#s;jackson

magneticx

the music was still blaring loudly through the room, sweat on jackson’s brow was wiped off on his shirt. they’d been practising the choreography for days now, repeatedly. it’d only been a little while since the others left for the night, jackson had been feeling like he couldn’t get it down and he’d tackled mark into helping him out. for no other reason than ‘markson are the best’, which was hardly a good excuse to anyone, but he liked to imagine it was a secret code that only mark would understand. since that night, jackson would say that not much had changed -- but it was a lie. he knew far more about mark’s lips, the feeling of the olders fingertips, the heat that grew between them when they were alone together. everything was becoming built up for jackson, more than once he’d had dirty dreams about mark and he had the thoughts that went through it.

but he was useless at expressing any of that. 

♫ kiss on the nose / jackson / 208 words

"You’re leaving me again."

You shrug the coat on your shoulders (you’d be crazy not to in this freezing weather) and grab for your bag, making sure everything you need is in there. You leave his words hanging in the air deliberately because, well, he’s overreacting. Again.

You turn your back to him and head for the door, ready to leave when a pair of arms wrap around your waist to anchor you to him, preventing your leave.

”_______,” Jackson whines in your ear, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Let go," you murmur; but despite your words you don’t make the slightest attempt to escape from his grip.

"Please," he loosens his hold to turn you around to face him, eyes boring into yours. "Stay with me instead!"

Rolling your eyes, you swat at his chest and scoff. “I’m only going to be gone for half an hour! Stop being ridiculous.”

"It feels like eternity when I’m not with you," he sighs dramatically, giving you the biggest pout he can muster.

You cup either side of his face and lean up to kiss his nose softly. “You’re so dramatic.”