"Well first you have to enjoy what you do. You know, "do what you love, love what you do" bullshit and all, right?" Mark starts and sits on the floor.
Jackson smiles sadly and Mark looks at him.
"Maybe you are able to do so."
"What do you mean?" Mark questions, the slightest bit of curiosity in his voice, and Jackson shrugs.
"Nothing. Well, play me some music." He orders as he gets his T-shirt off.
"The hell are you doing Jackson?" Mark chokes on his air and gasps seeing Jackson topless.
"Well get my shirt off isn't it obvious?" Jackson answers matter-of-factly. "I mean why are you doing that?"
"Close your eyes if you like. But I'm not getting my shirt back on."
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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.
