"Do you think we'll be disqualified before we even get to perform?"
As always, Jackson asks and Mark answers. He won't say the truth, because that's not what Jackson needs now. Neither does he.
"No. Our performance is better now than it was before. Besides they don't know what we'll do beforehand, so no." Mark assures with a smile as Jackson hugs him happily.
"Markiepoo, do you know that I love you?" He coos tenderly, still not letting go of the poor boy, now a blushing mess.
"I can tell" Mark laughs stroking his bangs as Jackson kisses him once, twice, and then turns on the speaker.
"Shall we keep going then?"
And they kept on practicing for the whole day, trying to show the best of themselves.
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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.
