Stonathan ❤️

90

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to SteveTheHouseWife on ao3

A/N: this is part 1 out of the 5 the writer had made so I'll be posting those on here 

Chapter 1: 

Jonathan nearly drops half of his sandwich into his lap as he stares in disbelief when Steve Harrington sits across from him. He can't think of anything he's done in recent memory to garner the guy's attention and he glances over towards Steve's usual table to see Tommy H. and Carol giving them double takes.

"Damn, you are... difficult to corner alone, Byers," Steve says as he leans his elbow on the table like he's trying to get a closer look.

The statement makes his stomach lurch because what the hell would Steve want to corner him for? Alone?

"Now I've gotta do this in front of all these people, and I really, really didn't want to have to do that," Steve's voice starts to lower and he gives Jonathan this look, this... bedroom kind of look, "You're queer, right? Can we talk about that?"

Jonathan groans in annoyance, throwing the sandwich he was trying to eat back onto his tray and standing up.

He doesn't get far, as Steve's hand shoots across the table and grabs him by the front of his jacket, pulling him right back down.

"Calm down, I'm not here to jerk your chain," Steve says as Jonathan throws him a weary look but Steve's gaze, still locked on him, doesn't falter, "I have a proposition for you."

"Yeah?" Jonathan huffs out, shoving Steve's hand away, "What makes you think I'm interested?"

"Let's just say that you and I have something... in common," Steve tells him, voice almost a whisper as he motions with a tilt of his head to the left and right, "I mean, I didn't realize it at first, honestly I thought all guys thought that way and just kind of ignored it or whatever-"

"You're gay?"

Steve's eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he looks around in a blind panic before coming to the conclusion that Jonathan hadn't said it loud enough for it to matter. He turns back to Jonathan, brows narrowed, "Jesus, Byers, you don't have to tell the state."

Jonathan chuckles, grinning maliciously, "You're always calling me a faggot, and here you are-"

"Bisexual," Steve says, motioning to himself like it makes him better than Jonathan, "I still love women, and I'm really, really good at loving them." His tone shifts on the last five words and Jonathan feels a bead of sweat start to form on his brow.

"Okay so why are you bothering me?" he asks, pushing his food away, "Now that you realize you like guys too, you think we should bond or... something?"

"Actually, I wanna suck you dick."

Jonathan chokes, nearly swallowing his tongue, "Are-... you're joking. You're not serious-"

"I'm dead serious," Steve says, frowning, "Listen, I take a lot of pride in being good at what I do to chicks, I wanna do the same to guys, but I can't get good without practice. And I've-... I mean, a guy can only practice on fruit and vegetables for so long, I want the real thing. Just let me suck your dick a few times. Let me get good at it, and then I'll never bother you again."

Jonathan's brows narrow and he crosses his arms, leaning back to look at Steve, at all of him, "What's in it for me?"

Steve snorts and shrugs, "Blow jobs?"