Stonathan ❤️

65

NOT MINE!!

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"Water time," Steve shouts over the music, plucking one red Solo cup out of Jonathan's hand and sliding another one into its place.

Jonathan dutifully sips at the water. Damn, he was way more thirsty than he thought he was.

"How ya doing?"

"Great," Jonathan says, accidentally spilling a bit of water down the front of his shirt. He giggles. His cheeks are a little sore from smiling, but everything else is nice. Everything is so nice. The music is nice, the people are nice, the drinks are nice. Steve is nice.

"Successful experiment?"

"Oh, yeah." Jonathan laughs. "Yeah. Really successful."

Steve smiles back at him, putting a hand on the back of Jonathan's neck to pull him close, and for a second Jonathan thinks he's going to do something crazy, but instead Steve leans in to speak directly into Jonathan's ear. That makes more sense. It's loud in here.

"It's getting kinda late," Steve says. Jonathan can feel air brush against his ear and he shivers. "Can't believe you're cold."

"I'm not cold," Jonathan protests. He's not. "It tickles."

"What?"

"The air," he says, "Duh."

Steve leans back to make a face at him. "I'd ask if someone gave you something a little stronger than alcohol, but I've been watching your drunk ass all night."

"I'm just drunk, not high," Jonathan says. "Is being high, like, really different than being drunk?"

"Yes," Steve says, moving his hand from the back of Jonathan's neck further down, "And no. We can try that, too, if you want. Some other time."

Steve slings his arm around Jonathan's waist and begins guiding him through the party, and it's so funny Jonathan can't help but laugh. He can't put his finger on exactly what's funny about Steve tugging him through a mass of people, but it's definitely funny. He might fall down in laughter, but Steve tightens the arm around his waist, thumb rubbing slowly against Jonathan's side.

Jonathan might finally understand the appeal in drinking.

"You're, like, so strong," he says, and Steve laughs.

"No, that wasn't a joke, I mean it, really, like—"

"It's okay, I know you do. Thanks, man. I think it's about time we head home, alright?"

"Oh yeah," Jonathan says, "I want to see my mom. Is she gonna be mad I'm drunk? I am drunk, right?"

"Yeah, bud, I think you definitely reached drunk. I don't know if she'll be mad, so I'm gonna try and get you inside without her seeing us if I can, okay? You can see her in the morning."

Steve pats Jonathan's side. He has to stop rubbing his thumb along Jonathan's shirt to do it, and that sucks, and Jonathan really wants him to go back to rubbing him. He definitely shouldn't say that out loud.

"Aw."

"I know," Steve says comfortingly. He's such a nice guy.

"Hey, Steve?"

"Mhm?"

"You're a really nice guy."

"I try," Steve says, and opens the front door. Suddenly they're outside. It's cold. The air feels nice, and Jonathan's suddenly aware of how sweaty he probably is. "Watch the steps, alright?"