Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to Shpweep on ao3

A/N: HEY GUYSS!! Sorry for taking such a long break. I really needed it. I needed to get my mental and physical health back on track and i got sick for like a week. Love you guys!!! <3

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"Well, shit."

Steve frantically turned the faucet on and wet his hands before turning it off again and running to the door. Usually, he wouldn't be too worried about being late for class, but he had a chemistry test he reeeaaally needed to be there for if he wanted to pass the class. He swung the door open and froze.

Nancy and Jonathan, right across the hallway, were making out like no one could see them. They must've really thought this, though, because (aside from Steve) they were entirely alone and didn't seem to have noticed his presence. Just the day before, Steve was standing in Jonathan's place with Nancy in his arms. Hurt, but knowing better than to intervene, he simply turned around and walked to the science room. He wasn't thinking about the test anymore, though.

~

After school had finished, Steve headed to the bathroom. He didn't need to use it, but he could really go for a moment to be alone with his thoughts. Sure, he could do this in the car or at home, but he'd had a long day and wasn't really looking to go home yet. Lucky him, though, because he ran into just the person he really didn't want to see: Jonathan Byers.

Steve let out a sigh, before leaning up against the bathroom door, blocking the exit.

"So, Jonathan," he said, dragging out his words to sound intimidating. "Mind telling me why you were canoodling Nancy during second period?"

"Huh? H- how did you-?"

Jonathan was aimlessly standing a few feet away from Steve, who meandered up to him and shoved his chest, not hard enough to really hurt, but hard enough to make him stumble back a few steps. "I'm not blind, Byers, and I think you need to get your grimy little hands off my girl."

"Stop talking like you own her. Nancy's allowed to kiss whoever she wants." Steve kept taking slow steps forward, causing Jonathan to back away. Unfortunately for him, though, he quickly hit the back wall and had nowhere else to go. Steve, however, kept stalking closer and closer to Jonathan. He pressed his forearm against Jonathan's neck and leaned up to his ear.

"Hmm, I don't think that's how relationships work, sweetheart. But I guess you wouldn't know. You're family's too fucked up to even hold one stable relationship," Steve murmured.

Jonathan shoved Steve hard and grabbed his collar. "What do you know about stable relationships? You bring home a new girl every week!"

Steve pushed him back and Jonathan smacked against the wall. "Easy there, Byers. No need to get so wound up." This time, Steve grabbed Jonathan by the collar, making full use of his 3 inch height advantage to pull him upwards. They glared hard at each other, neither willing to give up.

Using his seemingly forgotten free hands, Jonathan wrapped his arms around Steve's neck and pulled him in. Their lips collided. The kiss was firm and somewhat uncomfortable, but raw and earnest at the same time. After a few seconds, Steve pulled away.

"Shit, Byers," he said, before releasing Jonathan's collar and placing one hand, curled in a fist, on the wall by Jonathan's head and the other around his waist. Jonathan moved his hands from around Steve's neck to his hair and back, then pulled him close against his body. Jonathan was pinned to the wall, Steve's chest against his own and thigh pressing into his crotch.

Their lips locked again and it was exhilarating. Sure, it was rough, but it was so intense at the same time. Neither had to hold back. Soon enough, their mouths opened and their tongues swished together. They groaned softly into each other's mouth whenever they happened to hit an especially sensitive spot.

Eventually, their kiss broke and Steve was kissing down Jonathan's jaw, then neck. He bit him harder than he'd ever bit any girl, but the noises Jonathan made we're heavenly.

"S-Steve- nnggh~ what about Nancy?" Jonathan whispered between soft moans.

"Oh, just shut up for once, Byers," Steve whispered back.

The door creaked loudly and swung open, revealing the janitor ready to clean up for the day. The boys had already jumped about eight feet apart and Steve was fixing his hair. "Ah, please excuse me," the old man said, before heading into the first stall to start cleaning.

Steve shot Jonathan a "We'll Talk About This Tomorrow" look, along with a smirk. Jonathan just laughed softly before walking out of the bathroom to head home, leaving Steve alone with his thoughts (and the janitor), which is exactly how he planned to spend his afternoon. Well, maybe it wasn't exactly what he expected.