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Gavin had done, it was only because Mark had driven him to that.  Mark started to really grind down against him.  Maybe he could give him some sort of satisfaction that he hadn't the previous night.  Besides, it would be extremely satisfying to make him come like this.
    “Mark,” Gavin gasped, his fingers digging into Mark's hips as he pulled the older man down against him more frantically than ever.  That thick cock was throbbing between them, pulsing with lust, and Mark was pretty sure he was going to get what he wanted.
    Gavin was so beautiful.  Too damn beautiful.  Mark growled, and then leaned down, still grinding against him.  Very deliberately, he bit down on Gavin's neck, marking him just as he'd done to Mark the night before.  Let everyone see that, and know Mark had done it.
    He was going to make this man come.  He could tell that Gavin was already so close, he could feel his tense, hot, trembling body beneath him, he knew he must be fighting it off, probably out of pride.
    “It's okay,” he said, mischievous but also compassionate.  “I won't tell anyone.  Come for me.”
    Just like that, like Mark's words had drawn it out of the younger man, Gavin came.  Mark felt the hot wash of come as Gavin's cock jerked and he groaned and writhed and moaned under him.
    It helped.  Maybe Gavin was cuter, younger, more wholesome.  Maybe he had a voice like honey or caramel, and maybe he sung Mark's songs better than Mark did himself.  But no man had ever made Gavin come like that.  Mark would have bet serious money on it.
    He didn't hate the look on Gavin's face, either.  There was pleasure there, and also shame.  Maybe Mark had found a way to get some of his own back. 
    Casually, he swung a long leg over Gavin and shifted off of him.  He went to his bags and pulled out clothes, both for himself and for Gavin.  With no concept of body shame, he stripped off, tossing fresh clothes at Gavin.
    “Here, kid,” he said casually.  He got dressed, then ran his fingers through his long blond hair.  The whole time, he tried not to watch Gavin as he dressed, tried not to love that his clothes hung off of the smaller man.  And he failed utterly, no matter how casually he acted.
    Luckily, Gavin seemed lost in his own humiliation.  He didn't even seem to notice when Mark stared at him.  What was his story?  All that Mark really knew from the previous night was that the man was not straight.  Inexperienced with guys, yes, but definitely not straight.
    Those dark eyes met his, and Mark tilted his head, a smirk firmly in place.  Smirking was safe.  Smirking said that he was in control of this, he was in charge, that he didn't want Gavin just as much as Gavin wanted him.  That his body wasn't throbbing to take him back to bed and not let him out until he'd had his fill.
    “Thanks,” Gavin said, his gaze direct and level, clearly determined to say this.  He didn't specify, but he didn't really have to.  Thanks for the clothes, sure, but also thanks for getting the gorgeous young man off.  At least he was grateful.
    Gavin turned for the door, and Mark growled softly, his hands gripped tightly into fists at his sides.  He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted anyone as much as he wanted this man.  It was a grave injustice, and just one more thing for him to hold against Gavin.  He knew that wasn't fair.  He didn't care.
    “Hey, kid, I know a few goddamn ways that you could thank me,” Mark growled once he knew that Gavin was safely gone, once the door was shut.
    Quietly, he started to pack.  But when he picked up the pants that had Gavin's come on them, he groaned softly.  How impossible was it that the person that he hated most was also the person who had gotten his attention far more thoroughly than anyone had in a long time?
    He should just let Gavin go.  Take a long time packing so that the other man would be gone when he came out.  Instead, he rushed through it, then headed for the door,