Stonathan ❤️

102

NOT MINE!!

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Jonathan was half sprawled across Steve's chest, their legs tangled together every which way as they shifted and readjusted. Steve's hand is burrowed into Jonathan's hair, lightly scratching his scalp and occasionally running his fingers through them, pushing them up and away from his face to undo whatever mess he'd made with his ministrations. The sweat from their previous activities having cooled off some time ago, they lay there lazily, curled into each other's spaces, cuddling and napping in turns.

Steve's fingers were caressing lightly down his arm, sides and back, whatever stretch of skin he could reach with his free hand. Jonathan had his head tucked under Steve's chin, nuzzling into his neck and pillowing his head on Steve's chest, watching his own fingers run through the frankly astonishing amount of chest hair across Steve's chest where he stole a few cat naps.

Now though, they're both awake and murmuring and giggling softly to each other about everything and nothing at all. Steve buries his nose into Jonathan's hair, inhales deeply like he's savouring it, pressing soft, light kisses into his forehead, making Jonathan feel warm and safe to degrees of which he doesn't have words to explain.

They were alone in Steve's house for a change, his parents MIA as usual. When Jonathan asked where to this time, Steve scoffed and waved a dismissive hand like it didn't matter. Jonathan supposed it didn't, but he doesn't miss the tightness in Steve's shoulders or the faint furrow between his eyes and how his lips press together in a straight line as Steve looked away to nothing at all before turning back with a slapped-on grin and a swift change in subject. Steve doesn't often discuss his parents as the subject often makes him at first irritated and frustrated in turns, then irate and usually ends with Steve in a maudlin mood so Jonathan tries not to push. He just makes his home and his family as open to Steve as possible, while trying not to get caught up in his own rage at Steve's parents' indifference. Which is why they're most often found hanging out at the Byers' place than here. His family, bless their hearts, welcomed Steve without question and he's never felt as grateful and as blessed for them-- otherworldly monster incidents notwithstanding.

"We should probably eat something," Jonathan mumbles into his neck, peppering it with light kisses and breathing Steve in.

Jonathan's not sure if there's even any food in the Harrington's pantry or when Steve last went shopping but he knew hunger was something they'll have to deal with eventually.

"Mmhm," Steve replies sleepily, relaxing further into the mattress and tugging Jonathan's knee fully across his hips as Jonathan continues to rub his chest and nuzzle his neck, like he was about to melt into the bed under Jonathan's gentle ministrations.

His fingers dance over Jonathan's skin with lazy intent under the thin sheet they've pulled over themselves. Jonathan takes a peek at his face and finds him with his eyes closed and a sleepy yet content quirk of a smile on his face. Jonathan loved to see all the different ways Steve smiled, a little current of thrill at being able to catalogue what they all meant. The best ones were always the small private ones, just a small curl of his lips that always came with a soft, slow blinking of hooded eyes, crinkling on the sides almost at a squint, like his eyes were smiling out at him, radiating soft warmth and reaching across the space towards Jonathan.

This particular one meant that it would take a lot more work than gentle prodding to get Steve moving and out of bed, content as he is. Still sleepy then. But Jonathan was done napping. He nudges his nose into Steve's neck more pointedly and follows it up with a kiss.

"Steve," he says.

Steve rumbles a sound of acknowledgement and tugs Jonathan fully over his sprawled naked body, lazily rubbing against each part of Jonathan's skin that makes contact with his own. Jonathan can feel the stirrings of interest on both lower halves of their bodies and huffs out a laugh.