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Jonathan was sitting in history class, his notebook open but untouched as the teacher droned on about ancient civilizations. However, none of that mattered because his focus was entirely consumed by the figure sitting just a few rows in front of him.
Steve Harrington, the former King of Hawkins High, was flaunting a skirt today. A knee-length black pleated affair that swayed slightly as he shifted in his seat. It was a result of a dare with Robin Buckley, and the entire school was buzzing about it. Jonathan could hardly concentrate on anything but the tantalizing sliver of tanned thigh that peeked out from the slit of Steve's skirt. Every time Steve crossed his legs, the fabric would ride up just a little higher, and Jonathan found himself helplessly captivated.
The sight was both shocking and thrilling. Steve had always been confident—unapologetically so—but seeing him embrace this new style took Jonathan's breath away. He hadn't realized how much he wanted to see Steve step outside his usual basketball shorts and button-ups. There was something so alluringly rebellious about it, and Jonathan couldn't deny the heat pooling in his stomach at the thought of what lay beneath that fabric. His fingers twitched with the desire to reach out, to slide them underneath the hem of the skirt and feel the warmth of Steve's skin. But just as he succumbed to the fantasy, the teacher's voice sliced through his daydream.
"Mr. Byers!"
Jonathan jumped, snapping his gaze away from Steve’s thigh and hastily focusing on the teacher, his heart racing from embarrassment. The classroom erupted in laughter at his startled reaction, and Jonathan felt heat rise to his cheeks. It didn’t help that Steve had turned slightly in his seat, his lips twitching with barely restrained amusement as he caught Jonathan's eye.
"Uh, yes? Sorry!" Jonathan stammered, trying to regain his composure.
"I asked you to explain the significance of the Treaty of Versailles," the teacher prompted, looking unimpressed.
Jonathan's mind went blank. All he could think about was how ridiculous the teacher was being—how could he expect Jonathan to think about anything besides Steve in that moment? He muttered something nonsensical about peace and countries, but his eyes drifted back to Steve, who was now leaning back in his chair, completely at ease, as if he hadn’t just turned the entire classroom into a spectacle.
Steve smirked, “Nice try, Byers.” Steve teased, his voice low enough just for Jonathan to hear. “But your eyes were definitely not on the history lesson.”
Jonathan flinched but couldn't help but smile. The truth was, he didn’t mind at all being distracted by Steve. In fact, he wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around him, to pull him close, and whisper how amazing he looked. It was a dangerous thought that flickered through his mind, sending adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The bell rang, snapping Jonathan out of his thoughts. Students began to file out of the classroom, but Jonathan stayed behind, slowly gathering his things. Steve lingered too, waiting for him.
“Hey, you coming?” Steve asked, a teasing glint in his eye, his confidence radiating like a warm glow.
“Yeah, just—got caught up in, uh, history,” Jonathan replied, trying to play it cool, though he knew he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all Steve. As they left the classroom and walked through the crowded hallway, Steve chatted animatedly about the reactions he’d gotten from their classmates, oblivious to Jonathan’s internal struggle. With every step, Jonathan felt the tension between them simmering, a palpable magnetism that made his heart race.
When they reached the exit, Steve paused and turned to face Jonathan, a playful smirk gracing his lips. “So, are you going to be staring at my legs all day, or are you going to make a move?”
Caught off guard, Jonathan blinked, unsure if he was dreaming.
“Make a move?” he echoed, his voice thick with uncertainty.
“Yeah, I mean… I know you want to,” Steve said, his tone light yet charged with an undercurrent of something more serious. “Besides, this dare with Robin is going to make her impossible to be around, and I deserve to get something out of it.”
Jonathan’s breath hitched, and he took a step closer, emboldened by the moment. “What if I want a chance to win you over, Harrington?”
Steve’s grin widened, and in that instant, Jonathan made a decision. He reached out, his hand brushing against Steve's leg, feeling the warmth of skin beneath the skirt. Steve’s eyes widened, and for a moment, it was just the two of them, standing on the threshold of something new and thrilling.
“Game on then,” Steve said, a hint of challenge in his tone.
As Jonathan smiled back, the promise of boldness lingered in the air, and right then, he knew that every moment spent staring at Steve in that skirt had led to this one—the beginning of something extraordinary.
**
After stumbling into the darkroom and barely remembering to lock the door and switch on the outside red light to indicate that someone was using the room, though this time not for its normal use, but to keep everyone away, Steve was on Jonathan in an instant. With a swift motion, Steve’s hands found their way to Jonathan’s waist, fumbling momentarily before expertly undoing Jonathan’s belt. The sound of metal clinking against leather sent a jolt of electricity through Jonathan, a rush of exhilaration mixing with a hint of disbelief. He’d never expected this moment to unfold in such a way, a moment so charged with intensity and desire.
“I want you so much,” Steve said softly, his voice steady but laced with need. The confidence in his gaze made Jonathan’s heart race. “Touch me,” Steve whispered.
Jonathan’s breath hitched as he processed those words. They hung in the air between them, heavy with promise and expectation. It was an invitation, one that stirred him in unexpected ways. The excitement mixed with the urgency of the moment felt almost surreal, a heady cocktail of emotions.
“Are you sure you want this?” Jonathan asked, needing to confirm this was something Steve wanted with him. The last thing he wanted was to push too far, too quickly, and ruin everything building up between them.
“Absolutely,” Steve replied, his eyes locking onto Jonathan’s with a fierce determination. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
With that confirmation, Jonathan felt a surge of confidence wash over him. He pulled Steve closer, feeling the warmth radiating from his body. Jonathan’s hands came up to cradle Steve’s face, brushing back a stray lock of hair before capturing those lips in a kiss that ignited everything inside him. It was a soft introduction that quickly escalated into something more passionate, their mouths moving in rhythm as they explored and tasted with an urgency that belied the stolen nature of their encounter. As they kissed, Jonathan’s hands began to drift lower, exploring every inch of Steve’s hips and ass. Then, lower as Jonathan’s fingers traced up Steve’s thighs, higher under the skirt, reveling in the smoothness of his skin.
A low breath escaped Steve’s lips as Jonathan ventured boldly, the thrill of pushing boundaries sending tendrils of heat through them both.
“Jonathan,” Steve gasped against Jonathan’s mouth, urging him on, encouraging him to delve deeper.
The urgency doubled as Jonathan's fingers found the waistband of Steve’s underwear; it was a thin scrap of lacy fabric, a tantalizing barrier between them. Wait? What? Jonathan thought, pulling away, to look at Steve, then asked, “Are you wearing panties?”
Steve’s expression was dazed, and he nodded, “Buckley said if I were wearing the skirt, boxers would mess with the lines of it; panties would be better.”
“Mmm, what color are they?” Jonathan asked, as he pressed a kiss under Steve’s ear.
“Why don’t you, oh, find out?”
“Are you really sure?” Jonathan repeated, wanting to be certain.
“Yes,” Steve breathed again, his voice thick with anticipation. “I’m sure.”
That was all the encouragement Jonathan needed. With a renewed fervor, he slid his fingers beneath the fabric, exploring, growing bolder with every passing second. The feel of Steve’s skin against his fingers, hot and hard, was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but revel in the rush of heat that hung thick in the air around them. In the dim light of the darkroom, it felt like they were isolated in their own world—one filled with passion and discovery.
Every stroking touch of Jonathan’s fingers sent ripples of pleasure coursing through Steve’s body, drawing him closer to the edge, to an irresistible release that lingered on the horizon.
“Yes, please… like that…” Steve encouraged, his voice a mere whisper now, filled with need and hunger.
Jonathan’s heart soared at the sight of Steve’s enraptured face, knowing it was his touch that inspired this passion in Steve. He pulled Steve away from the door and gently guided him to one of the tables in the darkroom, positioning him chest-down against the cool, smooth surface. The moment was electric, and Jonathan could feel the anticipation crackling in the air between them.
“It will be easier for you this way,” Jonathan murmured, finding himself lost in the sight of Steve’s silhouette, the fabric of the skirt pooling around his hips. He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Steve looked, even in this vulnerable position.
Steve turned his head slightly, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. “I trust you,” he replied, his voice low, dripping with excitement.
With that trust lingering in his mind, Jonathan acted quickly. He lifted Steve’s skirt higher, revealing the soft skin of his thighs and, fuck, red lace panties —just a small piece of fabric that teased Jonathan by concealing what he truly desired to see. Carefully and almost reverently, he pulled them down over Steve’s hips, observing as they fell to the ground in a gentle tumble.
The sight made Jonathan’s breath catch in his throat. “You look incredible like this,” he whispered, his fingers brushing along Steve’s skin, feeling the warmth radiate beneath his touch.
“Waiting for you to get started,” Steve teased, a hint of mischief in his tone.
Jonathan swallowed hard, desire surging through him as he leaned over Steve, his breath warm against the exposed skin of Steve’s back. He pressed a soft kiss to the small of his back, savoring the moment.
“I’m going to make this worth your while,” Jonathan promised, the words spilling out with a confidence that surprised even him. Jonathan reached for a nearby drawer and pulled out a small jar of Vaseline, which he normally kept there for his dry hands. He quickly fumbled it open and got some on his fingers. As he began to explore, his hands gliding over Steve's skin, his fingers sinking inside Steve’s hole, Jonathan felt the tension in Steve’s body shift.
“Relax,” Jonathan breathed against Steve’s neck, whispering, “It will feel good, I promise.” Every brush of Jonathan's fingers drew soft breaths and subtle movements from Steve, each sound propelling Jonathan deeper into his desire.
“Keep moving them like that,” Steve encouraged, his voice a melody that fueled Jonathan’s resolve to give the older boy all the pleasure he could.
Jonathan was lost in the heady feeling, watching as Steve moaned and writhed under his touch. He let his other hand roam freely, tracing the defined lines of Steve's back and the lean curve of his hips. Every touch was deliberate, intended to ignite every nerve ending and draw forth the pleasure they both craved.
“Tell me what you want,” Jonathan prompted, his voice low, a mixture of command and desire.
“I want to feel everything,” Steve replied, his tone half-pleading, half-demanding. “Do it, Byers. Fuck me.”
Those words sparked a fire within Jonathan. He leaned in closer, whispering promises against the warm skin of Steve’s neck, causing shivers to dance down Steve’s spine. Each kiss, each caress of Jonathan’s fingers drove them both deeper into this whirlwind of feeling.
“I’m right here, Steve,” Jonathan said softly as he prepared to take that next step forward. His heart raced as he positioned himself closer to Steve, undoing and shoving his own pants and boxers down around his knees, the heat radiating from their bodies igniting an overwhelming need within him. Jonathan could feel the tension building, almost palpable in the air between them. Every heartbeat thrummed to the rhythm of their desires. As he kissed down Steve’s back, Jonathan’s hands gripped Steve’s hips, his fingers pressing into the soft skin.
“You’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered, his voice thick with raw emotion.
“Do it, please, do it,” Steve urged, arching his back slightly, pushing against Jonathan’s fingers in a gesture that was both inviting and challenging. “Jonathan. Please!”
Those words sent a surge of eagerness coursing through Jonathan. He pushed forward slightly, his fingers aligning against something in Steve that caused him to gasp in shocked pleasure. With every kiss along the curve of Steve's spine, Jonathan felt more encouraged, more emboldened. His touch was firm yet reverent, taking in the nuances of Steve’s body.
“Are you ready?” Jonathan asked, his voice steadier than he felt.
“Yes,” Steve breathed, his voice almost a plea, and that single word pushed Jonathan to the edge. The vulnerability in Steve’s tone only heightened the moment, deepening their connection further. Acting on instinct, Jonathan leaned in, pressing another kiss to the small of Steve's back before moving lower. He took his time, savoring the taste of skin and the way Steve’s breathing quickened in response.
Every bit of contact sent shockwaves of excitement through them both.
Jonathan relished the soft sounds Steve made every time he moved his fingers inside Steve’s hole, knowing that every movement was guiding them further into the depths of their shared desire.
“God, you feel amazing around my fingers. Hot and tight,” Jonathan murmured, his breath warm against Steve’s skin. He could sense Steve’s anticipation building, and it only spurred Jonathan on, driving him to take the lead with more confidence.
“Don’t tease me, Byers,” Steve countered, but there was an unmistakable tremor of excitement in his tone. It was an encouragement for Jonathan to push his fingers deeper, and he was more than willing to oblige.
“Just let yourself feel it.” Jonathan encouraged Steve softly, his voice a soothing balm amidst the tension. With those words, Jonathan could feel Steve relax a bit more, surrendering to the sensations coursing through him.
“Inside,” Steve begged, his voice thick with urgency. “I need you in—”
Before Steve could finish the sentence, Jonathan pulled his fingers from Steve and stroked his own cock, slicking it up. He placed the tip at Steve’s hole, took a quick breath, and then Jonathan slid in deep, the warmth and tightness wrapping around him, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his body. Steve broke off with a gasp, the sound igniting a primal hunger in Jonathan.
“Amazing, you feel amazing,” Jonathan whispered in Steve’s ear, his voice low and husky with desire. The heat radiating from Steve’s body only heightened Jonathan’s excitement further, pushing him to move even closer, filling the space between them until it was almost unbearable.
Steve’s breath hitched as Jonathan began to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that made every thrust feel like a shockwave to his system. He could feel the way Steve responded—his body arching against the table, each gasp and moan fueling Jonathan’s need to drive deeper into him.
“You’re fucking fantastic like this. On my cock, moaning, just for me,” Jonathan murmured, his lips brushing against Steve’s ear as he thrust again. He took in the sight of Steve’s back, the way his skin glistened under the dim light, highlighting the contours of his body as Jonathan continued to push them both toward that precipice.
“Don’t stop,” Steve urged, his voice full of desperation and passion. “Please.”
The encouragement caused something wild inside Jonathan, and he answered with deep, slow, steady thrusts, eliciting another broken gasp from Steve. With each of Jonathan’s movements, they sank deeper into the all-consuming desire that unraveled the threads of tension and anticipation that had built up between them. Jonathan lost himself in the sensation, the way they were seamlessly intertwined, their bodies moving in harmony.
“I want to hear you,” Jonathan breathed, his words a command as he leaned closer, kissing along Steve’s shoulder. The scent of his skin, mingled with the faint smell of the darkroom and their shared arousal, intoxicated Jonathan completely.
Steve responded with a low moan that vibrated through Jonathan. “You make me feel so good,” he whispered, each word filled with breathless urgency.
The sound was music to Jonathan's ears, pushing him to intensify his movements. His hands found Steve’s hips again, fingers digging in slightly as he held him steady. The rhythm between them grew more urgent, more primal, as if it seemed to stretch time itself.
Every thrust brought a new wave of ecstasy.
Jonathan leaned back just enough to adjust their angle, hitting that sweet spot that made Steve cry out in a mixture of pleasure and need.
“Right there,” Steve gasped, his nails digging into the table as he pushed back against Jonathan, begging for more.
Jonathan felt a surge of satisfaction at Steve’s reaction. He matched Steve’s movements, both of them rising to a peak that promised to carry them away, leaving everything else behind.
“Want you to come… with me,” Jonathan urged, his breath ragged. “Want us both to… come at the… same time.”
“Yes,” Steve gasped, and with that, the two of them began to chase that high, that building pleasure. It was a tidal wave of sensations crashing around them, leaving nothing but the two of them, lost in each other.
Their movements grew more frantic, the air thick with tension and arousal. “Come on, Steve,” Jonathan urged, his voice low and urgent. “I know you’re close.”
Steve responded with enthusiastic pushback, embracing the intensity radiating between them. Each of Jonathan’s thrusts sent waves of pleasure through both of them, their bodies perfectly synchronized in this moment of raw intimacy. Jonathan reveled in the way Steve’s body welcomed him as they spiraled deeper into pleasure.
“I need you closer, deeper in me,” Steve gasped, his breath hitching as he reached back with one hand, fingers digging into Jonathan’s thigh, urging him on. “Don’t hold back.”
With that encouragement, Jonathan felt a surge of determination. He leaned forward, wrapping an arm around Steve’s waist. His hand finds Steve’s cock, wrapping around it, stroking it firmly, quickly, causing Steve to moan and jerk his hips at the feeling of sharp pleasure that came from the confident touch. Jonathan’s movements are growing bolder, more self-assured. The way Steve surrendered himself to the sensations kindled a fire in Jonathan, compelling him to take them both higher.
“Tell me how it feels,” Jonathan whispered, his lips brushing against Steve’s ear as he picked up the pace, each thrust driving them closer to that precipice.
“Unbelievable,” Steve gasped, his voice laced with pleasure. “You feel so good inside me. I can’t… I’m so close.”
Jonathan’s heart raced at the sound of Steve’s desperate need, knowing they were both teetering on the edge. “You can come, Steve! We’re almost there,” he encouraged, his voice wrapped around Steve like an embrace.
“Together,” Steve panted, the urgency in his tone making Jonathan’s heartbeat quicken.
They were building toward something that felt utterly transcendent, as if they were carving out their own reality in that dimly lit room. With one last concentrated thrust, Jonathan pressed deep, their bodies melding perfectly, the intensity consuming them both. He felt the tension in Steve’s body hit a peak, and he knew they were both just moments away.
“Now, Steve,” Jonathan urged, his voice a fierce whisper demanding that the other boy comply, and he felt the pulse of energy shatter between them, each moment winding tighter until it burst forth.
With a ragged cry, Steve finally came, his body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over him, sending him spiraling into ecstasy. Jonathan followed suit, his own release coursing through him like wildfire, as it was lost in Steve’s depths, pulling Jonathan into a blissful haze as they succumbed to their shared desire.
For that timeless moment, there was nothing but the two of them—their bodies tangled, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in sync. As they finally collapsed against each other, breathless and reveling in the aftershocks of it, Jonathan pulled Steve into his arms, holding him gently. The lingering warmth enveloped them, a cocoon of intimacy that felt perfect in its simplicity.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” Steve panted with a breathless laugh, turning his head to meet Jonathan’s gaze.
“Neither can I,” Jonathan replied, an incredulous smile spreading across his face as he brushed a thumb along Steve’s cheek. “But I’m glad we did.”
The air between them felt charged as they caught their breath and the world slowly came back into focus.