Stonathan ❤️

99

NOT MINE!!

all credits go to SnowButterfly on ao3

A/N: ALMOST THERE!!! <3

Steve is about to sprint out of this godforsaken restaurant. He should have seen it coming, but he never questioned it.

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Jonathan had proposed going on a double date with Nancy and Robin, something they hadn't done before. Steve hadn't seen a problem, not noticing just how pushy Jonathan was, so he agreed.

But Steve soon notices something is off as soon as he goes to pick up Jonathan from his house so they can go to the restaurant. Of course, the shy boy had dressed extra lovely for this, but he seemed to have picked the tightest clothes he could find. His slacks hug every curve of his thighs and ass, and his tucked shirt just emphasizes his narrow, grabbable waist.

"Ready?" Jonathan asks like nothing is different, giving Steve a chaste kiss.

"Yep," Steve says, tearing his eyes away, scolding himself for being a horndog. Jonathan doesn't mean to drive him crazy. Or so he assumes.

The girls had arrived a few minutes before they did and were waiting. They were both dressed nicely as well, Nancy in a sparkling dress and Robin in a button-down and leggings. The four are chatting, waiting to be taken to their table, and Jonathan puts an arm around Steve's waist.

Steve thinks nothing of it, but that hand migrates down to his hip. Jonathan squeezes ever so lightly, and Steve has to hold back a flinch. But Jonathan doesn't react, still watching Robin as she tells a story as if he isn't blatantly groping his boyfriend's ass. Jonathan only removes his hand when their waiter starts to lead them away.

The couples sit opposite each other in their booth, and Jonathan is pressed against Steve, the entire sides of their bodies touching. Nancy and Robin are almost as close, but there's a good two inches between them.

Steve is reading the menu when a familiar, warm, calloused hand lays on his knee. Again, Jonathan doesn't react, asking Nancy about her essay that she's talking about. Steve is thoroughly confused at this point. Jonathan rarely initiates contact, even if he really likes it, but it isn't bad, so Steve remains quiet about it.

However, his breath does hitch ever so slightly as Jonathan's hand moves up and over his thigh. It rests much closer to his crotch, right by that dangerous area. The more petite boy rubs his hand back and forth. Steve shoots him a look, one asking what the hell he's doing.

Jonathan responds with a look of his own, telling him to be quiet and that the girls are still there. Steve swallows, pretending to still read the entrees.

Steve is sure he's sweating by the time he actually puts in his order as he focuses on not getting hard. Jonathan's hand has strayed even closer to his clothed cock.

Steve's knee jerks, nearly hitting the table when Jonathan's hand does go over his crotch. His touches are still light over the fabric, but it's enough friction for Steve to start to stiffen despite his best efforts. Steve tries to focus only on the conversation and keeping his face neutral, but his crotch demands his attention.

Nancy is talking about the future and their plans, and it's only inevitable that she turns her attention to Steve.

"What about you, Steve?" Steve smiles shakily, swallowing the spit in his throat.

"Oh, y'know," Steve says, waving his hand and shifting in his seat. Jonathan is running the tips of his fingers over the entire length of Steve's cock over and over again, about giving him an over-the-pants handjob. "I'm gonna, uh, stick around and probably follow this menace wherever he goes." Steve's voice is shaky as he glares at Jonathan. Said menace only grins happily, his hand never slowing.