"Come on. You're almost there. Toucj the floor with your elbows."
Mark is lying on the floor, legs at a 45 degree angle, hopelessly trying to stretch, while Jackson watches in amusement.
"If I do, will you kiss me?" Mark grunts in an attempt at being bold, although his wandering gaze betrays him.
"You don't need to ask that. I can kiss you whenever you want." Jackson laughs and approaches him with a playful smirk.
"Then hurry up and kiss my pain better, you punk" Mark complains grumpily, his ears red at his own words.
And Jackson doesn't need to be asked twice. Neither does he ask about what it will mean on their relationship, because he knows nothing will change.
Because they don't need to say out loud what they already know.
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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.
