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They pulled off, right before the door got flung open.

"Seven minutes is up," Kunpimook says, motioning for them to walk out. "Did you guys have fun?" He says, grinning as the two walked out and sit back down in the circle.

"I suppose," Mark says, trying to keep things casual.

An hour or two passed, and the game was over. Everyone had ran out of dares by now, and people were starting to get sleepy.

Jackson stands up as everyone leaves, stretching and looking down at Mark.

"You should stay here," Jackson says, smiling softly and yawning. "Because I wanna cuddle."

Mark looks up at him, laughing softly. "Yeah, okay." He stands up, grabbing Jackson's hand. Jackson walks down the hallway to his room, which to Mark's surprise was decently clean. He closes the door behind them, yawning.

"Get comfy," Jackson says, pulling his shirt over his head and flopping down on the bed. Mark felt his cheeks heat up as he looked at the other, biting his lip. He always just thought because of Jackson's kind and sweet nature that he wouldn't have such a toned body, but boy, was he wrong.

"Come on," Jackson says, patting the pillow next to him. "Snuggle."

Mark nods, slowly laying down next to him on the bed. Jackson wraps his arms around him, and his legs too. Mark could feel how strong he was, and it made him flustered.

"What's wrong, Markie? You're red," Jackson says, poking his burning cheek. He leans his head down on Mark's chest, laying there for a moment. "Your heart's beating fast, too." He comes back up, looking at him.

"It's just," Mark laughs softly to himself, running a hand through his hair. "You're hot."

"Oh? I'll turn the fan on," Jackson says, sitting up.

"No, not that kind of hot..." Mark says, mentally cursing to himself. "Like... You. And like..." Mark could practically feel his awkwardness radiating off of him. "Aish, you're making me flustered."

"Oh," Jackson says, laying back down. "I'll put a shirt back on if it bothers you,"

"No, no," Mark says, sighing softly. "It doesn't bother me. I like it."

"Oh." Jackson says, grinning. "You like what you see~?"

"Aish, shut up." Mark says, laughing softly. "You've already caused me to be flustered enough tonight."

"Mm, okay Markie." He says, nuzzling him. "But you should let me kiss you again."

"I'm okay with that," Mark says, laying on his side to face him. Jackson flashes him a smile, gently cupping his cheek that wasn't against the pillow. He inches closer, just barely ghosting his lips over Mark's.

"You tease," Mark says, resting his hands on Jackson's shoulders. "Kiss me already."

"Maybe I like messing with you," Jackson whispers, his lips tugging up a bit into a smile. "You're pretty when you're flustered." He says, gently brushing his lips over Mark's.

"Stop it," Mark says, gripping his shoulders gently. "I wanna kiss you."

"Then kiss me," Jackson says, grinning. "What's stopping you?"

Mark looks up at him through thick lashes, letting out a shaky breath. He presses his lips against the other's, passionately.

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a/n: whoops this was kinda a filler chapter but you got an update so yay

thinking of maybe adding a smut scene??? idk?? thoughts????

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-author em