Oral sex, kissing, drugs misuse, alcohol misuse. Death mentions. Angst. Anal sex. Daddy kink. Creampie.
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''I'm trying to let you go so I can love him''
It had been a month since you died, Jonathan and Steve had grown closer with the shared attachment of loosing you. The weather had got dark and stormy as they cuddled in Jonathan's bed.
The music softly playing in the background, their lips not leaving each others. All warm and cosy as the rain pattered hard on the windows, Jonathan's room was filled with candles flickering.
Joyce knew about their relationship, it was not like they hid it well. Since you died, Steve had not been home and had started leaving money on the side for Joyce out of his pay check.
His boss had given him grievance pay, as living in a small town like Hawkins it was hard not to know everyone who lived there. He had seen you talking to Steve even spoken to you, maybe the grievance pay was more for you than it was for Steve. Something of a sexist approach but Steve was unaware of this and collected the extra pay.
A softer song began playing on Jonathan's speaker, filling the room up with ambience and Steve limped out of bed still in his boxers. Shivering slightly as he pulled Jonathan up out of bed and held him close, they moved with the music staring into each others eyes.
''I didn't know that you could dance'' Jonathan smirked, his eyes were mocking him slightly as he stared at him. Steve was letting him lead, as Jonathan moved around the room. He realised how he had fallen in love with Steve, there was still something that raged on inside of him with every glance but they had not seen anyone other than each other for over a month.
Jonathan was sure about his sexuality and had been before he even laid eyes on Steve. Steve was the one who was still fighting his internalised homophobic and had yet accept the compliments that Jonathan gave him.
''Well my mom sent me to dancing lessons when I was younger, she thought it would help me get a wife'' he was looking down at his feet as he spoke, his own words burnt him. He pulled away from Jonathan and sat on the bed, his hands instantly in his face. Tears began falling quicker and quicker, before they turned into sobs.
Jonathan hovered over his body, sitting down next to him and placing his arm on him. Steve tried to move it away with his elbow but Jonathan forced him into a hug.
''Hey hey, it's okay. Ignore what your mom thinks, you danced very well with me'' he smiled at him, Steve's face was red and puffy as the tears flooded down his face.
''That's the point'' he sighed, pushing Jonathan away from him quite strongly, he quickly gathered a few of his things and rushed out the room. They were alone in the house, Jonathan stayed sitting on the edge of his bed stunned. He heard Steve's car start and fell back onto his bed.
Jonathan stayed in that position for a while, he had no energy to move. His heart was hurting, he wondered about Steve. Wondered where he had pushed him to far by simply being with him. There was still resentment towards him, at times he couldn't stand him. But he knew deep down that he had feelings for him. He saw the way that Steve looked at him, he knew that there was something between them.
Since you had died, their relationship had strengthened. They were still fighting in school, Steve wasn't particularly nice to Jonathan. His words always cut Jonathan deeply, their sadness for you was unbearable and the only way Steve thought to deal with it was to fight the one boy who cared about him.
They saw less and less of each other out of school, their fighting became more and more often.
This Friday both boys get invited to a house party at Jason Carver's house, Jonathan spent a while deciding on what to wear knowing that Steve would be there. He secretly hoped that he wouldn't be a jerk the whole night but he knew that he was setting the bar too high.
It turned 9PM when Jonathan left his house, he finished a blunt in the car before getting out and anxiously walking towards the big suburban house. Music blasted out of the open windows, loud voices carried down the street as he walked inside there were various people sprawled across each of the walls. They clutched red cups, entertained by the person in front of them, he rolled his eyes and searched for Steve.
Tommy Hagan found him lurking near the alcohol and decided to taunt him, spilling his red cup all down his top. His arm was dangling off Jonathan's shoulder, his lips close to his cheek as he drunkenly nattered down his ear. Jonathan wished that he would disappear, standing there staring off in front of him not paying attention to his surroundings.
After a while, he decided to push Tommy away from him. Making his way to the bathroom in hopes of having some piece and quiet, he had a crumpled pre rolled blunt in his pocket. The stairs were a covered in white carpet with drink and shoe marks scattered across it, he pushed past people making out on the stairs. Until he finally reached the bathroom, peeking his head round the door not realising that it was preoccupied.
On the counter there was a white substance that Jonathan assumed to be cocaine, it was laid out to form the words 'I miss you so much' as he watched the person snort it with a rolled up dollar bill. His eyes locked with the person.
He blushed and began to back away but he felt an arm pull him back into the room, his hands clutching tightly onto the blunt in his pocket. Steve pushed his lips on Jonathan's as he locked the bathroom door, their bodies melted together against the door. He moaned into Jonathan's mouth, his hands exploring his body. The cocaine was still lying on the counter as Jonathan's hands cupped Steve's ass cheeks, moaning softly as he kissed Steve roughly.
They kissed until their lips were sore, Steve's eyes were wide as he got on his knees. Unbuckling Jonathan's jeans letting them fall to his ankles and began stroking over his boxers, feeling his dick get harder with every stroke. Jonathan's hands were tangled into Steve's hair as his boxers fell with his jeans, Steve's tongue licked the tip of dick causing Jonathan to moan loudly. His eyes not leaving Steve's as he watched him slowly place his dick into his mouth.
''Fuck Steve'' Jonathan moaned into the room, Steve moaned with him causing vibrations to shoot through his body.
Steve's head bobbed on his dick, using his saliva as lube as he moved his head closer to his pelvis taking all of Jonathan's length. Jonathan thrusted deeper into Steve's mouth as his tip hit the back of Steve's throat, he choked slightly. Tears began to form in his eyes but as Jonathan guided his head with his hands, Steve began to undo his own jeans. The noise of his belt hitting the cold floor made Jonathan jump, Steve tightened his lips around his dick making Jonathan's head tilt back with a loud moan.
''Oh my god'' the sensation of Steve's lips made his eyes roll back, opening them to notice that a slight bulge had appeared in Steve's boxers.
He pulled Steve's head off his dick, bending down and removing Steve's boxers.
''Get into the bath'' he growled at him. Steve did as he was told.
Both boys stood in the bath, their naked bodies touching each other as Jonathan kissed him. Placing his fingers into his mouth, sloppily sucking on them before turning Steve around with his free dry hand. Spreading Steve's cheeks apart, kissing down his body as he inserted a single fingertip inside him. His free hand had made its way to his dick where he rolled the tip of his dick between his fingertips, Steve moaned softly at the feeling. He slowly moved his finger deeper inside him, gasping at the sensation and rotating it slowly.
Placing sloppy kisses on his back as quickened the pace, feeling Steve loosen around his finger and bucking his hips. He slowly inserted another finger making Steve gasp even more, his head tilting back to rest on Jonathanโs neck as his fingers thrusted inside of him. Steveโs body moved back onto his fingers, moaning louder and louder. Jonathan removed his fingers and aligned his dick, sliding it down his cheeks before slowly placing the tip inside of him.
Steve whimpered as he slowly felt himself be filled up with Jonathanโs length, Jonathan moaned at the tightness of Steve around him. Their bodies getting closer and closer, Steve held onto the wall as Jonathanโs tip reached further inside of him. He moved in a circular motion on Jonathanโs dick, feeling himself get looser and looser with every movement.
Jonathan thrusted into him with one slow motion, Steve gasped. His hand forming a fist shape, Jonathan's hand covered his mouth as he thrusted into him harder. Moaning loudly as he gripped onto his hips, pounding himself into him. His eyes rolling back as he felt himself tense up inside Steve, letting go of his hips and reaching for his dick. Tightening his hands around it and stroking it as he continued to thrust into him. Steve grunted into his hand, his eyes tightly shut.
Jonathan felt Steve tighten around his dick, his moans turning into pants as he felt himself twitch.
''Holy fuck, I'm going to cum'' Jonathan moaned as he thrusted inside him. Feeling himself climax, tightly moving his hand.
โCum for me daddyโ Steve panted sliding back onto Jonathanโs dick, begging for him to cum.
Jonathan moaned as he felt his dick empty himself inside Steve, still thrusting inside as he squeezed Steveโs dick. Playing with his tip in his hand, Steve moaned at the feeling. Jonathan slide out of Steve, turning him around as he crouched down to meet his dick. Steve aligned it up to his face and thrusted it hard into his mouth, Jonathan slightly as he felt all of Steve fit into his mouth.
He moved his head, moaning onto his dick. Tightening his lips around him, Steve moaned loudly into the shower. It echoed as his hands clasped hard into Jonathanโs hair, guiding his mouth across his dick. Jonathanโs spare hand gently played with his balls as saliva dripped from his mouth. Sloppy sounds came from the bathroom as Steve tightened the grip in his hair, his tongue played with his tip making Steve gasp.
โOh fuck Daddy. You could make me cumโ Steve whined, his head tipped back as he moved quickly in and out of Jonathanโs mouth. That name rang clear in Jonathanโs ear, fuelling something deep inside him. He tightened his mouth, firmly moved his balls between his fingers as he watched him twitch at the sensation knowing he could cum any second.
โHoly crapโ Steve grunted as he felt himself empty inside Jonathanโs mouth, his eyes rolling back as Jonathan continued to suck and swallow all of his cum. He sucked until Steve couldnโt take it anymore, physically removing himself from Jonathanโs face.
Standing up, his hands cupped Steveโs face as he kissed him hard. Sliding his tongue inside his mouth, making sure that he tasted himself.
Interrupted by someone banging loudly on the bathroom door, Steve looked at him in a panic. The idea of catching him in the bathroom with Jonathan Byers terrified him, they quickly got changed and Steve buried his head in the toilet bowl pretending to throw up.
Jonathan slowly opened the door, only showing Steve to the person behind the door. Making a face, the person moved on. The two boys smiled at each other, Steve stared at the cocaine in front of him and rerolled the dollar note before taking a line. Tilting his head back and sniffing, his eyes widened, he turned to look at Jonathan with a smile. Scooping up the rest of the cocaine into a bag, he grabbed Jonathanโs hand and pulled him out of the bathroom.
Instantly dropping his hand as they made their way to the staircase, Tommy threw his arms around Steve and pulled a face at Jonathan. Ignoring it, Jonathan continued down the stairs. He pushed past people in the hallway until he reached the back garden, it was calm and quiet. Finding the furthest corner from the house, he lit his blunt and exhaled.
His thoughts drifted to Steve and he smiled to himself, feeling himself get higher and higher with every toke. Not realising an hour had passed until Tommy and his gang rushed outside.
โOi Byers. Steve is mumbling your name, somethings up with himโ Tommy slurred on his words, the look of concern flashed across his face.
Without a second thought, Jonathan rushed inside. Steve was face down on the couch, mumbling words to himself. Crowds of people has disappeared with a few people standing around watching Steve.
โHey Steve, you okay?โ Jonathan touched his shoulder, lifting his head up to look at him properly. Unable to get a response, he tilted his head to Tommy indicating for help.
The two boys carried him to Jonathanโs car, Steve slurred on his words in the passenger seat. Mumbling affectionate words to Tommy, who just laughed. Jonathan thanked him for his helped, who shot him a suggestive look before waving them off.
He took Steve home with him, his body weight was heavy on his shoulder as he guided him through the house. Propping him up in his bed after painfully undressing him, thrusting some water in his face.
Jonathan stayed awake for hours after Steve had fallen asleep sitting up, his snores filled the room. Anxiety fuelled Jonathanโs sleepless night, in fear that heโd wake up to find Steve not alive.
Steve woke up to the sound of Joyce in the kitchen, his head was sore as he drunk most of the water by his side. Running towards the bathroom, he began to feel slightly better when he wondered back to the bedroom. Jonathan was stirring in his sleep as he crawled back into bed, throwing his arm around him and nuzzling into his neck.
''I'm sorry if I embarrassed you last night'' he mumbled into Jonathan's ear, hoping that he was not to bad at the party. Not remembering much.
''You didn't, don't worry'' Jonathan rolled over and smiled at him, their faces were inches apart.
''You do remember sleeping together though don't you?'' Jonathan blushed, smiling at him.
''Of course I do, I could never forget something like that'' Steve kissed him sleepily, smiling into their kiss.
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