Draven grins again, then pulls back. Something about a BBQ? He shakes his head, dildo envy apparent on his dark features. He feels a tight buldge in his jeans, and, with a laugh, heads into the bathroom to take a cold shower. Maybe he could sneak into Mark and Dugles's room later. Those boys never lock their door...<br/><br/>"Hey, Shawn. What's up, man?" he askes, seeing the man studying himself in the mirror.