Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to PrincePidgeon on ao3

Notes from the writer: 

Based on the opening scene to "Henry Gamble's Birthday Party," which has me all hot around the collar. I don't usually ship Stonathan but this scene fit them so well, so here we are!

It was Steve's birthday party tomorrow, and Jonathan was staying the night.

Steve's parents had sent him money for the party, and they'd spent the day getting the house ready, making sure the kegs were stocked and the snacks were ready. Music blaring through the house, dancing around each other and laughing like a couple of idiots.

But then it was nighttime, and the house was dark. Steve felt the familiar creep of loneliness trickling in as Jonathan started to head towards his usual guest room. Grabbing him by the forearm, he gave him a pathetic pout. "Hey, Jonny, can't we share a room like we used to?"

Jonathan froze, the light from the moon barely lighting the hallway. It cast a blue glow over everything, made Steve look even softer and more ethereal than he usually did. His eyes looked so wide, so innocent - like he was begging him.

They hadn't shared a bedroom in a few years, now that they were growing up and they had, well, certain biological functions, they had mutually agreed would be less awkward if they woke up alone. Jonathan had gotten a bit used to it, greedily taking his privacy (and time away from his Mom and little brother) as a chance to relieve some stress. Steve never interrupted him, and his parents were never home, so it was perfect. But if he had to share a room with him, then...

Steve noticed his hesitation, hurt reflecting in his eyes almost instantly. He stepped back, dropping Jonathan's arm. "Oh," he said softly, biting at his lower lip. "It's ok, I get it."

Jonathan practically leapt out of his skin as he grabbed Steve's arm in return, almost shouting "No!"

Steve looked back at him in shock, mouth agape.

"No, I want to sleep with you." Jonathan stumbled over the words, face flushed. "Shit, I mean. I want to share a room."

Steve grinned wide, all sense of hurt gone from his expression and replaced by complete mischief. "Ooooh, you wanna *sleep* with me, Jonny boy?" He wiggled his eyebrows, using the grip Jonathan had on his arm to pull him in closer. "You shoulda just told me, you know I'm easy." A hand slid onto Jonathan's hip, Steve's grin still sly and playful.

It wasn't like they didn't flirt with each other - they did it all the time, just a little fun between friends - but it was how close to the mark Steve had hit, and how *intimate* the moment felt. It was downright *romantic* from where Jonathan stood, and he felt like all the girls Steve probably romanced had to feel. Weak, heady, light - like he could float away with the barest wind.

It took Jonathan a moment to realize he'd made a noise at all, some sort of high moan, before melting into Steve's touch. God, they really were right about him, weren't they - Jonathan Byers, the queer freak. Steve barely touched him and he was full on moaning in his arms, would probably do anything he asked him to at this rate.

But if Steve noticed, he didn't *say* anything. He just squeezed Jonathan's hip, then pulled away, still keeping his light grip on his arm. He turned his head towards his bedroom door, but even in the low light it was clear to see he was blushing.

"Come on, let's get to bed." Steve tugged him along. He didn't look back, not even after they got into the room. Without turning to look at Jonathan, Steve walked over to his dresser and pulled out a plain pair of white socks, tossing them on the bed. He then started pulling off his shirt, back still turned to Jonathan.