Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

You were serious?

A/N: confessions au

Groffsauce : i'm hungry

Lin : hi hungry i'm lin

Groffsauce : shut up

Lin : make me

Groffsauce : uh- wat

Lin : sorry i really need to get laid

Groffsauce : i'll volunteer

Lin : always there for me, aren't you

Groffsauce : of course

Lin set his phone on the arm of the couch, pulling the bookmark out of his book to read.

He'd been so caught up in the story, he almost didn't hear the knock on the door when it came. Reluctantly, he set the book down, moving to turn the knob.

Groff. Though he didn't know why he was here, he lit up considerably, nonetheless. He always got him in a good mood.

"Hey Groffsauce! Come in," he ushered Jon into his apartment, pulling him by the waist and closing the door behind him.

Jon sauntered over to the couch, wringing his hands together. He was seemingly very anxious.

"Groff, what's wrong?" he asked, placing a hand on each shoulder.

"I'm sorry, it's just nerves I guess. I never know how to start."

"Start....." Lin scanned his face, looking for answers. All Groff could think to do was switch his gaze back and forth between his eyes and his pants. Lin raised an eyebrow and then he got it.

"Wait- I thought you were joking," he stuttered. Groff snorted, resting his forehead on Lin's shoulder while he calmed down from his laughter.

"I thought you were being serious and I wasn't about to pass it up."

"I mean I was- I- jesus oh my god! You really want to?"

Jonathan looked up, shyly.

"I mean yeah, if you want to....."

"Hell yeah," he breathed. He reached a hand up the nape of Jon's neck, into his hair to pull him closer. They stayed there for a moment, taking each other in, centimeters apart. Their breaths ghosted each other's lips as their breathing grew heavier. Jonathan pulled Lin's hips flush against his own, thinking better of it and throwing a leg over his lap, straddling him.

Hands scrambled over shoulders, clinging to torsos, burning with desire. Lin bit at his bottom lip and stuck his tongue in, drawing out a low groan.

Groff pulled away after a while, swollen lips, eyes nearly black. Both were panting severely, trying to catch up with their own heartbeats.

"Woah," Lin gasped as Jon bent down to nip at his jaw, down his neck. He pushed him off gently and, seeing the confused look on Jon's face, grabbed his hand to stand up. He kept eye contact on the way to the bedroom, unable to keep the beaming smile off his face. Groff shut the door behind himself with a foot, hands occupied with the expanse of skin and fabric that was Lin.

Groff woke up two hours later, finding himself alone in Lin's room, tangled in the sheets on his bed. He sat up, running a hand over his face and pulled on the pair of jeans he found on the floor before walking into the kitchen.

The room smelled of breakfast and immediately he saw Lin standing in front of the stove, flipping pancakes.

He snuck up behind him and smacked his ass. Lin yelped, nearly dropping the spatula. Setting it down, he turned around in Groff's arms, a flustered but somehow also cocky smile across his lips.

"Good morning."

"It's four in the afternoon, Lin," he chuckled, exhaustion lacing his voice, "speaking of what're you doing making pancakes at this time?"

"Since when can't you have breakfast for dinner?" Lin chided, "I was just craving them is all."

"Do you always crave pancakes after sex?" he teased. the

"Um- whatever answer is less weird works." Jon's eyes widened in curiosity.

"Wait really?" Lin ducked his head shamefully. "That's not a bad thing I just didn't know that," he assured, brushing a thumb across his cheek. He noticed Lin's eye bags had been growing more prominent over the last few weeks and it was getting worrisome. "Have you been sleeping?"

"I mean....." he hid the side of his face in his shoulder, a little embarrassed, "I try but no mot really."

"Here let's eat these and then we're gonna cuddle up on the couch and you're gonna take a nap while I play with your hair."

"Is this for my benefit or do you just really wanna play with my hair?"

"Why can't it be both?"

"Okay. Deal."