"Wait. And what do I get for giving you my gift of pouring emotions or whatever bullshit you just said?" Mark asks while turning the player on and morning for Jackson to give him the music.
"You get my love of course." Jackson grins to which Mark scoffs. "As if I care."
"Fine fine."Jackson tries to bribe him into helping him another way. "What about chocolate?"
Mark's ears perk up and his expression lightens.
"A mug of the best hot chocolate in town." Jackson promises enthusiastically seeing the other's interest.
"Hot chocolate is worth starting the World War III."
And with that hot chocolate promise, Jackson has what he needs.
Which isn't only his help.
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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.
