Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

Lovestruck

A/N: established au, based off a poem i wrote in like July

Lovestruck
Never stuck
Only with luck

They always flowed together so nicely. Always in sync. Lin thought of record players: old enough to be forgotten yet keeping that feeling of adventure and dizziness to it. Always spinning. Spinning they were, dizzy with love, memories blurred around them while a frequency yet unknown to man filled their lungs. It was more than love, somehow. More than life.

He ran a hand through Groff's hair. Groff, who was currently dozed off, drooling on the pillow, clinging to Lin's body like a lifeline.

Lin figured maybe it should be strange. Strange that they'd been married for ten years and, still today, there wasn't a strand of hair he didn't want to feel, hold. Not a speck of his blue-green eyes he didn't get lost in, an inch of skin he didn't want to rediscover. His audacity, confidence, passion surprised him every time, reminding him just how much he loved this man.

He observed as the sun peaked through the shades, leaving streaks of light across Jon's chest, enhancing his cheek bones and he simultaneously thought about how unfair it was for him to look like that and how lucky he was to be with him.

He looked so fitting, sparkling under the morning sunlight.

Suddenly, angelic tones disturbed the sparkling silence.

"Lin, why're you a worm?" Jon groaned. Lin's brow furrowed as he blinked a couple times.

"Jon?" he whispered, "Are you awake?" No answer. Must've been sleep talking.

A couple minutes later he stirred awake, woken to quiet tunes if Mozart filling the room.

Jon always appreciated that little gesture. Neither said the phrase too often but love was evident in all the little things Lin did for him.

Squinting lids open, Jon found himself still in Lin's arms, Lin who was still playing with his hair, twisting, massaging his scalp. He leaned into the touch as he arched his back, stretching.

"What were you dreaming about?" Lin asked softly, voice a bit groggy. Jon had to think for a moment.

"We were at the Richard Rogers, doing Hamilton. I walked by you in the Reynolds Pamphlet and suddenly you turned into a worm." Lin had to bite down a giggle because he could tell Groff wasn't quite done with the story. "It was weird because you were a worm but you were still wearing that bright green suit...."

"That was the weird part?" Lin snorted.

"Yeah. Then I looked up and there was a big sign that read, 'Centipeder Wormilton.'" Lin spit out nonexistent water, unable to contain the inevitable laughter.

"Y'know," he booped Jon on the nose, "I might have to make that my next Broadway musical."

"Mmm you better," Groff said, struggling to stay awake, the soft music and the comforting vibrations of Lin's laughter lulling him to sleep. He snapped awake, "Coffee. Where's coffee?"

// // //

Jon couldn't sleep. He stayed awake, thinking. Were they thoughts though? Or were they simply feelings? Feelings of love, affection he couldn't control? He thought of flashlights, trapped in the dark, they found each other, doomed to misdirection if they'd let go.

He looked to his left. Lin was curled up on the other side of the bed, snoring softly. They were little kitten snores. He was clutching a pillow, a pillow soaked in tears.

Lin got sad sometimes, he got stressed, mad at the world. All Groff wanted to do was be there for him. Him who he somehow still couldn't fathom. Him and his dark eyes you got lost in, his dreamily soft hair, lips, curves. Him and his radiant energy and necessity to make other people happy.

Him who was presently glowing in the midnight moonlight. Jon always thought he looked best like this, under the moonlight. It outlined all his best features, bringing a soft glow to his skin, shadows defining all the right places.

He was beautiful.

Then Lin turned over in his sleep, slinging an arm over Groff. He missed his shoulder, shoving the pillow in Jon's face.

Jon grunted quietly, moving the pillow off to the side, cradling his head into his chest, running hands through the silky, dark locks.

They fit together so nicely. They always stayed lovestruck.