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Mark was dripping with sweat. Preparing for a performance is not as easy as it sounds. It required a lot of work and a lot of energy put into work. He was afraid he wouldn't be able to get back to work if he stopped dancing. 
On the other hand he felt as if he would faint if he didn't take a break so he decided it would be better to deal with the consequences later. 
"Markie!", Jackson exclaimed as he sat down next to said man. 
"Come here.", Mark said and Jackson got closer. Mark laid down, head resting on Jackson's well-shaped thighs. Despite being a lot of muscle, it felt great and Mark smiled, curling into Jackson.
"Sleep. We have a twenty minute break."
"Your thighs make excellent pillows."
Jackson laughed and ran his fingers through Mark's sweaty locks.
"Why thank you!", Jackson replied. 
"Can we stay like this forever?"
"I wish. When we're old and gray, we can keep this position for as long as you want."

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