This is terrible holy crap I had to force myself to write this because I wasn’t in a writing mood tonight.

Pairing: Linguinler (Linguini/Onceler)

Rating: PG

Summary: Nervous fidgety feels 

This was, without a doubt, the most uncomfortable moment of Linguini’s life. He had never felt more ill at ease and flustered. He was nervous and worried and afraid of screwing things up again and possibly ruining any future chances of getting close to Onceler.

He felt incredibly stupid picking him up on a bike. He could have easily rented a car or a scooter but thought against it because he needed money for rent. Which was stupid too because it wasn’t like he’d get kicked out right away or anything. God he was such an idiot why didn’t he just rent the dumb car?

Although the idea of Onceler sitting on the back of the seat, hanging onto his shoulders, arms wrapped around him and face pressed close to his WAS incredibly appealing. Very appealing. But ugh he couldn’t think about that right now. He rubbed his sweating palms on his pant leg before putting them back onto the handlebars and squeezing anxiously. He checked his watch – 8:35 – he should be out by now shouldn’t he?

What if he forgot? Or got sick? What if he was pretending to be sick because he didn’t want to go on this date in the first place. But no that’s not right why would he agree to this if he didn’t want to go? Maybe he was trying to spare his feelings. Or maybe he got nervous and changed his mind.

“Hey.”

Linguini squeaked and lurched forward when he heard the voice.

“Oncie!” he smiled, spluttering and trying to recollect himself when he realized the other suddenly standing next to him. “You. You look…”

He didn’t notice right away what he was wearing. He looked so different that he usually did. While normally he wore plain jeans and a cotton shirt, tonight he was in a finely tailored dark green tux complete with a silk black tie. His hair was free from the confines of a hat, and strands waved in the light breeze and hung slightly in his eyes.

Onceler looked down at himself when he noticed the other staring.

“You don’t think it’s too much do you? You wouldn’t tell me where we were going. I wasn’t sure how to dress. I… I can go change if it’s too fancy?”

“No! No no no you look. You look amazing. I just… I just wasn’t expecting it.” he gave a nervous laugh and tried to scoot up on the bike seat, feeling horribly embarrassed that his finely dressed date would have to squish next to him on a tiny bicycle seat.

But Onceler didn’t complain, and when he felt his body slide up against his, arms around his waist and chin on his shoulder, he didn’t worry about it either. Instead focusing on the feel of his breath on his ear and the rise and fall of his chest against his back.

“I figured you deserved to see me out of my street clothes for once.” Onceler laughed. And Linguini laughed, and he was about to take off until he felt lips press against his ear and his heart just about shot right out of his chest. His cheeks flushed and he choked on air, unable to think straight or offer any reply to what Onceler whispered.

“Maybe later you can see me out of this too.”