Stonathan ❤️

13

NOT MINE!!

all credit goes to miragehoundd

School was never really for Steve Harrington, there was too much stress dealing with it. The fear of failing, the tougher academic classes, his uncertain future with college and life overall. He could just break down with all these thoughts roaming around his head, teachers and tutors were never any help either, he felt too much pressure to always be right, hearing the little sighs or the annoyance in their voice when he was wrong, no one ever tried to hide it and it made him feel worse. Like a failure. He needed a distraction, something to just take all his worries and stressful thoughts away. Luckily, he knew just what could help. His friend Jonathan usually ditched lunch to go smoke weed in one of the abandoned classrooms on the top floor, it was always the last one down the hall, the other classrooms near it weren't used either, only for testing and finals really. So Steve knew exactly where to find him. Steve never really thought they'd be friends, they were in different cliques, Steve being the stereotypical popular preppy kid and Jonathan was a stoner that didn't care too much for learning or even trying to keep up with academics. Steve didn't judge him, hell he couldn't blame him at times. But after a few smoke seshes, they instantly became friends, despite some of their differences.
Opening the door to the abandoned room, the smell of weed instantly hit him, yeah he was definitely here. Usually he would smoke with his little group of friends, Steve didn't have a problem with them really. They just were not his type of group to hang with really, plus some of them were dicks overall. Jonathan was different though, he may be a dick at times but it was in a teasing, fun way, his friends would take things too far, but Jonathan would always tell them to lay off Steve. Jonathan was actually a good friend, he was nice and genuinely cared for Steve and it showed, hell he even let Steve smoke his weed for free. Jonathan was always there to listen to him about his problems, even if he didn't want advice at times it was good to talk to someone who cared.

It felt nice being heard even if it's in a smoke sesh.

But this time he was alone, good, he liked it when it was just them together, he could always be honest with him. "Stevie! I was wondering if you'd show up today" he was already stoned out of his mind, eyes red and glossy, baggy nirvana with ripped jeans along with combat boots. Steve just smiled and walked over to the worn down couch to sit next to him "yeah I didn't know if I'd come today either But..I just need to get my mind off things for a bit, ya know?" He dropped his bag down on the ground, already greeted with a freshly rolled joint. "I know the feeling, wanna talk about it huh?" he grinned, Steve was already hitting the joint Jonathan passed to him, taking a deep breath and inhaling it all, "nah not right now...maybe later I'm just..I'm" his words drifted as he took another hit. "Hey I get it, don't worry we can talk about something else like uh..oh!" he hits Steve's shoulder, sitting up and turning his body towards him, "proms in like uh... what 2 weeks i think? Have you asked out any girl yet?" he took the joint from Steve "or better yet a guy?" He grinned watching Steve's confused face. Steve raised an eyebrow, "huh? A guy? I'm not... well at least I don't think...no, I'm not-" he was cut off by jonathans laughing "hey you never know man! Like what's his name uh...uhm Tommy! Yeah, Tommy was caught kissing a dude at Tammy's party the other week" he took a long hit of the joint before continuing his rambling, "I'm just saying, dudes these days get a bit curious and kiss guys" Steve swallowed dryly, "really? I've never kissed a dude before.." Jonathan's eyes then met with his, "really?" he bit his lip, looking away from his eyes, "yeah..just, never really thought about it" he lied, he's thought about it a couple times, he didn't want to admit that to him though. Who would? But Jonathan wasn't the type to judge, he didn't want to admit anything that embarrassing
"Do you wanna kiss a dude?" That caused Steve to look back, their eyes meeting again. Steve didn't really expect a question like that, "You mean..someone like Billy or? Because I know he's-" "I meant me dumbass" he cut off Steve's rambling before he could embarrass himself anymore. As Jonathan chuckled a bit Steve looked away, a bit flushed, but now he was awkwardly laughing, "You're fucking with me aren't you?" but jonathans once amused expression changed, he looked a bit more serious but still kept his stupid little grin on his face. "I'm not fucking with you, just asking ya know" Steve didn't know how to say accept this offer, he didn't want to seem so curious for this but he was, deep down he truly was. He's kissed plenty of girls before but this felt different. Different and weird but strangely exciting? "You won't tell anyone?" is all Steve said before glancing over at him. The joint was put down on the table, on some dirty plate he kept in here, "Not a soul" and once again, their eyes met again.
Steve awkwardly shifted, moving to face face Jonathan, "you're seriously not fucking with me right?" the back of his mind kept telling him this was just some fucked prank from Jonathan, but would he really do this? But Jonathan was already so close, too close. He's never been this close to him, or with a guy for that matter. He couldn't help but stare at him, body completely still as he watched him inched his way closer. Before closing his eyes, preparing for the touch of his lips, he studied him, his face, glossy red eyes, the stupid grin on his lips, messy long hair. He noticed the gentle touch of his fingers when it grabbed Steve's chin, almost like to keep him in place.

But Steve didn't wanna go anywhere.

Their nose touched, but only for a brief moment until their lips finally connected. It was gentle, soft. He could smell every bit of Jonathan, the weed was obvious, but was he wearing cologne? He never thought he'd be the type? Did he do it to mask out the weed smell after he was done? He didn't know or could care at the moment, it smelled too good it made his head spin. But this feeling didn't last for long, Jonathan pulled away after about roughly 7 seconds, probably not sure how long they should kiss. But Steve wanted more, craved more, those lips felt like a drug, as cheesy as it sounds, he was already hooked, already addicted. He felt a gentle squeeze on his chin, eyes almost fluttering open to meet with the others. "How was that Harrington?" he was at a loss with words, his face leaning into the gentle touch on his fingers, his face burning up. Coloring his skin with a nice shade of pink. He felt so warm and fuzzy, he knew he was just staring at him not saying anything but that didn't matter, nothing mattered but this feeling. It's like how he got high for the first time, but this felt like a different type of high.
"Hellooo? You goo-" "again" he cut him off, nearly begging at this point, his voice barely above a whisper, "please...again" he just sat there, thoughtless, as Jonathan wasted no time pulling him back in, both their lips resting at the new familiar feeling. it's like their lips were made for each other, it sounds silly but Steve believed it. Jonathan at this moment was just thrilled, the hand moving away from Steve's chin and down to his leg, starting at his knee, giving it a couple squeezes before moving slowly up his thigh, resting it there. Earning a whine from Steve just from his touch, he took this as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue found its way into Steve's mouth, causing him to grab the bottom of Jonathan's shirt, even giving it a little tug. The once gentle kiss turned rough and messy quick, this is when he knew he was hooked, hooked so badly because he never wanted to pull away. Not from this feeling. The room filled with noises from the kiss, it was loud and even a little obnoxious, but Jonathan adored it, especially since he received such sweet sounds from the other, who he was nearly on top of him at this point. Hovering over him like a giant, Steve sat back, body sinking into the worn down couch, allowing Jonathan all the control he wanted.
But of course, Jonathan needed to pull back to catch his breath, Steve? He didn't mind not breathing, he was on cloud 9 at this point. The obnoxious kissing died down to now both of them breathing heavily, eyes reopening to stare at the other and see the others reaction. Now Jonathan was just as flushed and heated as Steve at this point, they didn't say anything for a while until they were able to finally breathe normally again. Both clearing their throats, sitting up but still close to each other, Steve fixing his hair as the other reached back for the joint that stayed on the table. The atmosphere changed immediately, both at a loss for what to say, should they even talk about what happened? They couldn't just ignore it.
They passed the joint around, giving each other a pleased smile before Steve decided to lean into him, his head on the other's shoulder. Inhaling the smoke, Jonathan made a move to wrap his arm around the other, pulling him closer. Things now felt weird, but in a good way? They could tell they each enjoyed it, but what did this mean now? Would this change their friendship? Would they be more than just friends? They were nearly cuddling at this point as they finished the joint, putting it out on the dirty plate that stayed on the table. Checking the time on the clock that hung above the door, 5 minutes until Steve had to leave for class, Jonathan didn't really care too much about classes, skipping whenever he wanted. He nudged Steve a bit, "might wanna get up, class will start soon" no response, "steve?" he looked down, steve was already passed out. Jonathan took this opportunity to pull him along with him, now both laying down, shit he didn't mind taking resting his own eyes for a bit. Steve would probably wake up a bit annoyed knowing he'd missed his last few classes of the day, but how could he wake him up? He did already look exhausted before coming in here, he was probably overworking himself again, staying up to complete assignments and projects just to get a passing grade, which he did not receive at times.
Before Jonathan decided to join Steve and fall asleep, he couldn't help but study his face. He seemed so relaxed, maybe even a little happy? Hand on the others back, rubbing it as he placed a kissed on top of his head, eyes closing slowly, he was fucked. Jonathan was so fucked. He didn't want to leave, not now, not ever, he's never felt this relaxed, this couldn't just be the weed making him so tired. Steve shifted a bit, wrapping an arm over Jonathan, fingers grabbing onto his shirt, almost like he didn't want him to go. Grabbing his jacket from the back of the couch he covered both of them, well, mainly Steve, he was fine without it and Steve seemed to appreciate the gesture. And just like that, they were both knocked out, the only noise now being in the room was Steve's soft breathing.