With a fierce determination burning in his eyes Jackson marches forward. He stops right in front of Mark and both freeze for a split second; then Mark blinks and Jackson's on his knees, a loud cracking resounding when the younger's kneecaps make contact with the marble floor.

The sudden lurch throws Jackson off balance and he teeters forward dangerously. His hand flies up to counteract the force and braces itself on Mark's ripped abdomen, his palm pressing against the front of the elder's jeans to stop himself from making a nose dive straight towards Mark's crotch. The contact males Mark grunt.

Mark stumbles backwards to catch himself but Jackson follows, connected by momentum. When the younger finally manages to stabilise himself he breaks contact and looks up with wide dewy eyes at Mark who returns with an incredulous gaze. Unfazed, Jackson brings both hands up and rests them at his chin and sticks his tongue out flat... Like a dog.

"Damn it, Jackson," Mark groans, slapping his palm over said male's face and pushing him away. "I said stop it with the Wang puppy impressions already."