Mark shook his head, walking back to his room. Gat really didn't need to get involved with this; he didn't trust the vamp with his own life, let alone that of his friend. He didn't want to explain the whole thing to Gat, and have the moron get himself into trouble.
Dropping heavily onto his bed, his hand was automatically back on his cock, quick strokes with his still damp hand trying to relieve himself, so he could at least get to sleep.