"I said no."
"At least help me express my feelings!" Jackson whines and Mark sighs. "Fine." And he plays the modern music, but Jackson shakes his head.
"Not this. I want your music." He demands childishly. But I hate playing the piano.
Mark buffs in annoyance but starts playing nonetheless. Jackson's movements are stiff, his body aching every step he takes. Mark notices and stops.
"Do it like this." Mark orders while grabbing Jackson's waist and moving it slowly, combining Jackson's arm as well. Jackson smiles tiredly and hugs him. Mark squirms uncomfortably and stutters.
"Jackson I-
"Thank you so much Mark."
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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.
