" Mark."
For him to not call him by one of those disgusting petnames, Jackson must be serious. They have been in silence for a while now. The morning has just been dancing, and drinking. And back to dancing again.
And as always, Mark looks at him, wordlessly asking what worries him.
"I want to dance with you forever."
"I want that too." Mark smiles softly and Jackson blushes at his unusual bluntness. Mark laughs and ruffles Jackson's hair before turning off the blasting music.
He sits in front of the piano and pats his seat for Jackson to sit on. Jackson blinks but does as told.
"Wanna learn?" Mark smiles tenderly and takes his hand. Jackson smiles joyfully and looks at him expectantly.
"But you have to teach me how to dance at least one of your modern choreographies."Mark jokes, although he actually wants it.
Because by sharing their pasts, they might forget them and build a new future together.
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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.
