Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

A/N: part 2 of PandaGoats story

"Jonathan!" The exclaim comes from the left of me; from the kitchen; causing me to jump.

I'd pushed open the front door, nothing but what had happened today was on my mind. The rest of the world was nothing but a background noise. It'd been that way all day since the bathroom . . . everything had just passed by as background noise - only breaking out of it when Mom called out to me.

"I called you twice before you heard me. You look..." A slight frown appears on her face, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, Mom." I put on a small smile. "I'm fine."

She wears a concerning frown on her face for a moment longer before she speaks again. "I just wanted to remind you that I'm going out on my date tonight," I notice now that Mom wasn't in her usual casual clothes she changed into after work.

She was dressed in all black; black pants, shirt, and a jacket over the shirt. Her dark brown hair, same colour as mine, was worn short; styled in waves.

"You look nice." I say, giving her a small smile.

"You think so? It's not too much?"

"Nah," I shake my head. "It's fine."

She then smiles with a sigh of relief.

She then looks down at her wristwatch. "Shoot, I only have an hour and half until I have to go. There's money for pizza on the table." She turn walks past me, walking down the hallway and into the bathroom.

I follow in the same direction, down the hallway until I reach the door to my bedroom on the far left.

Upon entering my room, I shut the door behind me and turn the lock; dropping my bag to the floor and heading over towards my desk where my laptop sat. I knew what I was about to do was wrong; that I shouldn't do it, but ever since the bathroom he'd been on my mind.

Once my laptop had powered up I went right onto Facebook. Not that I used much; compared to others with almost a thousand friends, I had just past a hundred and fifty. Clicking on the search bar I type in Steve's name.

I wasn't friends with him but I could still see his photos.

The first picture I click on was of Steve and his friends; one of his friends had their arm around Steve's neck in a loose headlock. Steve wore a yellow shirt; pulling his sleeve up and flexing the muscles in his arm.

It was enough.

I stand, shove down my sweatpants and boxers, and grip my shaft. Gripping hard, I stroke fast. My eyes focusing on his flexed arm and face.

When I felt myself nearing climax I clenched my eyes shut.

The images of what happened today came to me; what it felt like to have Steve Harrington against me.

I let out a silent groan as I came out in jets; shooting onto the surface on my desk.

Pulling my sweatpants back over my now spent cock, I pull off one of my socks and wipe up the mess, throwing it into the corner of the room.

Collapsing back down onto my desk chair, I throw my head back. What are you doing? I scold myself. What I'm doing; these thoughts I'd wanted to stop. And doing this... doing what I did today... It wasn't right. It wasn't what I wanted. It wasn't!