Mark starts playing softly and Jackson can do nothing but look at him, mesmerized by the way Mark's pretty, because Jackson can't find a better word to describe them, hands caress the piano.
So he stands there in the middle of the room, until Mark breaks the silence.
"Don't you dance to relax?" He frowns and accidentally slips a wrong note, biting his lips afterwards. But Jackson looks at him, his features visibly more relaxed before murmuring,
"Thank you Mark. But you've already given me what I needed. I won't bother you anymore. "
He says as he bows with a sweet smile and leaves the room.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
