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Lin found that it was very easy to fall back into their usual rhythm. The sharing of their dressing room didn’t help, with Jon curled up beside him, still not in costume even with only a few minutes left before places. But these days Jon’s visits were few and far between; one day here for the Tony’s, two days there to record the show with the official cast, and then he was gone again. Each time he left it became harder for Lin to say goodbye, not knowing when they would get to see each other again. They just had to make sure that they didn’t waste any of the precious time they had together.
When Jon had rearranged his filming schedule so he could come in to play King George again to complete the official cast, everyone was thrilled to have him back. From the second Jon had arrived at the theatre, he became the centre of attention and it was only with a few minutes before the show started that Lin managed to get him alone in their dressing room. The fans had gone crazy when Lin announced live on Periscope that Jon would be returning to the show, so it seemed only fitting for his arrival to be broadcasted through the same app.
“You hit record and then I’ll do a dramatic entrance,” Jon decided as he jumped up from where he was sat beside Lin and hid behind their beaded curtain.
“Hi!” Lin smiled as he began broadcasting and hundreds of people logged in to watch. “We’re going to be on stage in a few minutes, but I told you I would keep my promises and so…” Lin turned the camera to where Jon was hidden and giggled at the sight of just Jon’s nose peeking out. “Okay you can come through a little faster than that!” Lin erupted into a fit of laughter as Jon slid out to stand beside him with a massive grin on his face.
“How slow were you going to go through that thing?” Lin asked with a huge smile plastered on his face as Jon’s arm curled around the front of him.
“I was just going to slowly go through the beads,” Jon replied, his face pressed against one side of Lin’s with his hand caressing the other, causing Lin to chuckle again. “One bead at a time.”
“One bead at a time,” Lin repeated as Jon’s hand slid down and across his neck to land with his fingertips pressed against his collarbone. As Jon’s fingers brushed along Lin’s neck he felt his breath hitch in his throat, even at just the lightest of touches.
Jon’s hand remained at his right collarbone as Lin began reading comments, trying not to get distracted at the warmth of Jon’s body pressed at his side however the words flowing from Jon's mouth he found slightly more distracting. "You two should make out with each other," Jon said nonchalantly, his eyes fixed to the flow of comments. Lin's eyes scanned the comments as they flew past, realising that even though it looked like Jon was reading from the comment section, no-one had actually said that. Interesting.
When the comments subsided slightly, Lin pushed his face against Jon’s who responded with wrapping his arm around Lin’s shoulders and letting his other hand move to cup gently at the base of Lin’s throat. Even at the lightest touch, Lin’s head began to spin and it was as though his brain short-circuited the second Jon let his hand stray to the base of his throat. It was quite common whenever they filmed a short video for the fans for Jon to let his hand come to rest on Lin’s neck, yet despite the length of time they had been together, Lin had never let on that almost every night he fantasised about being shoved up against their dressing room wall with Jon’s hand wrapped around his throat, squeezing the life out of him until he almost passed out. The reason that Lin had never told him was that whenever Jon’s hand strayed to caress his neck it was a soothing, sweet gesture, and that’s what Jon was. Lin, on the other hand, wanted to be pushed, pulled, broken, and he had never wanted to ask Jon to be the one to do that to him. But his control was wearing thin and Jon’s touch was driving him crazy.
A few moments passed with Lin’s eyes glued to Jon’s image on his phone and he abruptly ended the broadcast, throwing his phone to the side as he turned and wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist, smashing their lips together with all the pent up emotions of having not been in the same room together, alone, for what felt like months. Jon’s arms remained draped around Lin’s shoulders as he moaned into Lin’s mouth, letting his lips part to allow entrance to Lin’s tongue. When they broke apart, both gasping for air, Jon let his forehead rest on Lin’s as his eyes fluttered closed.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” Jon whispered as Lin let out a small laugh, his breath warm against Jon’s face.
“Oh I think I do,” Lin replied before his captured Jon’s lips in another kiss, this one a lot softer than the first. When the announcement that there was only one minute until places flooded through the speakers and filled the room, Jon pulled away slightly.
“I think you should probably get dressed,” he smirked at Lin, who usually had the habit of being fully dressed way before he was needed onstage.
“Speak for yourself,” Lin grinned as turned to pick up his coat and boots.
“I have time,” Jon chuckled as he almost had to push Lin out the door who seemed to care more about continuing their make out session instead of being on stage on time. “I’ll be here when you come back.”