Hell. Jackson was the last person he wanted to see. His brother’s boyfriend. Well, he didn’t know for sure if they were still together. He’d distanced himself from his family so he hadn’t seen his brother in six months. And aside from that, Jackson’s instincts as a reporter were way too good. He’d gotten close to discovering his magic quite a few times. His brother’s powers were so weak he basically lived as a mortal but it was different for Marcus. “Hurry up and come in.” Marcus s reached inside the closet for a towel and started trying to pat his hair and face dry. He blushed and then handed the towel to Jackson.
“Why the hell are you here? Shouldn’t you have gone to see my brother?” He briefly left to go to his room to grab some clothes and some sweatpants. I don’t have a shirt that will fit those muscles but these sweatpants should be fine.
Jackson slipped into his boyfriend's brother's home, trying hard not to most too much just so he didn't spread water everywhere. He didn't object when Marcus started drying his face, it was kind of nice to have a little kind touch from someone who he knew wasn't really fond of him. He had never really gotten along with his boyfriend's family, or specifically, it felt like they avoided him and it was a little confusing to Jackson why that might be happening. He took the towel when it was handed over and started drying up, getting all the exposed skin first before he tried to dry up whatever he could "I thought about it, believe me I did" he didn't know he wanted to go too far into what was happening with him and Marcus' brother "Honestly, your place was the closest one to where i was when the sky opened up and I figured it was time we tried to actually have a real relationship since we have someone in common we need to handle" he said, taking the sweatpants and smiling "I'll just go change... wring these dry in the sink, I'll be right back" he said with a little smile as he took the clothes offered to him and went to the bathroom. he stripped completely nude, dried himself up and wrung the clothes he'd had on as dry as he could. There had been enough water in his shirt alone to fill a bucket so he was sure they would take a while to dry. He hung them up where he could and slipped into the sweatpants, now the only things on his body. They hung dangerously low on his hips, just barely clinging to cover his groin and ass... at least physically his groin was covered, Jackson was so thankful to no longer be soaking wet that he didn't notice that his cock was leaving the biggest imprint on the front of the pants. He walked out to Marcus, casually going over to the couch and sitting down just as a loud crackle of thunder filled the air "Yeah that storm's not going anywhere for a while... I promise, the second my stuffs dry and I can get out of your hair I will but... till then. you wanna try and unwind and actually get to know each other? I mean, gotta kill time somehow"