Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

diner ;)

Jonathan held up his menu, other hand running through his hair, a habit he couldn't shake. It was late in the night and he was in the mood for some pancakes.

There weren't many other people (it was seriously so late and Leah was gonna yell at him for not sleeping at this hour), just the employees and somebody a couple booths away.

Speaking of which, concluding he would get blueberry pancakes (again), Jon set down his menu, meeting eyes with said man who, thus, immediately averted his to the book in his hands, pink hues coloring his ears under the harsh diner lighting.

Jon took a second to look him over (no harm in that, right?). He was hunched over a book thick enough to be the Odyssey, chewing on a thumbnail, fingers twitching. From that, he could tell he was generally jittery (in an astonishingly endearing way). And smart. That was always a turn on.

His eyes flitted up again, hesitant and Jon gave him a soft smile.

Lin felt a rush of butterflies and nerves bundle up in his stomach as they made and kept eye contact.

And then a waiter came to Jon's table and Jon quickly looked away, feeling the man's eyes linger as he ordered. As he chuckled lightly at some joke the waiter made, thanking him before he left for the kitchen.

Jon turned back to the cute guy with big brown eyes but he'd gone back to his book. Normally, he would've been hesitant, not wanting to be rude or interrupt but. It was late. He was tired. And he was bold.

"Psst." He looked up, cocking an eyebrow. Why was that so cute. For a moment he forgot what he was gonna say and he motioned him over to his table.

The guy was hesitant but doggy eared his book (and why did that fit him so well?), sliding it off the table and walking over, scooching in across from him.

"Jonathan," he stuck a hand out.

"Lin," he shook his hand, a little half smile and awe.

"Lin," Jon repeated, letting the name sink in to his brain. He liked that name. "Whatcha got there?" he gestured down to the book tucked under Lin's arm, which he was now moving to set on the table in front of him.

"Les Miserables."

Jon tilted his head, a sudden interest, "You wouldn't happen to be a fan of musicals, would you?"

Lin let out a hardy laugh, all shiny eyes and dimples and it was contagious, Jon couldn't get enough. "I write them for a living."

"Really?!" Okay now Jon was intrigued, impressed really. He'd always admired writers. Musicals, plays, books, songs. All incredible and he didn't compare.

"Yeah," he blushed, looking down. "How 'bout you?"

"Me?" Jon paused. "Well. I am going on Broadway soon....."

Lin sat up straight. "Did- did you just say going on Broadway?!" His eyes were full of light and the waiter chuckled, setting a plate of hot pancakes between them, leaving them be.

"Yeah," he answered softly, enjoying how this excited someone he just met.

"Well," he waved a hand around, expectant. "What show?"

"Spring awakening," he grinned, leaning in. "Now, wanna share these?" he pointed to the pancakes between them and Lin nodded, excited to have found such a cool (hot) friend.

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"I can't believe you basically have sex on stage," Lin couldn't say that he was jealous of Leah.

But maybe he could.......

They giggled, side by side, walking down 47th to some pizza place Lin knew. He stopped them for a moment, pulling Jon to the side and he took a deep breath.

"But you were cute," he leaned in, kissing him on the cheek. He reached down, linking their hands.

"Well this is new," Jon whispered in the small space between them. "I like it," and Jon, being the bolder one, pecked him right on the lips, quick, furry hoods providing just a little privacy on the busy New York sidewalk.

It was so sweet, the way they looked at each other, bright young love.