Gatlin's breath caught in his throat. He was taken by surprise, being pounced as he was. It took a moment to register that it was in fact Mark that pinned him to the wall, and that Mark's very hard cock was rubbing against his thigh. Gatlin felt his own arousal grow, his cock answering in hardness against Mark's. His left hand gripped Mark's shoulder, his right hand held against the wall, out of the way.