Stancy/Stonathan Fanfiction

Slide Over Here

Stoncy, smut, 3747 words
By: noctiluca

The first time Nancy says Jonathan’s name during sex, it’s two weeks after the Monster Incident. They’re having the kind of life-affirming, thank-God-we’re-both-here sex that Steve thinks only happens in the wake of near-death experiences, and it’s fantastic. Nancy is underneath him, her face pressed into the line of her arm, one hand scrabbling desperately at his hip, and then she says it. Well, more like she moans it, in this kind of deep throaty voice that he’s never heard from her before and kind of immediately wants to hear more of. She realises what she’s done almost as soon as it’s happened, and her hands go from the headboard to over her face very quickly.

“Oh my God, Steve, I’m so sorry!” she says, but he actually does not even care, because that was really hot in ways he’s probably going to have to examine later, so he just grabs her wrists and pins them by her side and moves quicker inside her, deeper, bringing his face down to her neck to nip at her there, and then she cries out and he feels her contract around him and that’s it for them both.

The first time Steve says Jonathan’s name during sex, it’s about a month after the Monster Incident. It’s Boxing Day, and Nancy had already given Jonathan the gift that Steve had bought and then asked her to give him. He’s been thinking about Jonathan lately, in an increasingly more speculative way. He thinks, sometimes, about the way Jonathan looks at him and Nancy when they’re together, the way that his already intense stare kind of – deepens and focuses. He wonders about what it would be like if they asked Jonathan to watch them, wonders if he would stare at them the same way he does now when they’re fully clothed. He thinks a lot about how it would feel to watch Jonathan watching them move together, sweaty and slick with sweat.

Increasingly, he thinks about reaching out his hand and asking Jonathan to join.

So it really shouldn’t come as a surprise when he moans Jonathan’s name instead of Nancy’s one night. But it still surprises him, because really? It’s not like he could mistake the hair that he’s got balled up in his fist as Jonathan’s, not really, and he looks down at where Nancy’s poised over his cock, ready to slide her mouth back down around him. And she smiles at him, like she knew this would happen, and wow, okay, that’s. Certainly something.

Here’s the thing: they don’t actually talk about the fact that the both of them are apparently attracted enough to Jonathan Fucking Byers to moan his name during sex until two months after the Monster Incident, which is absolutely absurd but whatever.

Jonathan has been spending more and more time with them, which is awesome, but has also been feeling like a third wheel, which he hasn’t actually said anything about but which is painfully obvious anytime Nancy and Steve go to touch each other in even innocent ways. This is not awesome. Steve isn’t exactly sure when he started wanting Jonathan to not feel excluded from his and Nancy’s couple activities, but it was probably around the same time he started fantasizing about going down on him.

In any case, they’re going to the movies tonight with Jonathan and he’s starting to feel antsy in the same way that he did when he and Nancy started dating. He figures it’s about damn time that they talk about it.

“Nance. We should probably talk about the whole Jonathan thing.”

She looks up from where she’s pulling on her boots.

“What Jonathan thing?”

“You know what Jonathan thing. The thing where you and I both apparently think about him during sex sometimes.”