Mark glares at him, and Jackson grins sheepishly.
"Play me some beautiful song so that I can relax. You don't want me bothering you with my outburst now do you?" Jackson pouts and smirks teasingly.
"I thought you only danced modern? "Mark points out, siting in front of the piano, his long beautiful hands already on the tiles.
Jackson looks away. He feels like he should tell someone. Anyone. But he doesn't want to.
Not yet.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Storie breviIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
