#ajacksonlust

[amarklust]

stumbling over his history x markson

(* rolls his eyes a little at the comment, because even if it does make him something resembling amused, it makes him think of all the others who have come before him and been in this exact position. and that alone is enough to wipe the amusement clean. ) mm.. (* rests his hands on mark’s thighs, the feeling of embarrassment just pending is getting to him, but he looks up when mark’s voice is in his ears again. ) huh? oh.. m. four. … (* spells the password slowly, single characters with long pauses between to make it harder to read as a whole: m4rks0n. )

(`totally oblivious to the whole password, though, if it helps, jackson was making it harder to read, mark opens the laptop and presses the letters.) what kind of password is that? (`he then bothers to question, yet still, most of his focus is now settled on playing with the desktop as he places the laptop on jackson’s chest as a way to keep things balanced) any last words, mandu?

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(* scrunches up his face and huffs out a heavy breath, attempting to stare daggers back at mark but he's sure it holds the bite of a newborn puppy. he never did get the hang of being mad at mark anyway. ) i let you on top, and this is what i get? (* sighs wistfully and pokes mark's stomach, trying to regain the assistant's attention because once he opens the laptop, there's no going back. he thinks about leaving, because he doesn't know how he's going to look mark in the eye in a few minutes. )

(`the puppy stare made him chuckle under his breath, all too entertained with jacksons reaction) what— you got the privilege of having me, mark tuan, on top of you. thats all anyone ever needs. (`theres completely smugness in his voice, which disappear at the poke to his stomach and holding back a pout, cause he was rather ticklish, the male retorts with his own poke to the others cheek, and there was no stalling after that as mark reaches for the laptop, successfully finding it with a grin) password?

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(* starting to regret easing up so quickly, jackson thinks about what he could've had in exchange for letting mark go. now, he's powerless. mark can pin him down and look at the laptop—and jackson gets nothing for it. granted, he'd probably waste the opportunity and ask for something stupid when he could've asked for a kiss. ) don't let it go to your head, hyung. (* calls him that purely in the hope that it'll soften mark, so that he won't be left on the floor while mark browses instead. )

(`he keeps still for awhile, his gaze observing his roommate with a taunting smile) now, now— (`the male begins to look around and his eyes eventually drop on jackson’s bed) you said under your covers? (`it was obvious when there was a lump and mark widens his smile) now, don’t mind if i do. (`there wasn’t a second to consider as the boy leaned to his side, his arms extending to reach over to the others bed)

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(* he's tempted. he's really damn tempted to let mark go and see if he lives up to his proposition. though, with the previous threat of ass-kicking, jackson just simply chews on his lower lip, contemplating. his grip on mark's wrists ease up and he sits back slowly with a hesitant gleam in his eyes. ) show me, then.

(`once the grips on his wrists soften, mark eyes the other in suspicion, truly not believing jackson gave in so fast but after a second of consideration, he goes for it, his back curling forward as he pounces on the other, knocking jackson backwards before settling on his waist) done. (`he then curves a cocky grin) 

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(* an eyebrow arches in disbelief when jackson hears mark's little growl, the other brow raising shortly after. ) you like to be on top, huh? (* licks his lips into a grin, a feeble attempt to change the subject. he really doesn't want his browser history to be seen, but not for the obvious reasons, but because mark is surely to find pages linking to jackson's inquiries of 'how to confess to someone', and 'how to know when someone likes you back'. that might just make it awkward. ) make me.

(`trying to keep subtle, he makes an attempt to keep his gaze off jackson’s lips) jackson, i swear — (`there were some more light struggles as he raises his knees up) — i swear ill kick your ass. (`the threat, though, was nothing more than an empty one and he couldn’t help but scoff at the grin) let go of me and i’ll show you just how much i like to be on top. (`those words weren’t supposed to sound — as they did)

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(—— ` i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line(s) from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter in a drabble. —the song: troublemaker - now )

— lets not grow apart like this.time is passing while we hesitate.

Bambam’s hand reached over to settle down on Jackson’s shoulder, but when it fell, when it had returned to his side and when the back of his close buddy distanced away from him, the assistant blinked. “Jackson?” He called out, though, it was nothing more than a mere whisper as the other was already halfway down the hallway, laughing with another. Someone Bambam didn’t seem to recognize.

He wasn’t still mad at him, was he? 

— come to me now, talk to me.we don’t have a tomorrow.

The cringe in his chest confused the assistant. But he let it slide because Bambam wasn’t supposed to feel lonely. Heck— he wasn’t lonely. Okay, he was just surprised.

"Ah, I’ll just talk to him tomorrow." The male muttered to no one in particular but that didn’t settle the uneasy feeling that bubbled against his stomach and he played with the corner of his lips. Trying to distract himself from his thoughts. The thoughts that played with his fear. Jackson probably didn’t see him come from behind. The older was too occupied with his other friend, the assistant then tried to reason and maybe it was true, but it didn’t make Bambam feel any bit better.

— don’t push me further and further away.us two, right here, right now.before it disappears.

But he knew. He knew it all too well and finally his spoiledness was pushing Jackson away. The only one that stood by his side for so long, granting his wishes and putting up with his selfish needs. Bambam was losing the other and he knew it was affecting him. Jackson wasn’t like his one-night stands. He was someone irreplaceable that stood by his side through thick and thin. Someone Bambam had only repaid by being a brat.

Clutching his knuckles, the assistant watched the duo that was up ahead. They were just a couple of feet in front, enough for Bambam to get a proper view and once he watched Jackson extend his hand to ruffle the others hair, laughing about something that the assistant figured was probably stupid, Bambam cringed once more.

Jackson was only supposed to ruffle his hair.

And Bambam finally admitted to the silence that surrounded him. He needed Jackson.

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i-- (* mentally kicks himself for freezing when he sees mark's pout and he's just too close for jackson to think of anything but pecking his lips. though he's completely snapped out of his daze when he's pulled to the floor and yelps on his way down. he clings to mark, mostly for his benefit now instead of caging mark in his arms, and he's all but sitting on the boy now. he's dumbstruck and frozen in place for a few seconds until his hands move to pin mark's wrists against the floor. ) maybe!

(`he blinked at how everything turned out to be. how his control was easily in jackson’s hands and growled, which apparently resembled nothing more than a lion cub) i should be on top of you— (`and now he’s the one thats dumbstruck, puzzled on how his hands were pinned and how his movements were restricted) one look. thats all i ask for. (`mark then whined and squirmed some move, though, the mission to see the others laptop was out of his mind because he was far too busy thinking about their current position, almost flustered by everything that was happening)

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(* whines and nags and tugs a little harder because dammit when did mark get so stubborn?? ) it has a password on it. (* lie ) and the battery is dead! (* lie lie. but jackson's not taking any second chances so he lunges after mark and wraps both his arms around the boy's torso. ) never!

(`mark glances over his shoulder, a fake pout puckering on his lips) when did you put a password on it? (`cause mark has obviously used the others laptop a couple of times and then pouts some more at the fact it was dead) we can always recharge— (`his words turn into a squeak as he feels the others arms around him, and totally not expecting that, mark falls to the floor, making sure to drag jackson down with him, still he doesn’t stop and curves a dorky smile) is it under your bed covers?