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They kind of fall into it the first time.
It’s not planned, none of it is ever planned, it just kind of… happens.
Nancy and Steve are still on shaky ground, neither of them really having the time to talk about any of it, but she and Jonathan both turn to him when they’re standing together out on the porch, the two of them grabbing his arms and pulling him closer, looking for any possible wounds from the Demogorgon.
“Are you okay?” Jonathan asks, hand on his face, turning Steve’s jaw to look along his throat.
“You were amazing,” Nancy says, “I can’t believe you came back.”
Steve kind of just surrenders to it, feeling their hands on his sides, letting them pat him down and check him over.
Checking… that quickly devolves into his lips sliding over Nancy’s, and then Jonathan’s, and they don’t - not a single one of them - stop to think that maybe it’s a little, well, strange.
Together, they manage to get back into the house, down the hall and over the snapped bear trap, the burned carpet, and into what he assumes is Jonathan’s bedroom before they fall into it together, Steve landing on top of them with their legs between his.
He’s still lip-locked with Jonathan when they try to take his shirt off together and he pulls back to help, lifting it as their hands drop to his belt.
Jonathan rips it out, pulling Steve down against him as he does it, as he turns to drag his hand down the front of Nancy’s shirt, and then he’s being sandwiched in between them, their shaking hands stripping him naked while he helps Nancy out of her jeans.
Steve grabs her waist and turns to put her in the middle instead, shoving her shirt up and dropping his head to suck at the soft skin under her breast, listening to her breath hitch.
The three of them struggle to find some kind of balance the first time, switching it up when one of them can’t get where they want to be with another, all of them so mindless with desperation and longing that it doesn’t even frustrate them to get their footing - settling, eventually, with Jonathan in the middle, sinking into Nancy as Steve spreads him open from behind with fingers slick with lube that’s nervously shoved into his hand as Jonathan’s eyes meet his.
As good as it is up until that point, everything pales before they’re all connected, each of them moving together like they’ve done it a thousand times before. It’s one hell of a way for Byers to lose his virginity and Steve doesn’t even realize it until he’s helping, guiding Jonathan’s hips forward, showing him where to put his hands.
But for a moment, everything between them actually makes sense.
Their legs rub together in the tangle of Jonathan’s bed sheets, Nancy’s fingers lace with his on Jonathan’s hip and Steve turns him so they can kiss, able to taste Nancy’s lip gloss on Jonathan’s mouth.
He wasn’t expecting it to last after that night, per se. Hoped? He’d be lying if he said he didn’t have some kind of hope for more. He definitely didn’t expect it. But he was expecting, well… something, though.
Instead, things got weirdly tense, and he and Jonathan drifted apart and never spoke about it again. And, after a month of waiting, hoping something more would happen, he finally folded and Nancy and him reconnected instead, and Jonathan and that night after the fight with the Demogorgon quickly became a thing of the past.
… Or that’s what he thought.