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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Stranger_Things_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Jonathan_Byers/Steve_Harrington
  Character:
      Jonathan_Byers, Steve_Harrington
  Additional Tags:
      Blow_Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-30 Updated: 2017-12-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 2910
****** Hooked on a Feeling ******
by 0Slug_Girl0
Summary
     ON HIATUS
     Bunch o' Stonathan one shots because I fell in love with this pairing
***** Chapter 1 *****
What was Steve doing? He was sat in his car next to Jonathan in an empty lot,
leg bouncing up and down, looking anywhere but at the boy next to him.
“Steve?” Jonathan was looking at him. He refused to meet his eyes.
“Yeah?”
“We’re here. Want to tell my why?” Steve hadn’t thought it through before
dragging Jonathan out in his car, saying he’d tell him why when they get there.
He didn’t have a ‘why’, he had no clue what he was doing.
“Uh, well, we haven’t talked much, you know, since…”since we attacked that
Demogorgon“Since everything went on and I just wanted to catch up, you know?”
“We couldn’t have done this inside? Not in a shady ass parking lot?” Jonathan
quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Hey, it’s not shady! I come here all the time.” Steve huffed.
“You-” Jonathan was stifling a laugh under his hand, Steve turned at this.
Jonathan looked beautiful when he laughed. “Sorry, sorry. But, you hang out in
aparking lot? Jeez, not got enough asshole friends to entertain you?” He was
now flat out smirking at him. Jonathan Byers. Teasing him. Steve could get used
to that.
Steve blushed. “It’s quiet, you know? No one ever comes here, I can sit by
myself and just… watch the stars, be alone. Is that weird?” He looked up
sheepishly at Jonathan. His smirk faded to a small, genuine smile.
“No, it’s nice. My house is never quiet anymore, I think it freaks mom and Will
out. But I’ve always liked the quiet, it’s peaceful. So, no. It’s not weird.
Promise.” Jonathan held eye contact for what Steve thought was the longest time
since they’d known each other. Steve’s heart was thumping.
A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Jonathan spoke up again.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” He hadn’t done anything special, right?
“For telling me that. I get the feeling you’re not a very open person,”
“What gave that away?” Steve deadpanned making Jonathan chuckle lightly.
“So, thank you. And thanks for taking me here. Sharing this with me.”
“No problem. And, if you ever wanna just get away from it, I’m 100% down for a
couple of hours to escape in the quiet.” What was he doing? This was his place,
and he was letting Jonathan in, and offering to tag along?!
“Steve?”
“Yeah?”
“Why are we here?” Steve sighed.
“I just- I wanted to talk. Alone. And, I don’t know what I’m doing but we can
go back-”
“Talk about what?”
Steve froze.
“Huh?”
“Talk about what, Steve?” Jonathan looked slightly concerned, making Steve’s
heart swell even more.
“Jesus, Byers don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what? Steve, what is going on?”
“Like you actually care! Like I’m worth being nice to, worth being concerned
about. Nancy left me because she obviously likes you, not me. And yet you’re
being nice to me? I don’t deserve it, I was an ass to you and you are treating
me like a friend. Why?”
Jonathan smiled at him.
“Because you are my friend, Steve. And I do care about you. Why don’t you get
that? You came back to us. You saved us, for fuck sakes! Steve, you’re good.”
Steve stared at Jonathan, at the earnest look in his eyes, at the desperation
in them to believe him. He didn’t deserve him. He didn’t. But, God, did he want
to believe that he was worth it. That Steve was worth his kindness, worth his
compassion, worth his time. And in that moment, he almost did.
His hand reached up before he could stop it, resting gently on Jonathan’s jaw.
Brown eyes searched his, slightly scared but trumped by intrigue. Whatever it
was Jonathan was looking for, he must have found it as his face relaxed and he
leaned in slightly; subconsciously, Steve guessed. He took that as an invite,
and pressed his lips softly against Jonathan’s, the guy he used to hate, the
guy he used to ridicule and mock, the guy he now had in his hands and never
wanted to let go.
Jonathan pulled back, opening his eyes slowly and gazing up through lashes at
the boy beside him. And if that wasn’t the hottest thing Steve had ever seen.
“Fuck, Byers,” Steve smashed his lips back against Jonathan’s, all greedy and
messy. Steve wasn’t used to losing it like that. He had a reputation as a
lady’s man and knew how to get what he wanted. But Jonathan was rendering him
incapable of basic thought processes, and he was kissing him back.
Jonathan was tugging at Steve’s bottom lip and Steve whimpered, mouth opening,
allowing Jonathan’s tongue access to his mouth. Where the fuck was this coming
from? Not that Steve was complaining. Quite the opposite as he kissed back,
matching Jonathan’s hunger, catching his tongue between his teeth, making the
younger boy hiss.
His arms snaked down to wrap around Jonathan’s waist as said boy’s hands locked
around his neck. Steve was in heaven. He could never have imagined that this is
how the night would turn out. His hands pushed up Jonathan’s shirt, feeling the
soft skin and making Jonathan shudder.
“Steve,” Jonathan breathed. He didn’t move more than an inch away from Steve,
staring into his eyes.
“God, you’re hot,” Steve leaned in again, hands slipping into the waistband of
his jeans. Jonathan gasped into his mouth, and Steve dropped his hand lower,
feeling the half hard dick in his pants. What was he doing? He’d never been
with a guy before, he had no idea how to make Jonathan feel good, but damn it
was he going to try.
Feeling confident, Steve unzipped Jonathan’s pants, pulling his growing cock
out. Not that he had much experience seeing other dudes’ dicks to compare it
to, but it was gorgeous. Before he even knew what was he was doing he was
bending down and taking the head in his mouth.
“J-Jesus, fuck,” Jonathan moaned. The angle was awkward and he didn’t know a
lot other than what felt good when girls blew him, but he was going to get more
noises out of Jonathan if it killed him. He ran his tongue over the head over
and over, feeling Jonathan writhe beneath him. The boy’s hands slid into
Steve’s hair and gripped hard, causing him to moan around his dick.
Taking more of the shaft in his mouth, Steve dared to look up at Jonathan and
saw him staring down at him, his eyes filled with awe, and Steve’s
determination hit him full force. He swallowed around the dick in his mouth
over and over while bobbing his head up and down, hearing strangled moans being
ripped from Jonathan’s throat.
“Steve,” Jonathan tugged at Steve’s hair, and Steve knew he was close. But he
couldn’t seem to stop. He kept sucking and moaning, ignoring Jonathan’s
warnings above him until he felt his release spill into his mouth. He swallowed
as much as he could, but he could help the dribble down his chin. He looked up
sheepishly at Jonathan, fully expecting him to be disgusted by what just
happened.
But Jonathan just swiped his thumb across his chin, and Steve took the digit in
his mouth.
“So, is this what you wanted to talk about?” That smirk Steve loved returned to
his face with a blissful edge to it.
“No. This was better.” He grinned back at the beautiful boy across from him.
Oh, yeah. This turned out great.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     These chapters don't link unless I explicitly state otherwise :)
Jonathan woke up to an arm slung around his waist and heavy breathing at the
back of his neck. It was still dark outside and he could barely make out the
shapes in his room. Half asleep, Jonathan took a minute to realize that there
was someone else in the bed next to him. Who? Whoever it was had a few inches
on Jonathan’s height and strong arms that were so comfortable, he couldn’t help
but lean back into the embrace and drift off…
Then he felt it. A pressing against his ass which was definitely not an arm.
Well, it was a man behind him. He elbowed the figure to create some room
between them and heard a grunt that he recognized.
“Steve?” he whispered into the air.
“Hnng?” a muffled groan behind him answered.
“Steve,” he hissed more aggressively.
“What?” a pissed Steve answered.
“You think you could, uh, shove back a bit?” He felt Steve pull back from him a
little, but he kept his arms firmly in place.
“Why?” He all but felt Steve’s realization sink in. First, he froze, then he
clenched his hands a little tighter as if to check that this was really
happening. It was. He jumped off the bed and backed into the corner.
“Shit I-I… Fuck, ah this is awkward, uh,” Steve seemed to struggle to form a
sentence and it almost made Jonathan laugh.
“Steve it’s fine-”
“No! No no no no no it’s not, I’m so sorry,”
“Steve, look. We just fell asleep after staying up too late, and you must have
been dreaming about Nancy or someone, so this doesn’t change anything, I
promise. We’re cool.”
“I’ll just go sleep on the couch.” Steve shuffled over to the door, but looked
back when Jonathan sighed dramatically.
“Jesus, Harrington, just get in.” Jonathan lifted up the covers and quirked an
eyebrow at him pointedly. Without meeting his eyes, the older boy clambered
back into the bed, body facing Jonathan.
“Steve, look at me,” Steve begrudgingly met his eyes. “We’re okay. It happens
to everyone, no sweat.” He smiled what he hoped was convincingly and Steve
smiled back at him, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Yeah, I guess. Thanks, Byers.” Jonathan rolled over to give Steve some space.
If he closed his eyes for long enough, maybe he’d fall asleep and could pretend
this was all just some weird dream.
But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.
Slowly and unsurely, Jonathan shuffled back towards Steve.
“Jonathan?” an unsure voice called to him, but he didn’t stop, not until he
could feel the press of Steve against him. “Jonathan, what are you-”
Steve’s words were cut off by a gasp when Jonathan experimentally ground
against him. Steve made no move to stop him, so he did it again. And again, and
again, until Steve had wound his arm around Jonathan’s waist and was moaning
softly into his ear. He didn’t stop there.
Reaching back, Jonathan gently slid his hands downwards towards Steve’s crotch.
He took a shaky breath in before cupping Steve’s dick, feeling him squeeze his
waist and whimpering.
“Jonathan, you don’t have to,” Steve was trying, but failing to keep his voice
straight. “Jonathan, are you listening to me?”
“Yeah, yeah I am.” At that he turned to face him, stared into intense brown
eyes, full of lust and uncertainty.
He reached his hand back down, lifting his shirt up and reaching down into his
pants, slipping into his underwear. He grasped Steve’s cock in his hand, his
thumb running gently over the leaking slit.
Jonathan would be the first to admit that he didn’t know what he was doing, but
Steve wasn’t complaining. Jonathan pumped his hand once and couldn’t help but
feel pride when Steve thrusted into his hand. Meeting his eyes again, Jonathan
kept his gaze as he continued, Steve matching every pump breathing hotly
between them. Steve’s hands grasped onto Jonathan’s biceps, digging in what
would be painfully if Jonathan was in his right mind but judging by the
situation, he definitely wasn’t. And he didn’t care.
Working faster, Jonathan could feel Steve grow more desperate in his hands. He
was near. Jonathan leaned in closer to Steve, who rested his forehead against
the other’s, moans sounding directly into his ear. God, Jonathan was so turned
on right now.
“Jonathan,” Steve all but whispered, moaning loudly as he released into
Jonathan’s hand. Jonathan slipped his hand out and turned back over.
“Go to sleep, Harrington. Forget it in the morning.” Jonathan didn’t turn back
again that night.
X
Jonathan woke up to an empty bed the next morning and an open window. Figures.
The seriousness of the situation finally crept under his skin.
He jerked Steve off last night. Steve would tell the whole school he’s a fag
and his tiny semblance of a normal life would be over.
But, Steve had enjoyed it… He got Steve off, so maybe he could use that against
him? Steve Harrington beaten off by the freak.
Sighing, Jonathan got out of his car, slamming the door. Maybe for once, people
would just let him believe he didn’t exist.
“Byers!” Nope, not a chance. Steve was jogging over to him, waving a hand.
“What do you want, Steve?”
“I want to talk about last night,”
“Look, I don’t care if you hate me or if you think I’m disgusting, but if you
spread it around the school, everyone will just realize that you liked it just
as much as-”
“Woah, woah woah, are you serious? Dude, I don’t regret last night.”
Jonathan didn’t believe him. “Whatever, just run back to the one you really
wanted last night, Nancy’s already inside.”
“That’s not- It wasn’t Nancy I was thinking about last night.”
“What?” Jonathan needed hearing aids. It was the only logical conclusion.
“I wasn’t thinking about Nancy last night when I, you know. I was thinking
about you. You, Jonathan. I’m not ashamed of that.”
Jonathan froze. No fucking way, no way was Steve Harrington admitting that he
was turned on by Jonathan.
“Come on,” Steve dragged Jonathan by the arm towards his car, shoving him
towards the passenger’s side before running around to the driver’s side.
Steve definitely didn’t stick to the speed limit as he sped to wherever the
hell he was taking him. They pulled up in front of what Jonathan distinctly
recognized as Steve’s house, but didn’t have time to dwell before Steve was yet
again pushing Jonathan, urging him to exit the car.
Jonathan didn’t remember much of how they got upstairs, but they did. Steve’s
mouth was on his the second they got in the door, and they somehow made it up
to Steve’s room. Steve gently pushed Jonathan onto the bed before taking off
his shirt, never taking his eyes of Jonathan’s.
He leaned down to kiss him again, sucking Jonathan’s lip between his teeth
before pressing his hand to the skin of Jonathan’s abdomen, running circles on
the smooth skin there. He grabbed the hem of the shirt, tugging lightly as if
to ask permission. When he nodded, Steve lifted the material over his head.
“Beautiful,” Steve leaned down to kiss down Jonathan’s chest, going lower until
he reached the top of his jeans. “Can I?” Jonathan nodded slightly, looking
away from Steve.
“Hey,” A warm hand cupped Jonathan’s jaw, forcing him to look up. “I’m not
gonna do anything to hurt you, I promise. You want me to stop, I stop, okay?”
Jonathan nodded once again but Steve shook his head. “I need to hear you say
it.”
“Yes, Steve, I- I want this. You.” Steve captured Jonathan’s lips in another
kiss before reaching down and undoing his belt. Jonathan wriggled to help Steve
get his pants off before feeling confident and undoing Steve’s belt and
trousers. Steve smirked down at him, being met by a shy smile. He made quick
work of his own pants and both of their underwear.
Seeking confirmation in Jonathan again, Steve searched his eyes for any
regrets, hesitancy, anything. Finding none, he reached for the lube in his
draw.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” Jonathan breathed. Pushing his legs apart, Steve slicked up his fingers
before gently pushing a finger against Jonathan’s hole. Gasping, Jonathan
grabbed the sheets beneath his fingers tight enough to hurt. Steve pushed his
finger in slowly, waiting for Jonathan to adjust. Jesus, he was tight. When
Jonathan gave the okay, he added a second, scissoring his fingers, spreading
him wide. When he added a third, Jonathan was a panting mess on the bed.
“Steve, please.” Jonathan begged him, and how could he resist that?
Retreating his fingers, Jonathan felt a sudden emptiness, but that didn’t last
long when the head of Steve’s cock was pressing against his hole. He pushed in
oh, so slowly, and Jonathan whimpered at the feeling of being sofull.
“Move, please.” Jonathan pulled his neck down to kiss him, while Steve pulled
out to thrust back in again and he hit a spot inside Jonathan that made him
scream out in pleasure.
“Shit, shit did I hurt you?” Steve looked terrified.
“No, god no, keep moving.” Steve pulled out again and thrust in faster,
creating a steady pace and making Jonathan fall completely apart. Steve
couldn’t help but pound faster and faster, ripping moans from Jonathan’s throat
and from his own. He could feel his release growing in him and Jonathan clench
around him as he neared his own.
The tightness around him was enough to push him over the edge and with one last
thrust, he came inside of Jonathan. The feeling of Steve spilling into him
pushed Jonathan to his own release, painting both of their stomach’s white.
Steve collapsed on top of Jonathan, panting heavily and Jonathan couldn’t help
but wrap his arms around him.
“Believe me now?” Steve asked.
“Shut up, Harrington.”
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