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“Surprise!” The chorus of voices was loud, almost startlingly so. Had Jonthatn not been anticipating it, he would have flinched. But Nancy did not, she looked on in astonishment. The lights flooded the room as everyone screamed with glee at her. It was a moment frozen in time for them, a sort of a return to normalcy amidst an apocalypse. Jonathan couldn’t really blame the kids, they were all celebrating Nancy’s birthday in a bunker, they were allowed to overcompensate. And as much as Robin refused to call it that, and as much as the kids tried to refer to the space below the radio station as a secret lair, it was a bunker, a dark and depressing bunker.
Everyone was smiling though. They were having a drink and shitty cake Murrey had brought at one point in preparation for that night. Even Nancy, if you didn’t really know her, looked like she was having a good time. But Jonathan knew her, and he saw the way her smile was on the side of polite, forced, pretending that she was grateful for this, so that she didn’t bum out everyone else who was putting an effort.
If Jonathan looked around the room and stared hard enough, he was sure he would find the same taut smiles doing their best to pretend for the sake of everyone else that, for just one night, they were normal people, in a normal situation, having a normal celebration.
And maybe if he focused solely on Steve Harrington, he too could believe it. Steve’s smile was genuine, his laugh was easy, not forced when Robin said something funny. But he didn’t focus on Steve Harrington because he had a girlfriend who needed him; because one lapse in judgement when he was high meant nothing. Because he stopped it.
Yet when he tried to put his hand around Nancy, pull her close, try to feel what he used to when they first got together, she always gave him a half smile and pulled away. He didn’t look back when he could feel Steve’s eyes on the two of them, probably calculating how to strike and take Nancy, how to use his mistake against him and get out of it scot-free. So Jonathan just hung around Nancy without touching her or saying much.
Some time into the night, when Jonathan was nursing his second beer, when Nancy had moved on to the hard stuff Hopper liked, the power went out; something this place was notorious for.
The beam of a flashlight illuminated the room among groans of annoyance. Then a second one followed, and finally a third, right in Jonathan’s face.
“I can fix it,” Steve’s voice came from behind the third flashlight, confident and irritating.
At that, Nancy and Steve looked at each other, locked eyes just for a moment, but that was enough for something to pass between them, something he wasn’t able to name. He couldn't help the jealousy that crept into his heart and settled there. Jonathan was growing tired of the macho bullshit, of Steve always trying to one up him in front of Nancy, but on that one night, he was too tired to care. Let Steve have her; to him, in his tipsy state, it seemed like neither he or Nancy wanted to be in their relationship.
Dustin said something quippy, questioning Steve’s ability to fix the outage without someone holding his hand, and Steve simply said:
“Byers’ll come and help me.”
It took Jonathan a second to process that he’d said his name and not Robin’s or even Nancy’s (get her alone in the dark and work his charm on her again).
“I’m sure you can handle it,” Jonathan’s voice came out colder than he’d expected.
Behind the beam, still pointed at him, Jonathan saw a glare pass on Steve’s face before he simply walked over to him, grabbed his arm, almost fully enveloping his biceps with his hand.
“Shut up,” Steve said to him and pulled him up the stairs.
Jonathan was prepared for yelling or a full on fight; for Steve to pin him against the wall of the DJ booth, they were just passing, and beat his face in. That did not happen. They walked in silence through the whole building, the only sound their heavy footsteps on the wooden floors.
When they stepped outside into the hot and stuffy August air, Jonathan finally managed to take a breath. The way Steve looked over his shoulder, quick and sure, made him uneasy. Something was coming. He just wasn’t sure what exactly it was.
They reached the small shed that housed all of the breakers and electrical shit Jonthan did not really know anything about. Steve held one of the double doors open for him. Their eyes locked and at last Jonathan could see just how angry Steve actually was. Even with a beer and a half in him he could still take Steve. That time though, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to.
“So you’re just gonna ignore me forever?” Steve said as Jonathan broke the eye contact by walking past him and into the shed.
The plan wasn’t to ignore Steve forever, just avoid him until he could rationalize what he had done, so he could stop feeling so guilty it made him dizzy.
“Yes.”
Behind him, Steve let out an exasperated gasp. The sound made Jonathan’s stomach turn to knots. If Steve wanted to blackmail him into ending things with Nancy he could come out and say it.
“Listen, man, last night-”
Jonathan cut him off. “I was high.”
“But you said you didn’t do that anymore. I couldn’t smell it on you,” Steve’s voice was softer.
“Yeah, well, I lied,” Jonathan had picked up a trick or two from Argyle. He turned around and in the dim of the moonlight, Steve looked like a dream, something right out of a movie. And in another life, Jonathan would be allowed to have him.
“So it didn’t mean anything to you?” Steve tried to hide the hurt in his voice, make his face a blank expression but it didn’t really work, not when Jonathan was looking so closely.
He hesitated, tried to mimic Steve and make his own expression unreadable but Steve was shining that stupid light in his face and he must have caught the way his eyes flickered just so.
“You liked it, didn’t you, Jonathan?” Steve said, stepping closer.
“I have a girlfriend,” Jonathan’s voice shook, he hadn’t ever realized how much taller and broader Steve was than him.
“Uh-huh. That why you ran to her ex?”
Steve was standing right in front of him, Jonathan could smell his expensive cologne, just like the night before. Steve’s closeness, his smell, the feel of him, made Jonathan more drunk than the beer had; it made him reckless; stupid.
“Steve, just,” Jonathan tried, but Steve’s hands were on his hips, thumbs massaging his sides.
“You ran off last night. I didn’t even get to finish,” Steve whispered against his lips.
“Please not here,” Jonathan mumbled.
“You’re scared your girlfriend’s gonna catch you? See what a cock-”
“Mom,” Jonathan interrupted him. “And Will…”
“So you wouldn’t mind Nancy seeing,” Steve cocked an eyebrow, smirking, playing with him. “You want her to be jealous? See what she can’t do for you?” Steve tsked his tongue, shook his head. “‘Cuz you’re good Byers. Hate to admit it, but you are. And I’ve been thinking about your mouth,” Steve’s hand made its way up to his chin and then he slipped a finger in between Jonathan’s already parted lips. “Your ass,” Steve’s other hand made it to Jonathan’s ass and squeezed.
At that sensation, as much as he didn’t want to, a moan escaped Jonathan’s lips. He was already growing hard in his jeans, and the shame of it made his head spin.
“Was last night your first time?” Steve asked and all Jonathan could do was shake his head. “You’re so tight, Jonathan,” Steve moaned against his lips. “But you’ve kept yourself loose for this, right?”
It hadn’t been for that, because until just ten minutes ago there was never supposed to be a “this” ever again. But after getting back to Nancy’s and with everyone asleep, he hadn’t been able to control himself. He had still been a little stoned and extremely horny. And then, in the morning in the shower, trying to do what Steve had done, failing, and feeling even worse about himself.
“You want it. Say it,” Steve ordered, voice low and deep.
Jonathan had never seen him like that, so strong and demanding and fully in control. A part of him wondered if he had been like that with Nancy. And then, another, terrible, disgusting part of him wondered who Steve liked fucking more, who was better.
“I want you,” Jonathan let out around Steve’s finger.
“Here?” Steve smirked again, pressing his thumb on Jonathan’s tongue. “We can go right over there, you’ll unzip my pants and get me hard, and then I’ll fuck you.”
“We have to fix-” Jonathan choked out before Steve said.
“Then you gotta be quick, Byers.”
Steve pulled him by the shirt behind some crates full of something… Jonathan knew in the back of his mind that he should know what was in there. But the way Steve was manhandling him, pulling and pushing him around, made his head fuzzy. Steve was pushing him to the ground and Jonathan could not care less about anything else but doing what he was told and unzipping Steve’s fly to fish his cock out.
At the sight of it, the heaviness of it in his hand, Jonathan wondered how he had taken it so easily the night before. His head was too hazy, too misty with desire to really care; he took the head between his lips which made both of them moan.
It was heavy on his tongue, filling his mouth, stretching his jaw just right, and Steve wasn’t even fully hard yet. He was embarrassed to admit it, but Jonathan was already straining against his jeans, and every time his head went down he tried to grind on nothing, to get at least a little bit of friction from his jeans. He was moaning around Steve’s cock, drooling at the sides of his mouth already. He could feel Steve’s cock throb and harden in his mouth which only made him see stars. He was making the Steve Harrington hard.
Above him, the grunts that were spilling from Steve told him he was doing a good job. Steve tangled his fingers in Jonathan’s hair and tugged him forward which caused him to choke.
“You sound beautiful,” Steve moaned before pulling him even further down his cock. “You can take all of it this time.”
It was all Jonathan wanted at that moment. All of a sudden, he was a man on a mission and he let Steve guide his head up and down as he pleased.
“Fucking shit, Jonathan,” Steve’s voice was trembling as he made Joanthan fuck his own mouth on Steve’s fully hard cock.
Steve was picking up the speed, starting to thrust his hips in time with Jonathan’s bobbing head, but there was still so much cock to take in. Jonathan was unsure if he would ever be able to go that deep, no matter how much he needed it in his bones. And he tried, fuck did he try. He tried to relax his throat, do anything he could think of but his jaw started to ache in an unpleasant way and he felt like he was going to throw up from the choking. To add to that and the limited airflow to his brain, he started to feel out of it. His face was wet with tears and spit; he just needed to take a breath. He pressed his palms to Steve’s big thighs and tried to push him away. He just needed air. Steve was stronger than him in that position and pulled his head down roughly as far as it could go. Jonathan choked, spit rising up in his throat and spilling from his mouth, coating Steve’s cock. Jonathan tried to pull himself together despite his jaw feeling like it was coming off and the sting at the back of his throat.
“We don’t have time for this,” Steve was displeased and Jonathan, through choked out gasps for breath, felt a new kind of shame burn in his chest. There was humiliation of not being able to satisfy Steve and he wanted Steve to make him pay for it.
With a quick motion, Steve pulled him back up to his feet. Jonathan was still lightheaded and it was slightly difficult to focus with his brain low on oxygen.
“You ever gotten eaten out before?” Steve asked with his mouth against his lips.
“No,” Jonathan breathed out, feeling that unpleasant sting in his throat. “You?” The question left his mouth before he could fully process what he had asked.
Steve smirked, and roughly turned him over and put Jonathan’s hands on the crate next to them for support. He made him lean on it, so that his hole was easier to reach. Steve unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans and underwear down, he himself followed down to his knees behind Jonathan.
“Some of the dads loved doing it,” Steve’s breath was on his bare ass.
Before Jonathan could ask a follow up on that bizarre answer, Steve licked a long stripe from Jonathan’s taint up to his hole. The words died on his tongue. It was so wet but Steve’s tongue on his hole made him moan. Every lick sent a shiver through his whole body, ending at his cock. which was bouncing up and down, desperate to be touched.
“Holy fucking shit,” Jonathan groaned.
“You like it?” Steve teased.
It was Jonathan’s turn to grab Steve by the hair and shove his face to his ass. Thankfully, Steve didn’t protest, he just obliged and went back to work. Jonathan grabbed his cock and started pumping it slowly, rocking his hips back on Steve’s wide, wet tongue. He wanted to tighten his grip and fuck his hand until he spilled on the crate but he knew what else was in store for him, so he bit his lip until it started to really hurt and let go of his cock, letting it swing between his legs, hard and red, and soaking wet. The pain from his lip helped his brain focus on something else for at least a couple of seconds.
“You’re so loose, Jonathan,” Steve moaned against his cheek. “You’re loose because of me, for me,” he sounded drunk.
“Jonathan!?” Nancy’s voice came from somewhere outside, startling the both of them to sobriety. “Steve!?”
“Be quiet! Act normal,” Steve ordered. He didn’t move up from his place behind Jonathan.
“What are you-” but he got cut off when Steve got back to tonguing his ass. “Stop!” He tried to murmur.
Nancy came into the shed. By some miracle, luck was smiling down on them and she didn’t have a flashlight. If she did, Jonathan suspected it would all be over. She would have seen his flushed face, unfocused eyes, and sweaty forehead; she probably would have seen Steve on his knees, face buried in her boyfriend’s ass, too.
“What’s taking so long?” She was annoyed. “What are you doing?” Nancy looked at him and he looked back at her while Steve was on his knees behind him with his tongue inside of his. “Where’s Steve?”
“He doesn’t know what he’s doing, I guess,” the words came out on auto-pilot, so used to trying to tear Steve down that it came easy to him, even with a tongue in his hole. He stifled a groan, his hands tightening on the crate. Steve hadn’t been too pleased with what he had said about him and sunk his teeth into his left cheek.
“You okay?” Nancy sounded concerned while Jonathan was doing his best to sound normal.
“Yeah, I’m fine, yeah,” he said. “Guess I stepped weird on the way here. It’s dark and stuff.”
Nancy didn’t seem convinced but she was also tipsy and her interest in him was very low.
“Please, just hurry up.”
“We’re almost done,” Jonathan said.
For a moment it looked like she was about to say something else but decided against it, turned around, exasperated, and walked away.
“Steve,” Jonathan tugged Steve’s hair. “We need to stop,” he whisper shouted.
“No way, Byers,” Steve said as he got up.”You’re not blueballing me a second time.”
The press of Steve’s hard cock against his ass made Jonathan moan. He needed it, too. He hadn’t let himself cum earlier, thinking that if he did it would somehow solidify what they were doing; make it real. But with Steve so close to him, his hot breath on Jonathan’s damp neck, the only thing that mattered to him, more than his family, more than Nancy, was getting off.
“Fuck me,” Jonathan moaned.
Steve didn’t waste any time. He spit on his hand, the sound loud and degrading in the quiet of the night. Steve slicked himself up and then smeared some on Jonathan’s hole, pressing his finger in up to the first knuckle, which made them gasp.
“Beg for it,” Steve told him.
“Steve-” Jonathan’s voice was full of frustration. Steve knew he wanted it, perhaps could feel just how much Jonathan needed it, that should have been enough.
“Beg for my cock, Byers,” Steve murmured against his neck. “Or I swear I’ll fucking jerk off over your ass and make you go back wet with it and still so painfully fucking hard.”
Jonathan screamed out when Steve squeezed his cock for the first time ever. His hand was so big and firm and hot.
“Steve, please, fuck me,” Jonathan moaned.
“Tell me what you need.
“I need your cock,” Jonathan was almost shaking with arousal and shame at the mess he had become.
“Good boy, Byers,” Steve said against his neck, sending shivers down Jonathan’s sweaty spine.
Dirty talk wasn’t something he knew he liked but Steve’s rough voice made him tremble; made him even harder. Being called a good boy was new, and it should have been demeaning but it only made him thrust his hips backwards, trying to get more of Steve inside.
Steve was so good at catching Jonathan’s drift and only chuckled before lining himself up and slowly sliding into Jonathan, just a couple inches at first, letting him adjust to the size. It was too big, and Jonathan was not prepared enough, but Steve gave him a few tight strokes, which made him lower his head between his arms. He was breathing heavily with the effort of taking so much, but when Steve was touching him, the pain morphed into pleasure in a way nothing had ever felt before.
Inch by stretching inch, Steve finally bottomed out and Jonathan had never felt so full, so sloppy, so hard, and so desperate for more.
Slowly, Steve’s arms made their way around his body, bringing Jonathan back, flush with Steve’s chest.
“You feel better,” Steve whispered, out of breath, in his ear, before starting to move.
Jonathan’s head lulled back, resting on Steve’s shoulder, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping down his chin as Steve worked his cock out of Jonathan slowly, only to push back in just a little more forcefully each time. Jonathan was getting fucked dumb.
The harder the thrusts became, the more Jonathan’s head emptied of any and everything. There was only one thought and it was: Steve’s cock, over and over again, with every movement of Steve’s expert hips. Then Steve’s cock found that spot inside of him, that spot that no one else had really ever bothered with. At the low yowl Jonathan let out, Steve became somehow more determined to abuse his prostate. And Jonathan was grateful for it. His skin had never been on fire like that before. Every touch, every contact Steve made with his body was over-stimulating, his cock was twitching up and down, not touching anything but even that felt too much.
“Squeeze,” Steve moaned in his ear. He sounded just as out of it as Jonathan felt. Both of them were only chasing their releases, the only thing they could think or feel was the need to finally cum. Their whole bodies were on fire with desire.
Jonathan’s hands found Steve’s that were gripping his body; one on his side and the other on his collar bone. He grabbed them just to have something to hold on to. Jonathan was discovering that he could be very obedient, so he did as he was told. As Steve was pulling out, he tightened his whole body. That made Steve let out a low and delicious groan.
After just a few minutes of Steve ramming into him, the only sounds in the night, their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin, Jonathan felt the coiling in the pit of his stomach, he was already so close. If he could focus on anything but their cocks, he would have been self-conscious about how fast he had reached that point.
“I’m gonna-” he managed to croak out.
At the low murmur, Steve pushed one of Jonathan’s hands off and grabbed his cock. He started jerking him off in time with his unyielding thrusts and it didn’t take Jonathan long at all before he came with another scream. The orgasm shook his whole body. He had never cum so hard in his life. The side of the crate got covered in so much cum.
Steve gave him a few seconds to catch his breath, not moving, just caressing him. He pulled out, which made Jonathan wince. He was already hyper sensitive all over his body.
“Get on your knees,” Steve instructed and Jonathan followed.
Finally, being able to take the sight that Steve was in was amazing, his hair had gotten mussed. Jonathan was the one who had messed it up. He was flushed, a maroon running down his neck as a film of sweat was coating his forehead. Steve was roughly jerking himself off, towering over Jonathan. He was looking down, a sort of a far away smile playing on his lip. Steve was just as fucked up as Jonathan was.
“Open up,” Steve said finally and pushed his cock between Jonathan’s lips.
With a loud grunt, Steve came down his throat. Jonathan couldn’t deny that he liked the taste, he knew he’d want more, so he made sure not to waste a single drop.
They were both panting for a minute or two, trying to catch their breaths from what seemed to be the best sex of either’s life, as much as Jonathan hated to admit it. After Steve’s breathing had gotten back to semi-normal, he turned around, went to the generator, turned something and from the main building lights illuminated the night.
“You knew how to fix it?” Jonathan was hoarse, he would be a liar if he said he didn’t like it.
“Happens all the time. Dustin showed me a while ago,” Steve tucked his now soft cock back into his jeans. Jonathan couldn’t help the thought that entered his mind. How long would it take before Steve was ready for another round? “C’mon,” he said, helping Jonathan up to his feet. “You okay?” His voice was soft again, caring, the same way he spoke to Nancy.
Jonathan nodded. Steve helped him put his pants back up, wordlessly. He wiped both their faces with some rag, he had apparently stashed in there just for an occasion like that one. He didn’t know if he liked thinking about Steve with other people in the shed. But he definitely liked that new version of Steve, the one that was supporting his weight, that was gentle and attentive.
On their way back as his brain finally started catching up to everything they had done and said, Jonathan asked.
“What did you mean, some of the dads?”
Steve gave him a quizzical look.
“Earlier you said, some of the dads, when I asked you if you’ve-”
“I think you’re imagining,” Steve turned his head to avoid looking at him directly.
“No, you said, some of the dads,” Jonathan repeated. He had been out of it, too turned on for his brain to fully function, but he was certain that he was not making that up. Steve had said it.
“Look,” Steve sighed, turning his head, no longer avoiding Jonathan’s eyes, a look on his face that Jonathan had never seen before. It almost reminded him of guilt, but Steve was not someone who felt such things. “I had to pass the time. Contrary to popular belief, working at the mall wasn’t that fun. And girls aren’t exactly lining up for a guy who makes minimum wage and wears a stupid sailor outfit,” Steve said it so casually that Jonathan didn’t know what was more shocking; what Steve used to do or how nonchalant he was about it.
Jonathan just gaped at him. “But-”
“Listen, I need you to do me a favor,” Steve said, quickly changing the subject. “When we get back, I want you to give Nancy a nice, long kiss.”
“What?” Jonathan’s eyes widened.
“I want her to taste me on your tongue,” Steve smirked. “I wanna know if she’ll remember.”
Jonathan’s stomach turned to knots, he felt nauseous all over again. How could such a thing even go through Steve’s mind, especially after what they had just done. He felt dirty, but to Steve it was all a joke, a game. He was smiling at him. Jonathan wanted to punch him.
“And if I don’t?” Jonathan asked.
“You will,” Steve winked as he entered back into the basement.
“Took you long enough,” Dustin said, annoyed.
“Yeah, yeah,” Steve rolled his eyes at him, then turned back to Jonathan. “Five minutes, Byers,” he tapped his wrist even though he wasn’t wearing a watch.
No one really paid Jonathan much attention, except for Steve, who was eyeing him every few seconds from the opposite side of the room where he was talking to Robin. He was able to make his way to the far side of the room to check on Will. Not that Will needed checking up on, but Nancy wasn’t there and he could feel the knot in his stomach tightening so much that it started to hurt. Consternation had enveloped him. He could not be sure what Steve would do if he didn’t follow through. Would he out Jonathan, make up some bullshit story about how he had gotten high and came onto him? Everyone had tried to convince him that Steve had changed; that he was a good guy. But that look in his eye when he’d told him to kiss Nancy was evil, like payback, finally, after all those years, for taking Nancy from him. But if he did kiss her, would she even be able to taste it, know the betrayal both of them caused? Would she really care? He looked up and Steve was staring at him, when their eyes met Steve pointedly looked over at Nancy and then back at him.
With a deep breath and shaky hands, Jonathan walked over to where Nancy was talking with El.
“Hi,” he said.
He did his best to fake a smile and then he leaned in and kissed her, pretending it was nothing more than just a greeting. He could feel himself rotting on the inside. He was sick, perverted, twisted. He hated himself so much at that moment that he wanted to run away and never be seen again.
“Hey,” she said when they pulled apart. “How’s your foot?”
There was nothing on her face, in her voice, to tell him she knew. He fucked Steve with her and almost everyone else they cared about, just a few feet away, and he had gotten away with it. There was nothing stopping him from doing it again. As sick as he felt at that moment when it was over, he needed it again; he needed to feel Steve inside of him again.
From across the room Steve was staring at them, at him. That was not the last time they would have sex and it was not the last stupid test Steve would put him through just for his own amusement. The worst part was that it didn’t matter, he was hooked and he didn’t know if he would ever stop needing Steve.
“Jonathan?” Nancy snapped at him.
He looked back at her. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” he smiled at her, but he knew that smile was not reaching his eyes. Nancy simply didn’t care enough to call him out on it, even though it was clear on her face that she knew something was off with him. He was grateful.
For the rest of the night, he kept his distance, his whole body vibrating with the need to get Steve alone again. And if the constant, hungry glances Steve was throwing his way were anything to go by, Steve needed Jonathan even more.