"Well I don't trust you enough to close my eyes you perv." Mark states looking between his fingers, only to see Jackson's smirk.
"Well too bad. Now play some music." Jackson stretches his arms. "I won't play the piano." Mark deadpans and Jackson looks at him in shock.
"You dance modern dance, you need to practice." Mark explains sitting on the floor.
"Shit it didn't work. " Jackson mumbles under his breath and speaks up. "Well tell me your secret at least."
"First of all...
Close your eyes."
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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.
