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Jonathan didn’t know what he was doing here, he should have stayed home. But something outside of his window had been disturbing him, and he needed to fix that. He was sick and tired of not being able to sleep, not without seeing Steve fucking Harrington in all of his dreams. He had a crush on The King Of Hawkins for years, and he knew it was never going to happen. The only things he had of Steve were the photos he had been taking over the years, both ones that weren't that bad. But then there was his portfolio, the portfolio filled with pictures of Steve fuckig Nancy, Steve and Eddie Munson getting high and sometimes doing more than they maybe should. It was hands down his favorite portfolio.
He shook his head to rid the thoughts of him being the other person in those photos. It was dark outside, and he was all alone, his brother with his friends playing dnd and he was pretty sure that his mom was in Hopper’s cabin. The dark had never scared him, but now, it did. He didn’t know what was out there, just that it was something that was disturbing him. “Hello?” He mentally hit himself, this is always how they die in horror movies, but he didn’t feel like he was going to be hurt. He walked around the house, over to his window, wanting to find what made the sound outside of his window.
Nothing could have prepared him for what was going to greet him. "S-Steve? Is, is that you?" The boy was sitting under his window and his eyes were red and it looked like he had been crying nonstop for hours. "Steve, are you okay? Are you hurt?" Jonathan moved closer to the other, hoping that he could help him. His breath hitched when Steve threw himself at him, sobbing into his shoulder, and he was at a loss of words. He just held Steve, combing his hand through his hair.
"Steve, can we go inside? Maybe talk about this?" He spoke softly and he felt a weak nod from the other. He slowly moved them to stand up, supporting most of Steve's weight. He didn't know what had happened to Steve but his heart fluttered over the fact that he was so close to the other. He could smell the vanilla in Steve's hair, the faint smell of weed. Jonathan's heart dropped, Steve had been hanging out with Eddie before coming here, what had happened between the two?
Getting Steve into his bedroom was a hassle but he was finally laying Steve down in his bed. "Can I lay down next to you?" He looked at the other, trying to give him space but it was hard, he just wanted to curl up around him and hug him. Steve nodded and scooted further into bed, giving Jonathan space so he could lay next to the other. He carefully wrapped his arms around the boy in his bed, hoping to be able to provide some comfort. This hadn’t been his first thought of having Steve ‘The King’ Harrington in his bed, frail and crying, his first thought had been more, well, more crude. He didn’t mind it though, a big part of him preferred this, he enjoyed the thought that he could provide comfort to the other.
Jonathan didn’t know how long they laid there, him just holding Steve, not talking, just comforting the other. “M-my dad caught me with Munson.. He, he threw me out and I didn’t know where to go, Nancy has Robin now, and, well, Munson has picked a fancy to Chrissy and Billy.. I’m alone, and you, you are always so nice to me Jon. I’m sorry I destroyed your evening by sitting under your window, crying and just being pathetic. Thank you for taking care of me.” The words were almost not even a whisper but he was close enough to Steve to hear the words. It should have hurt that he was the third choice, not even the second, but he didn’t care. Fuck Nancy and Eddie if they didn’t see how precious the boy was, Jon saw it, and he was going to treasure it for as long as he could. He didn’t answer right away, he just pulled Steve closer and hoped that the small gesture was enough for the other to understand that he cared.
“You are always welcome to stay here Steve, my mom sees you almost as her own. Sometimes I think she likes you more than me, but I can’t really blame her, I like you more than me.” He mentally smacked himself, he shouldn't have said that. “Fuck, pretend you didn’t hear that, god. Anyway, I’ll always take care of you Steve, you just need to ask. And you aren’t pathetic, I mean, you could have just knocked on my door and not sit under my window, but you do you.” He hoped that the joke would make Steve laugh and he grinned when Steve let out a small chuckle. He liked when Steve was happy, he was so pretty when he smiled. “Thank you, Jon.” Steve whispered and laid a small kiss on the others cheek.
Jonathan flushed, not really thinking that Steve would kiss his cheek. He turned his head and looked at Steve, smiling softly. Every bone in his body wanted to lean down and kiss him, but he was scared to be rejected. Maybe, if he asked first it wouldn’t hurt as much if he was rejected? “Steve, can I kiss you?” He forced the words past his lips and looked at Steve, hoping that he would be allowed to give him a kiss. He had been dreaming about this for years, and he was hoping that his dreams would be answered. He didn’t get a vocal answer, but he felt Steve’s soft lips against his, and it was better than he could have dreamt off.
Steve tasted like vanilla, not like how he smelt, he tasted sweeter, and he could also taste faint cherry. It was probably a lip balm that tastes like cherry and he had to pull away so he could grin and tease Steve about it. “Cherry chapstick? Is there something wrong with the normal ones?” Jon chuckled softly when Steve blushed, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know? Robin gives me them, Nancy persists to give her lip balm and she doesn’t like the scented ones so I get them. Do you have a problem with cherries?” Steve rambled and Jonathan's entire stomach filled with butterflies. “No problem at all.” He leaned back down for a second kiss, making sure it was just as soft and sweet as the first one.
This time it was Steve who pulled away first, he pulled away so that he could properly look at Jonathan. The light from the moon shining soft on his skin, it wasn’t a lot of light but it was enough for him to see the entirety of the boy, whose bed he was in. Jonathan was the one to break the silence, not being able to stop himself. “I like you Steve, I always have. I never really loved Nancy, I only dated her to feel closer to you. It’s stupid I know, but I can’t undo it now. Don’t get me wrong, I like Nance, but not more than a friend. I haven’t romantically liked anyone but you.. I know this might be a lot to take in, but I can’t keep quiet anymore.” This time it was Steve who stopped Jonathan from rambling, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not to start anything but to get the other to shut up.
“I think I like you too, I have just been too scared to allow myself to fall for you.” Steve’s words seemed genuine and Jonathan smiled, just looking at the other. “You don’t have to know, we can try us out, see if you like it. And if you don’t, that’s okay, you are allowed to not like me more than a friend. But seeing how you kiss me I think we don’t have to worry about that.” Jonathan teased Steve, just to lighten up the feeling. “I think that sounds like a good plan.” Steve smiled and kissed Jonathan once again. “But, maybe we should sleep before making more decisions? Can we maybe, um, sleep without clothes, I, I want to try it.”
Jonathan wasn’t about to say no to that, so he just nodded and moved to sit up. He quickly slipped out of his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. He looked at Steve, asking for silent permission to take his clothes off and smiled when the other gave him a slight nod. Jonathan quickly discarded Steve’s clothes, trying to ignore the brussies, releasing that when Steve had said his father had thrown him out, he had literally thrown him out.
They were both only wearing their underwear and they worked together to slip under the covers. The bed was almost too small for two grown boys, but with Steve laying slightly on top of Jonathan they made it work. A quiet and soft ‘goodnight’ was exchanged between the two and Jonathan waited for Steve to fall asleep before he let himself relax. “I love you Steve Harrington. You are, and always have been, my dream.” He whispered and let out a soft sigh before he pulled Steve even closer and kissed his head. Jonathan let sleep take him, a dreamless sleep now that his dream was laying in his bed.