"Jackson?"
"Oh, now you are asking?" Jackson asks in return and Mark nods. "Do you think we will still be together after tomorrow?"
"Why wouldn't we?" He shakes his head. "You're the best that's happened to me. And I'm not letting you go that easily. "
"Promise?" Mark smiles tenderly at his words, and Jackson intertwines their pinky fingers with a hum.
Their hearts are beating madly, and they don't know if it's because the ticking clock signalling the passing time, or their intimate closeness. Bit it's a pleasing feeling somehow.
"Now let's sleep. Tomorrow will come, whether we wait for him awake or asleep."
And their hearts knew, they would keep beating in the same direction, same rhythm.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Historia CortaIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
