Stonathan ❤️

60

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Mossrocks1 on ao3

A/N: I might end this smutbook at 100 chapters but I might nottt so we'll see

It had been one of those parties, one of the parties that secretly made Steve want to rip his skin off and hide away in his room, but it was likely that some drunk couple was already filling his bed. He hated parties, they reminded him of everything he had to be.

He knew he couldn't change. He was the king of the school, the rich party boy player, but a part of him was desperate to be more, or maybe to be, less. Maybe he just wanted to live, maybe he just wanted to, be?

He wanted to go to school, and not be stopped by every single person who saw him. Asked him when he was throwing another party, if he was 'seeing anyone', or if he wanted to be seeing anyone.

Truth is, he did want to be seeing someone. He wants to be seeing Jonathan Byers, the school "creep" and his ex-girlfriend's current maybe-boyfriend. It's not like anyone knew about that at the moment though, and if he could help it, nobody would ever know.

He took a large swig of the beer that his shaking hands gripped onto.

Jonathan was here, forced to another party by Nancy, who had been forcing him to every single party that Steve invited her to.

He would have felt bad for Jonathan if it weren't for the fact that he was joyous to even see his face, to smell his cheap cologne, to hear the way his sentences died in his throat when he was flustered.

He wasn't quite sure where the man had run off to, but steve could assume that he was huddled in a corner, talking quietly to Nancy, maybe they were kissing, Maybe his arms were wrapped around her waist, protecting her from the party environment. Maybe she took his hand and led him up the stairs, into Steve's room, and maybe he turned bright red as she stripped, maybe he asked if it felt good, and maybe she said yes.

He finished the beer in his hand.

He felt the flush of drunkenness rush to his face, burning his eyes. His body felt heavy, and pins and needles wiped their way through his slender body.

He was wasted. How much had he drunk again? 5 beers, 6? Probably more than that, if he was this drunk. He thanked god that this party was at his house.

He walked aimlessly when suddenly he slammed into another partygoer.

"Ah! Sorry, uhm, Steve, are you, uh, okay?"

It was Jonathan, flushed and stammering, he mumbled an apology in his Jonathan way, his eyes avoiding Steve's.

"Hah, it's okay man, I want to kiss you."

"What! Y-You're really drunk! You don't know what you're saying!"

"No, I'm being honest, I really wanna kiss you!"

"No, you don't, I'm a guy, you don't like guys, you like Nancy."

"I liked Nancy but now, I like you, and now I wanna kiss you!"

"You are way too drunk to kiss anyone. Let's go lay down."

"Taking me up to the bedroom? Classy!" Steve says drunkenly, messing with Jonathan's thin copper brown hair.

"S-Stop that..."

Jonathan carried Steve up to his room, handing him a cup of water, and a few hours pass as they talk about everything and nothing all at the same time.

"Have you kissed, uh, any guys?"

"Only a couple, I kissed Tommy, only once, and some guys while playing truth or dare."

"But you, uh, offered me a kiss, why?"

"It's stupid..."

"I want to know."

"I just wanted to kiss you, I always have."

"Always? What, since preschool?"

"No, No, probably not that long, maybe middle school?"

"Middle School! But, junior year, you dated Nancy, was she just a cover?"

"No! No. I really did love her! I don't know what it's called, or if it's just me, but I think I like them both. Like boys and girls..."

"Me too."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. I think I've always kind of had feelings for you, too."

Steve's eyes go wide, his mouth forming into a small smile, and to Jonathan, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

He brings his eyes back to Steve's beautiful hazel ones, smiling back softly. He seals the gap between them softly, gasping as Steve's soft lips press against his chapped ones.

Steve kisses back, he had been waiting for this opportunity since middle school, and it had been everything he dreamed of. Jonathan's arms wrap around his waist, and he feels so protected.

He reaches to take his shirt, invigorated by the blush that covers Jonathan's face as he looks him up and down.

"I see why so many girls to dying to sleep with you."

"Are you dying to sleep with me?"

"Absolutely."

They continue to kiss, and Jonathan presses Steve into his mattress, and it jyst feels so full of love, as Jonathan kisses his neck, whispering sweet nothings against his Adams Apple, Steve sighed in contentment.

"Does this feel good to you?" Jonathan asks, shyly.

"Yes, nothing could feel better."