Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to SteveTheHouseWife on ao3

Chapter 3:

They've only done things twice, but it's still strange after the way things ended off on Friday night, that he doesn't see or hear from Steve again until Monday.

Not that they have any kind of... schedule or routine for this. It's just been the two times on Wednesday and Friday, so he can't really tell if they're still okay - if they were ever okay, that is.

Jonathan's way out of his depths here.

He's never done relationships, never done one-night-stand things, or transactional-... is it prostitution? It seems kind of like it. But either way, he doesn't know what's normal and what isn't.

He definitely doesn't know Steve, either, especially considering that last moment between them. It's hard to tell if it was his fault, if he did something wrong, if he shouldn't have left, or if it was something between them specifically. They don't really get along, or, well, they shouldn't, normally. Or maybe it's whatever made Steve seem off in the first place.

And maybe he's thinking too much into it.

Which is what he realizes when Steve corners him in the dark room early Monday morning and stuffs a roll of bills into his pocket just before he starts unbuttoning his jeans.

Steve crowds him against the wall and shoves his pants down, quickly reaching out to lock the door before he drops down, pushing Jonathan's shirt up out of the way.

He can't see Steve's eyes behind his sunglasses, but there's no disguising the smirk that spreads on his lips the moment Jonathan's cock springs free and Steve licks his lips, leaning in to breathe him in deep.

Jonathan hears him mutter in a low, rough voice, "God I missed this," before he starts sucking around the base of Jonathan's cock. His breath is warm and he starts slow, sucking and licking and teasing the tip of Jonathan's cock and dragging his tongue around, underneath, back down before sucking one of his balls into his mouth.

He moves his hands nervously to Steve's hair, trying not to mess it up too much but wanting to touch it more than anything.

Steve doesn't stop him, even when Jonathan's fingers curl into his tresses and squeeze.

They didn't feel like lessons from the start but less now than before, as he mouths the underside of Jonathan's cock, looking up at Jonathan before taking him in again, his head bobbing. He's more touchy this time, hands running up and down Jonathan's thighs, around to his ass and squeezing, pulling him in.

"Oh," Jonathan sighs out as he leans into the touch, his body leaning forward, holding onto Steve's shoulders for support.

His legs shake but every time he's close, Steve pulls back just enough to squeeze at the base of his cock, causing him to cry out in pain. He's... never been a fan of denying himself something like this, always rushing to that edge full speed ahead, blindly. So this isn't really something he's used to, but he doesn't... hate it.

Not with Steve, at least.

He grabs onto Steve's jacket as he starts to fall, doubling over him, but Steve pins his hips back against the wall, moaning around him and pushing Jonathan's shirt up out of his face.

Though Jonathan can't see him well, he can feel the waves of Steve's brown hair brushing, tickling along his stomach and chest.

"Steve," Jonathan mutters weakly the next time he squeezes, "Please, I..." he nibbles his bottom lip as he slams his eyes shut, "I can't take it... I can't-"

He catches his breath when he feels Steve's mouth constrict around his cock, the flat of his tongue shifting under, his hand moving away and brushing up along Jonathan's stomach, over his chest, two of his fingers rubbing at Jonathan's left nipple.

Jonathan grits his teeth, holding onto Steve as he cums, spilling into his mouth and hearing his quick breaths as he moans, swallows, but he doesn't swallow all of it, swirling the fluid around in his mouth as he pulls back and Jonathan can tell he's doing it. Like he's... savoring the way that Jonathan tastes. And god if that isn't really fucking hot, he doesn't know what is.

Steve swallows the last of it, licking his lips and leaning back in to suck Jonathan clean, and then he stands upright, crowding Jonathan in again as he helps get his pants back up. Jonathan can't even see his eyes through the black of his sunglasses, but he imagines Steve staring at him down the bridge of his nose as he smirks.

"You taste like sunflower seeds."

Jonathan's brows rise, his cheeks flushing with more color than they already are, "Oh, uhm... I'm sorry?"

"Don't apologize," Steve says, or snaps, as he lifts his sunglasses up to rest in his hair and Jonathan sees his eyes narrow, drop to his lips and then come back up, "I like it," he adds as he follows Jonathan's nervous glancing, unable to meet his gaze anymore, "When are you home alone again?"

"Uhm," Jonathan shakes his head, "Tonight and uhm, maybe Wed-"

"I'll come over tonight."

Jonathan looks at him in surprise, eyes wide, "Again?"

"I'll pay again," Steve assures him as he steps back, "I'll come by after practice."

"O-okay," Jonathan agrees as he swallows tightly, watching as Steve leaves the dark room with one last glance back to him. Only then is it that Jonathan notices the shiner on his right eye, just above his cheekbone.

Sure, he's known Steve to get into fights before, but he's normally fast; he normally doesn't get hit. And it was the weekend. They didn't talk, but Jonathan probably would've heard about a fight. And Steve definitely didn't have it at the theatre Friday night, or, if so, he didn't notice.

Jonathan stares after him for a long while, and then he drops his head back against the wall, taking a breath before moving back to clean up his station.