"like I expected, you're much comfier than my pillow" - Steve Harrington pls c:
"Jonathan, please. I'm begging you. Come to bed."
Steve watched as Jonathan fumbled around his room, putting away books and throwing clothes into baskets. Steve was positive that he knew exactly what he was doing, that snake.
"Steve, please." Jonathan mocked, tucking textbooks and various writing implements away. "I'm begging you, let me clean my room."
Steve groaned and threw his hand over his eyes dramatically. "Jon, you don't understand. If I don't get cuddled in the next ten minutes, I'll die."
Jonathan's shuffling paused and Steve could practically hear his skeptically raised eyebrow. "You'll die?" He repeated slowly.
Steve nodded without moving his arm. "This will be my bitter end."
Jonathan hummed and his shifting around the room continued. "Hmm. I hope you had a nice life then."
"You're just going to let me die like this?" Steve whined, moving his arm and looking across the room at his boyfriend.
Jonathan turned, a small smile on his face. "Nancy'll be in soon. Besides, my mom will actually kill me if I don't do this."
Steve gasped. "Well, now I'm offended on her behalf! Ms. Byers would never."
"Yeah well, you've never had to face her wrath." Jonathan muttered.
"And also Nancy's not here yet and she's too bony. Makes me feel like I'm cuddling my nail bat."
Jonathan fixed his narrowed eyes on his boyfriend. "Why do I feel like that's something you would do?"
"Jonathan!" Steve groaned again. "Please!" Then Steve's voice got softer, more vulnerable. "I want to cuddle with you."
Jonathan watched Steve, his face the picture of a disbelieving look. It was quiet for a moment before Jonathan put down the papers that were in his hand and stepped over to the bed.
"You asshole" Jonathan huffed, kicking his shoes off. Steve beamed, shifting over to make room. You're using the puppy dog eyes on purpose."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Steve offered innocently.
Jonathan rolled his eyes fondly and lay back on the bed, raising an arm so Steve could try his hardest to mold as close to him as possible. Steve turned on his side so he could press his face into the crook of Jonathan's neck and curl an arm under Jonathan's waist.
"Ah." Steve sighed, his breath fanning across Jonathan's throat. "Like I expected, you're much comfier than your pillow."
Jonathan hummed and despite his urge to clean, found himself relaxing into his boyfriend easily. There was a moment of peaceful silence before Jonathan turned his head, pressing a kiss into Steve's wild hair.
"If my mom asks why my room isn't clean, I'll send her to you." He whispered. "Also. I'm telling Nancy that you didn't want to cuddle with her."
