Stonathan ❤️

53

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Mossyrock1 on ao3

"In the rearview mirror, I saw the setting sun on your neck."

Steve had woken up early that morning, dreading the eventual 7-hour drive that he'd be traveling alone. As of late, he'd hated the idea of ever being alone, and especially not visiting Max in the hospital alone for the first time.

Everyone had told him that he should visit her by himself, and say what he wanted to say before they removed her from life support in a month (unless by some miracle, she woke up before that.)

He had tried asking Dustin, Robin, Nancy, and even Joyce to come with him, but they all had things to do and Nancy had been weirdly distant from him since she and Jonathan broke up.

Nancy had recommended that he ask Jonathan and while he knew that Jonathan would probably say yes out of the kindness of his heart, but he had been much too in love with Jonathan recently to even consider it.

He caved though, accepting his fate, and on a fateful, burning summer day, he hopped into Jonathan's car and hoped he wouldn't do anything that was too obviously gay.

They arrived at the hotel they were staying at for the two days they would be in Indianapolis, it was relatively nice, but it was small, and the smell of old furniture lingered in the building like a spell.

They walked into the room, and as soon as they did, Steve's stomach filled to the brim with panic and an undertone of arousal.
He quickly shook off the homosexual thoughts as quickly as they arose.

"I'll sleep on the floor, there's no need to worry, you've been driving all day so you deserve it!" Steve quickly stammered out, hoping that Jonathan wouldn't argue too much.

"No! We can share... it's not a huge deal, and it's a pretty big bed..."

Steves's face grew bright red and his stomach dropped along with his heart.

"Uh, okay, if you really don't mind."

At this, Jonathan let a small smile break onto his face as he tucked himself into the bed, gesturing for Steve to join him in bed.
He complied and quickly fell asleep after that.

He was awakened by a nightmare of flesh sizzling and ripping, of demobats filling his body with wounds, killing him, just like they killed- it wasn't important what he was dreaming about.

He looked down to see a lanky, tan-ish set of arms around his stomach, and feel a body pressing up against his. He was tempted to free himself from the embrace of the man next to him, but all further thoughts were interrupted by Jonathan rolling his now obviously hard dick against Steve's ass.

It felt good but he felt terrible about the fact that he was using Jonathan's wet dream for pleasure, and that's when he heard it.

"Steve." It was breathy and so, so obscene and so, so sexy. He felt his dick go from half hard to fully hard, and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep this off.

"J-Jonathan, wake up!" He started shaking him awake, ready for the impending embarrassment.

"Yeah? Is something wron- oh..." His face was fully crimson and it quickly spread to his neck. "I can leave, and go get myself another room..."

"No."

Jonathan tilted his head to the side, his face still burning red.
"Why not? Don't make yourself uncomfortable just because of pity."

"No! No! I want...to..uh...well, I was into it, is what im saying I guess. I want to do whatever you were dreaming of."

"O-oh. Uh, are you sure...because you might not like exactly what I was dreaming of, I know you've slept with a lot of girls, and this would be completely foreign to you."