When he woke up, there was a note, and he was alone. He stared at the note for a long time before deciding to go drown and have a long shower.