Jackson pulled the blanket around his shoulders, shivering slightly as he stepped into the cold night air. Though, seeing Mark shuffling awkwardly on his steps was enough to make him feel incredibly warm, and he braved the night, stepping closer to the distressed boy.

"Mark, what's up? Is something wrong?"

"Yes," Mark faltered, "no, I guess not."

"What do you mean? Do you have something to tell me?" Jackson frowned, worried that Mark had called him outside to tell him drastic news, like that he was moving back to America, or that he would never like Jackson, and wouldn't amuse him any longer.

"I.... fuck this is hard." 

"Mark? You're scaring me...."

Mark suddenly climbed the steps, and once he was standing in front of Jackson, both of their nerves went through the roof. 

"Jackson...." Mark's throat was closing up, but he pushed through it, completely and utterly tired of being a coward. He couldn't bear it a second longer. 

"Mark, you're shaking..." Jackson started to let go of the blanket wrapped around him, intending to give it to Mark. 

Instead, Mark grabbed his arms and opened them, stepping closer and then pulling Jackson's hands around him. "We can share...."

Jackson was speechless, and Mark gulped; now that he was even closer, his heart felt like it would burst out of his chest - how on earth was he supposed to survive through this?

"M-Mark... what exactly are you here for?" Jackson flushed red when he found himself staring into Mark's conflicted eyes. 

"Jackson, I... can I ask something of you?"

Jackson struggled to speak, garbled mumbles wanting to bounce out of his mouth to show how messy his mind was at the moment. Finally, he managed a semi-coherent yes.

"Can I..." Mark leaned his forehead against Jackson's closing his eyes and breathing deeply to gather his courage up. It did quite the opposite to Jackson, who wanted to run away before he embarrassed himself.

"Mark... please don't do this, I have a sensitive heart-"

"I want to test something... Can you help me?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Can I kiss you again?" Mark blurted out, looking just as surprised as Jackson was at his words.

"Could you..." Jackson licked his lips, "could you repeat that?"

"Jackson... can I kiss you again?"

He could only give a faint nod, and Mark smiled, moving his chin forward so that their lips could meet. 

He closed his eyes, and after 3 months of stressing over whether or not he wanted this, needed this, his worries were dissolved - temporarily - as he got lost in the feeling that he was soon growing addicted to.

Aside from their lips, they stood frozen, as if the slightest movement would knock them from this trance. 

And both of them thought that this was something they could never get enough of.