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“Not like that, Steve!”
Jonathan knew Steve wasn’t an actor when he had asked him to act a part for his short film but being the loser with no friends and the infamously proclaimed “fag” he was, he didn’t have a choice. Both Steve and Jonathan had been going at it all day trying to perfect the scene, with Jonathan directing and Steve barely acting. The scene was simple, Steve had been kidnapped and was tied to a chair. He needed to look tired with fear in his eyes while actively trying to get the rope to break off which Steve had done brilliantly, the yards of broken rope lying behind the scenes told as much but Steve kept forgetting the main part, the fear part.
“Steve, we barely have any rope left, I need to submit this film by Thursday. For the love of God, at least try to incorporate fear in your eyes.”
“Man you know I’m not an actor, if you hate my act so much, you should’ve chosen someone else.”
“You think that wouldn’t have been my first thought? If I could get someone else, you wouldn’t have been here in the first place.”
“You know what I need a break, get me out of this shit.”
Jonathan’s sigh was loud and clear, “Give me a good scene and I will treat you to dinner today. Until then, you’re not getting out of that chair.”
“You’re joking,” Jonathan shook his head left to right while Steve’s mouth fell open. Another minute of this torture and hearing shit from Jonathan’s mouth, Steve might have just choked the guy. “Jonathan, you have ten seconds to untie me yourself or if I break myself out of this rope, it won’t be good for you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jonathan’s eyes were daring because this time he had tied the rope extra tight because the first seven times Steve had gotten out of it so easily, Jonathan had thought the ropes were made of rubber.
Steve jerked against the restraints only to realise that he couldn’t in fact get out of them as easily as the previous times. “Jonathan…” Jonathan tsked.
“Yes… Steve?”
“You get me out of here now and I’ll let you live.”
“What if… I don’t?” Jonathan walked the ten steps to Steve and lowered his body so that their faces would be close enough that Jonathan’s voice would irritate Steve.
“Act better or forget getting out of here before tomorrow.” Jonathan was looking straight into Steve’s eyes which were furious to say the least. Steve was mad, his nostrils were flaring and it didn’t take him long to attack the guy in his sight. He bit the first thing in his reach, Jonathan’s lower lip. The bite was so harsh, Steve felt Jonathan’s blood trickle to his own lip.
Jonathan jerked back from the shock while trying to soothe his already swelling lip. “You psycho!” Steve was proud of what he had done. About time since Jonathan learned that actions had consequences.
Steve licked his lips tasting Jonathan’s blood mixed with his saliva. Steve had been craving this, this adrenaline of fighting a guy even though Steve knew this was a play fight, nothing too serious but nonetheless it was exhilarating. Steve and Jonathan’s friendship had long grown over the years.
Steve felt the punch before he could see it coming, “Ow, man. Not cool, this isn’t an equal fight.”
“Yeah? Well, too bad, it's damn time you be on the receiving end of these things.”
Jonathan tugged at Steve’s hair to get him to look in his eyes as he hit him once more. Jonathan knew Steve was enjoying this, he thrived on living like this. Steve was looking at him through hooded eyes with a mischievous smile on his face. Jonathan licked his lip tasting blood for the second time as he raised his fist for the second time but Steve’s eyes weren’t on his closed palm, they were on Jonathan’s eyes, daring and unwavering.
But the fist never met Steve’s face, instead Jonathan got pinned to the cold wall with Steve overpowering his being, both his hands pinned behind his own body. Steve had distracted him and had gotten out of the chair. “How did you—”
“Nothing’s too hard for Steve,” Jonathan almost rolled his eyes at the use of third person. “Let go of me.” Jonathan’s voice was bored, he knew Steve wouldn’t hurt him at least not to the point of needing a hospital bed but he might have wanted to land a hit or two.
“No, not just yet, Byers,” he still had that annoying mischievous smile.
Now this time, Jonathan did roll his eyes at Steve. “What? Not scared, Byers?”
“Of you? In your fucking dreams, Harrington.”
“You should be,” Steve whispered as he bit Jonathan’s ear with a little less intensity than before and a weird noise broke out of Jonathan almost like a moan. Damn Steve and his obsession with biting. Steve pulled back from his ear with his eyebrows raised, shocked and at loss for words. Meanwhile, Jonathan looked mortified, he blamed the noise on the lack of action in his life. To be honest, he hadn’t gotten laid in almost a year and half so it was natural for his body to react like this. But with a man? That too with Steve? This was beyond humiliating.
Steve was too close, Jonathan could feel his breath on his face with his legs pressing him further into the wall. They were surrounded by silence. Jonathan’s doe eyes were staring into Steve’s shocked eyes. Steve’s shock had been completely due to the noise, partly because of the moan itself and partly because he wanted more of it. Steve had been turned on to put it in simpler words. Steve had not gotten down and dirty for the last two months which for him had been a long long time.
Jonathan subconsciously licked his blood-oozing lip and Steve’s eyes fell down to it. Steve gulped, this was basically like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles. Steve shouldn’t have been this bothered, he didn’t even swing that way. He liked women, sexy women with breasts and vaginas not a five feet something man with doe eyes, a weird bowl cut and a… dick.
But Steve couldn’t pull his eyes away from Jonathan’s lips. Just once. He wanted to kiss him just once. Maybe as a sort of experiment to know if he was into this… this thing with a man.
“Jonathan…” he whispered his name as if he was a devotee begging his God.
“I’m gonna do something, please, don’t hate me,” and Steve’s head dipped down to Jonathan’s lips who stood frozen. There were three things in motion in that room, Steve’s lips and both their hearts. Steve was kissing slowly at first, to check if he was into this. Jonathan on the other had started defrosting, coming back to his senses and realising what was happening. Steve was kissing him.
Having enough of the slow torture, Jonathan freed his arms from Steve’s hold who had pulled back from Jonathan thinking he was not liking this due to the force he had just applied trying to free himself. “I’m so—”
“Not a single word, Harrington.” And Jonathan’s arms wrapped around Steve’s neck pulling his face down to his, kissing him hard this time. It took a second for Steve to regain his composure. Within a second they were both tasting Jonathan’s blood, their tongues mingled with saliva drooling from both their mouths.
Jonathan was again backed up against the wall as Steve rubbed against him, his hand reaching down to grab the bulge in Jonathan’s pants. The same kind of noise as before slipped out of Jonathan’s mouth and Steve knew he was much more than just into it. It was like music to his ears.
“Jonathan…” Steve was trailing kisses from his jaw to his neck. He stopped on Jonathan’s neck and bit him there, he had never given a woman a hickey but in that moment it felt like the right thing. Jonathan was leaving out breathless moans and Steve was craving him more than he could crave the dinner Jonathan had promised.
Steve’s hand slipped under Jonathan’s boxer and sure enough, his dick was as hard as Steve was sure his own dick was. He started gently stroking the twitching organ.
“Not like that, Steve. Harder.” He smiled against Jonathan’s neck, he would give it hard to him if harder was what he wanted. Steve’s strokes became more rougher than before until Jonathan’s whole body was writhing under him. He pulled out his hands just before Jonathan could cum and Jonathan let out a groan.
“Relax, I could do a lot more than just masturbating. Men can do it too, you know?” Jonathan wasn’t listening or speaking, he was ready to do whatever if it meant a good climax.
Steve pulled Jonathan's pants down to his ankles while dropping down to his knees. He took Jonathan’s tip in his mouth first and Jonathan’s whole body arched up against the wall, his eyes closing in pleasure. Steve’s mouth was warm as it slid down Jonathan’s whole length. Jonathan was on cloud nine, he saw stars behind his eyes and he wasn’t sure how long he could bear the oral torture.
Steve’s head was bobbing up and down his length and just when Jonathan was sure he had felt it all, he felt Steve’s finger circling his ass hole. His eyes opened, “Wh-What?”
“Relax,” was all he said before he started sucking his dick again. Steve wetted his right index finger with his saliva before it went back to circling Jonathan’s hole. It wasn’t long before Jonathan felt it slipping in. His whole body tensed at the foreign feeling. “Not okay?” Steve asked as he curled the finger inside Jonathan’s ass and simultaneously Jonathan’s toes curled.
“Keep going,” his whisper was barely audible.
Steve had stopped sucking his, his sole focus was now on Jonathan’s face as he moved his fingers. Yes, plural. Fingers. Inside him. Steve was two digits in and he was sure Jonathan was ready for Steve. He stood back up and pulled out his fingers, guiding Jonathan to the very chair he had been tied to, up until a few minutes ago. Steve sat down first and Jonathan sat on top of him, straddling him.
Steve pulled down his pants and briefs down to his knees and his shirt over his head. “Let me know if it’s too much,” this was a first for both Jonathan and Steve and he wasn’t sure how it would feel but he sure as hell didn’t want Jonathan to be uncomfortable or in pain. Jonathan didn’t reply just nodded while hiding his face in Steve’s neck. Steve chuckled, “What are you doing?”
“I’m embarrassed, you know, being butt naked and all plus a little scared of the seven inch you’re packing.”
Steve held back his laughter and guided his dick to Jonathan’s hole with a smile on his face, this was different more than in one way compared to all his other times. Slowly, he entered inside Jonathan. Jonathan was biting on Steve’s neck. “Does it hurt?” Steve was concerned about Jonathan’s well being. “Keep going,” Jonathan strained out.
He lifted his hips to get more of his length inside Jonathan’s ass, he must have hit Jonathan’s spot because his whole body tensed and a loud moan slipped out of him. Steve was feeling a high, his adrenaline was buzzing in his ears.
“More, Byers. I wanna hear you,” Steve bit Jonathan’s ears, making Jonathan whimper, Jonathan was stimulated to his limit. He could feel Steve’s dick twitching inside him and his own dick was pressed against Steve’s stomach, the bite was all too much. He started moving his body on top of Steve’s. His moves were slow and barely action filled. Steve grabbed Jonathan’s the back of his thighs stilling Jonathan and lifted his own hips hitting Jonathan’s spot.
It wasn’t long before Steve was moving fast and Jonathan was panting hard, Somewhere in the heated commotion, their lips found each other. They were kissing sloppily but it was perfect. They were both chasing the high. So damn close to catching it.
“Jonathan… Jonathan,” Steve was chanting his name, he need him to know how much he liked this, he was sure Jonathan from this moment on had ruined women for him. Steve wasn’t sure if he would be able to feel this amount of pleasure with a woman. “You’re so perfect, Jonathan. So perfect,” Steve whispered, biting Jonathan’s nipple through the cotton shirt clinging to his sweat.
“Steve—” Jonathan was close, way too close, Steve knew by the clenching around his own dick. This was a telltale for both a man’s and woman’s climax. “Yes, Jonnie?”
A new nickname.
“Steve, I'm s- so close,” Jonathan’s eyes were closed shut. A few more strokes inside him and Jonathan was gone for, his body stilled as he came in waves of pleasure. Coating his shirt and Steve’s chest in streaks of white. Steve was still moving inside him though. Steve was close but he needed a few more strokes to reach his high.
“Steve,” Jonathan moaned again and Steve hit his last stroke before exploding inside him, he had meant to pull out but his name from Jonathan’s mouth had crazed him.
Steve pulled out after emptying everything in him and he heard Jonathan chuckle against his neck. “What?” Steve asked, confused.
“That tickled,” Steve shook his head side to side with a smile on his face. His cum was dripping from Jonathan’s ass onto his thighs. They sat in a moment of silence before Jonathan asked, “What now?”
“Now, we’ll take a shower.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows raised up, “Together?”
“Yeah, do you not want to?”
Jonathan’s eyes looked at Steve suspiciously, “I have a feeling you wanna do anything but shower.”
Steve raised his hands in defense, “Okay, you caught me but let’s go.”
Jonathan got off Steve’s lap with Steve following behind. Though on the way to shower, Jonathan stopped by the camera he had been using to direct his film and shock took over his face.
“What happened?” Steve asked with concern.
“The camera was on all the time.”