Stonathan ❤️

42

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Mossyrocks1 on ao3

"Hey, Jonathan I finished your newest mixtape are you ready to have it back- OH MY GOD I'M SORRY!"

Will quickly shut the door and fled the area, seeing Steve and Jonathan pressed up against one another, their lips engaging in a passionate fight for dominance, and it seemed as though Jonathan was winning, as Steve was flush against the wall, being pinned down by Jonathan's large hands.

"Wait- WILL! COME BACK! I CAN EXPLAIN!" Jonathan's voice called after him, but he was already in his room, with the door locked.

Will couldn't believe his very own brother is fucking Steve Harrington. This is terrible. If they break up, then who'll drive him to the arcade?!

Will briefly considered venting to one of his friends, but then realized that he'd have to tell everyone that Steve and Jonathan were gay, and if it were him he'd hate- well that's off track, he needs someone to talk to. Someone who'll understand.

Mike.

Mike had to witness Nancy sucking face with Jonathan AND Steve! Which meant he would know exactly how to deal with it!
But the previous issue of telling Mike about Steve and his brother still held up, how was he supposed to vent about this traumatic event without exposing personal information?

Obviously, he had to ask Mike what he thought of homosexuality.
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He quickly made his way over to mikes house, knocking on the door and announcing his presence.
"Mike! Open the door! It's Will!" Nancy's voice rang out from behind the door, Will looked down at the turning door knob.

"Will, What are you doing here?" Mike asked, he didn't seem upset, just confused.
"Did we schedule a hangout that I forgot about? Is there an emergency!? Is it the upside down, is someone...dead?"
Will chuckled and shook his head

"No, no, nothing like that! I just had a question."

"Oh, alright then. Come in, I guess" Mike says, moving out of the doorway as Will inched closer inside the extraordinarily familiar home. He followed Mike into the basement, smiling at the sleepy knots in the back of Mike's hair.

He had grown fond of just about anything and everything about his best friend. He had only noticed this harsh, exhilarating fondness in the 5th grade, when Mike started talking about what girls he found pretty and he found himself sobbing in the bathroom, wishing he was Karrie Jones from the 6th grade.

He sat in his chair in Mike's basement (his very own chair in Mike's basement! That was something that Karrie Jones could never have.) And Mike took a seat next to him, smiling.

"Soo, what did you come over for?''

" what do you think of, gay..people?"

"Oh- uh...they're...uh pretty good at...being gay? I've never met a gay person before, but I say it's whatever. It has nothing to do with me."

"What if someone you knew was gay...?"

"Like, who?" Mike stared into the depth of Will's soul through his eyes, like he was asking the most personal question in the world.

"Like..." Will attempted to form an idea of what to say to Mike to be subtle about it.

"Your brother, or something." Damn it. Mike doesn't have a brother! He's gonna know he was talking about Jonathan now. God, this is awkward.

"I don't have a brother...is Jonathan gay?! How did you find out?"

"I walked in on him...with someone..."

"Who? What were they doing, how did you, uh, feel about it."

Why was he so curious about gay stuff?

"Why are you so curious about gay stuff?" Will blurts without thinking, silently cursing his stupidity.

Mike's eyes grew wide in fear, and they darted down to the ground.

"Y'know how me and el...broke up? Well, I guess you could say I've been curious about some...things."

Will's heart stops in his chest, he can almost feel his brain racing to picture a life where it's possible for Mike to love him back.

"I'm...gay, Mike."

The world goes silent, and Will feels his eyes tearing up, and dread filling his stomach, what if Mike just said he was curious as some sick prank to trick him into coming out?

No, Mike wouldn't do that, even if he's changed a little from the sweet loving best friend that he was before, he would never be that cruel.

"Oh. Cool."

"That's...it?"

"What were you expecting? It's cool. I don't mind."

"O-oh okay. Okay."

"Can I kiss you?" Mike says, plainly, as if it was nothing but a math equation.

"What? I'm not going to be your, uh, sexuality guinea pig!"

"No! That's not what im trying to do! I...like you, Will! I think I always have!"

"Really?" The world around him came crumbling down as soon as those fateful words came out of Mike's mouth, twisting his stomach together and making his heart burst in his chest.

"Finally."

"What do you mea-"
Will pressed their lips nervously together, smiling into the kiss when Mike squeaked in shock.

It was perfect. His heart exploded into twenty million symphonies that he had thought would be forever unsung, but here it was, here he was, holding Will in his arms and making him forget it all. Will had never felt like this, his hands grasping onto the soft fabric of Mike's sleep shirt.

Just then, the basement door creaked open, and Jonathan ran into the room.

"Will, I'm so sorry you had to see tha- oh! Bye."