Stonathan ❤️

23

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to oSlug_Girlo

What was Steve doing? He was sat in his car next to Jonathan in an empty lot, leg bouncing up and down, looking anywhere but at the boy next to him.

"Steve?" Jonathan was looking at him. He refused to meet his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"We're here. Want to tell my why?" Steve hadn't thought it through before dragging Jonathan out in his car, saying he'd tell him why when they get there. He didn't have a 'why', he had no clue what he was doing.

"Uh, well, we haven't talked much, you know, since..." since we attacked that Demogorgon "Since everything went on and I just wanted to catch up, you know?"

"We couldn't have done this inside? Not in a shady ass parking lot?" Jonathan quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Hey, it's not shady! I come here all the time." Steve huffed.

"You-" Jonathan was stifling a laugh under his hand, Steve turned at this. Jonathan looked beautiful when he laughed. "Sorry, sorry. But, you hang out in a parking lot? Jeez, not got enough asshole friends to entertain you?" He was now flat out smirking at him. Jonathan Byers. Teasing him. Steve could get used to that.

Steve blushed. "It's quiet, you know? No one ever comes here, I can sit by myself and just... watch the stars, be alone. Is that weird?" He looked up sheepishly at Jonathan. His smirk faded to a small, genuine smile.

"No, it's nice. My house is never quiet anymore, I think it freaks mom and Will out. But I've always liked the quiet, it's peaceful. So, no. It's not weird. Promise." Jonathan held eye contact for what Steve thought was the longest time since they'd known each other. Steve's heart was thumping.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Jonathan spoke up again.

"Thank you."

"For what?" He hadn't done anything special, right?

"For telling me that. I get the feeling you're not a very open person,"

"What gave that away?" Steve deadpanned making Jonathan chuckle lightly.

"So, thank you. And thanks for taking me here. Sharing this with me."

"No problem. And, if you ever wanna just get away from it, I'm 100% down for a couple of hours to escape in the quiet." What was he doing? This was his place, and he was letting Jonathan in, and offering to tag along?!

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are we here?" Steve sighed.

"I just- I wanted to talk. Alone. And, I don't know what I'm doing but we can go back-"

"Talk about what?"

Steve froze.

"Huh?"

"Talk about what, Steve?" Jonathan looked slightly concerned, making Steve's heart swell even more.

"Jesus, Byers don't look at me like that."

"Like what? Steve, what is going on?"

"Like you actually care! Like I'm worth being nice to, worth being concerned about. Nancy left me because she obviously likes you, not me. And yet you're being nice to me? I don't deserve it, I was an ass to you and you are treating me like a friend. Why?"

Jonathan smiled at him.

"Because you are my friend, Steve. And I do care about you. Why don't you get that? You came back to us. You saved us, for fuck sakes! Steve, you're good."

Steve stared at Jonathan, at the earnest look in his eyes, at the desperation in them to believe him. He didn't deserve him. He didn't. But, God, did he want to believe that he was worth it. That Steve was worth his kindness, worth his compassion, worth his time. And in that moment, he almost did.

His hand reached up before he could stop it, resting gently on Jonathan's jaw. Brown eyes searched his, slightly scared but trumped by intrigue. Whatever it was Jonathan was looking for, he must have found it as his face relaxed and he leaned in slightly; subconsciously, Steve guessed. He took that as an invite, and pressed his lips softly against Jonathan's, the guy he used to hate, the guy he used to ridicule and mock, the guy he now had in his hands and never wanted to let go.

Jonathan pulled back, opening his eyes slowly and gazing up through lashes at the boy beside him. And if that wasn't the hottest thing Steve had ever seen.

"Fuck, Byers," Steve smashed his lips back against Jonathan's, all greedy and messy. Steve wasn't used to losing it like that. He had a reputation as a lady's man and knew how to get what he wanted. But Jonathan was rendering him incapable of basic thought processes, and he was kissing him back.

Jonathan was tugging at Steve's bottom lip and Steve whimpered, mouth opening, allowing Jonathan's tongue access to his mouth. Where the fuck was this coming from? Not that Steve was complaining. Quite the opposite as he kissed back, matching Jonathan's hunger, catching his tongue between his teeth, making the younger boy hiss.

His arms snaked down to wrap around Jonathan's waist as said boy's hands locked around his neck. Steve was in heaven. He could never have imagined that this is how the night would turn out. His hands pushed up Jonathan's shirt, feeling the soft skin and making Jonathan shudder.

"Steve," Jonathan breathed. He didn't move more than an inch away from Steve, staring into his eyes.

"God, you're hot," Steve leaned in again, hands slipping into the waistband of his jeans. Jonathan gasped into his mouth, and Steve dropped his hand lower, feeling the half hard dick in his pants. What was he doing? He'd never been with a guy before, he had no idea how to make Jonathan feel good, but damn it was he going to try.

Feeling confident, Steve unzipped Jonathan's pants, pulling his growing cock out. Not that he had much experience seeing other dudes' dicks to compare it to, but it was gorgeous. Before he even knew what was he was doing he was bending down and taking the head in his mouth.

"J-Jesus, fuck," Jonathan moaned. The angle was awkward and he didn't know a lot other than what felt good when girls blew him, but he was going to get more noises out of Jonathan if it killed him. He ran his tongue over the head over and over, feeling Jonathan writhe beneath him. The boy's hands slid into Steve's hair and gripped hard, causing him to moan around his dick.

Taking more of the shaft in his mouth, Steve dared to look up at Jonathan and saw him staring down at him, his eyes filled with awe, and Steve's determination hit him full force. He swallowed around the dick in his mouth over and over while bobbing his head up and down, hearing strangled moans being ripped from Jonathan's throat.

"Steve," Jonathan tugged at Steve's hair, and Steve knew he was close. But he couldn't seem to stop. He kept sucking and moaning, ignoring Jonathan's warnings above him until he felt his release spill into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but he could help the dribble down his chin. He looked up sheepishly at Jonathan, fully expecting him to be disgusted by what just happened.

But Jonathan just swiped his thumb across his chin, and Steve took the digit in his mouth.

"So, is this what you wanted to talk about?" That smirk Steve loved returned to his face with a blissful edge to it.

"No. This was better." He grinned back at the beautiful boy across from him.

Oh, yeah. This turned out great.