"Now," Mark's soft voice makes a shiver run down his spine. "Give me your hand."
Jackson does as he's told and Mark extends their arms. "How would you express to your girl you want her to stay? How would you beg for her not to leave you?"
"You mean with my arm?" Jackson asks perplexed and Mark hums. "That's what you call expressing your feelings."
"Fine." Jackson energetically pushes his arm and his body stays where he initially was, eyes closed.
"Well now I get it why you haven't ever gotten yourself a girl." Mark states plainly, and if Jackson had his eyes open, he could see the shadow of a smile on Mark's lips.
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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.
