These two are my travel companions on the monk campaign i use for pearl hunting,
Pearl and Pond Scum
I'll show them off properly in another post but basically Pond is a scrawny tiny baby who needs all the love and Pearl would probaly kill lizards on her own if i wasn't dragging her where i wanna go
(This is exactly how i found her btw, bullying a lantern mouse on my way to shoreline)
technically this fanfic is part five of a series of Stonathan one-shots, but you don't have to read the previous parts to enjoy this one. however, if you'd like to, here is part one, two, three, & four
rated e | 7,919 words | tags: top steve, bottom jonathan, degradation kink, use of f-slur (for degradation kink, not hate), cock warming, feelings realization, pain kink, light BDSM, anal play, photography
Jonathan pulled down his visor in his car, taking a moment to make sure his hair looked okay. Steve always seemed to find him attractive, whether he was disheveled or more ‘put together’, but that didn’t stop him from checking. He ruffled his hair a little before he closed the visor, satisfied with the messy, but not too-messy look he had going on. He grabbed his messenger bag from the passenger seat before he made the short walk up to Steve’s place. He’d parked on the side of the road, using the woods behind Steve’s house to get there without being seen by his neighbors in broad daylight.
“Finally, he shows,” Steve teased once Jonathan finally made his way up to the back patio door. He’d been standing there waiting for—Jonathan took a moment to look down at his watch before he playfully rolled his eyes–a few minutes.
“You’ve only been waiting for two minutes, Steve. That’s hardly any time at all. Are you really that impatient?” Jonathan asked as he tried to dampen the smile on his face. He was amused by Steve’s mild pestering. And, he had to admit, he liked the subtle admission that Steve wanted him there enough to notice he was two minutes late. He’d never been missed by anyone like that before, besides by his mom and brother sometimes.
“Don’t sass me. I’m the one who let you stalk me and take pictures, remember? You’re lucky I gave you such a great show,” Steve replied sternly as he opened his sliding door, gesturing for Jonathan to go inside. He had to fight the urge to point out Steve’s amused smile. Clearly, his stern tone–at the moment–wasn’t all that serious.
“‘Let me’ seems like generous wording on your part. I just said I wanted pictures of you. You’re the one who invited me over to take them from the woods at night. That was your idea entirely,” Jonathan continued as he went inside, “The stripping was definitely your idea, too.” Steve followed before he closed the sliding door behind him. Jonathan’s back was against the glass before he had time to process that Steve had grabbed him and flipped their positions.
“Do you remember who you’re talking to, bitch? I was generous enough to let you take pictures of me, like you wanted. And I know you’ve been wanting to take pictures of me from the woods at night for ages now. That’s obvious from the pictures I found on you nearly a month ago of Nancy, Carol, Tommy, and me. We both know you were there to see me that night, don’t we?” Steve practically growled.
Jonathan let out a little whine when Steve pressed up against him, nudging his knee to fit between his legs. Being trapped between Steve and the glass while he spoke so aggressively reminded Jonathan of the first time they'd messed around; when he'd blown Steve in the school parking lot weeks ago. It was such a turn on.
“Answer me,” Steve demanded as he pressed his knee more firmly upward. Jonathan whimpered softly as his hips jerked mildly against Steve's knee. The pressure was almost too much, but he still couldn't help wanting more.
“Yes, yes. I…I was there to see you that night. I wanted pictures of you from…the woods behind your house,” Jonathan confessed, his cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. The burn of humiliation was familiar, and so good coming from Steve. His voice was barely louder than a mumble, but he was sure Steve still heard him clearly because of the pleased look in his eyes. His mouth had, mostly, kept its sneering shape, however.
God, how Jonathan loved when Steve sneered like that. He looked so sexy.
“That’s what I thought, fag. So why don’t you show me some gratitude instead of being so argumentative? I know you can be sweet, Jonathan,” Steve hummed, his tone shifting to something calmer, quieter too. His lips brushed, just barely, against Jonathan’s ear as he talked, causing him to shiver at the sensation. He loved the way his name rolled off Steve's tongue. He'd never considered his name to be all that remarkable or noteworthy, but that changed when Steve said it; when he said it, Jonathan's name sounded like something beautiful and desirable. It got him all excited.
“Don't you want to be good for me? Be a perfect, obedient fag for me?” Steve asked, practically cooing into Jonathan's ear. He nipped at his earlobe, even giving it a little playful tug, as Jonathan moaned softly in want. He could already feel himself getting hard in his jeans. He loved how easily Steve's words and names affected him, even after they'd slept together multiple times. He hoped that thrill would never fade.
“Yes…yes, Steve,” Jonathan confirmed, his voice already sounding a little desperate, as he reached towards Steve's pants. He palmed his length through his jeans, pulling a soft groan from Steve.
“Let me blow you. To…to make it up to you. Show you I can be good,” Jonathan insisted as he let his hands wander up to casually rest on Steve's hips.
“Hmm, that's such a kind offer, but I had something else in mind for your visit,” Steve replied as his hands moved from where they were pressed against the door's glass. He let his hands wander down Jonathan's sides before they moved back to grab at his ass.
Jonathan couldn't help, but grin at the feeling. He liked the gentle squeeze of Steve's hands; the sensation felt good and grounding.
“Let's go to the living room. We can sit and I'll explain what I had planned. And, if you decide you don't like my idea, then you can blow me instead. How does that sound?” Steve asked with a low, sensual tone. He licked his bottom lip casually, immediately drawing Jonathan's gaze to his mouth. He wanted to kiss Steve so badly, but he could be patient, for now.
“Good. Sounds good,” Jonathan rushed to agree as he gave Steve's hips a light squeeze. The guy smiled as he moved back. He grabbed Jonathan's hand before he made his way to the living room. He loved how warm Steve's hand felt against his own. He wished they could hold hands like this more often.
Steve plopped down on the couch and motioned for Jonathan to join him. He did immediately, sitting close, but not close enough to be touching, yet. Steve let go of his hand, much to Jonathan's disappointment.
“I want to have you sit on my lap, with my dick inside you, as you show me the pictures you took. I won't thrust or have you move; you'd just sit still and keep me warm. And, when we're done looking at the pictures, I want you to ride me. I just know you'd look so…pathetically unathletic while moving above me like that. It would be really hot,” Steve explained simply as he set a bottle of lube on the coffee table in front of them.
Jonathan turned pink as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip. The call out on his lack of athletic skills only added to the want simmering in his lower regions.
“So, what do you think? You wanna try that or stick to the blowjob idea?” Steve asked as he turned his attention back to Jonathan.
What Steve described was nothing he'd heard of before. He was sure few considered the option of being inside another without movement, but it sounded kind of hot. And it would give him a chance to be connected to Steve, in that particular way, for longer than he usually was when they had sex. He really liked the thought of that.
“I want to try it. The…sitting on you with you inside me,” Jonathan finally answered after a few moments of silent consideration, “I want to try riding you, too, but…well, I'm not sure I'll be able to move very fast or for very long.”
“That's okay. I don't expect anything crazy. Just…” Steve thought for a moment of a solution to that ‘issue’ before he kept talking, “tap my shoulder when you're ready to give up and I'll take over. As long as you're okay with that?”
Jonathan was so grateful for Steve's forethought considering his stamina. It felt good to not only be known like that, but for his ‘flaws’ to be so readily accepted and accommodated. The only person who ever did that for him was his mom, and even then, sometimes she forgot to because she was so worried about Will.
He shook his head to rid himself of the thought. He did not want to be thinking about his family when he was about to have Steve's dick inside of him.
“No? Oh, uh, okay. Let me think of something else then. One second,” Steve responded. He was clearly a little surprised by Jonathan's seeming no, but he was ready to find another solution.
“Oh, no, no, Steve, what you suggested is good. Great, even. I just…got lost in thought for a second. That's all. Sorry for the confusion,” Jonathan corrected as he grabbed the bottle of lube off the table. He held it out to Steve.
“You'll need to stretch me out first, though. I didn't prep myself before I came over,” he said as he got up from the couch. Jonathan started to strip, going for his shirt first. Steve's hand immediately shot up to stop him.
“Keep the shirt on,” Steve rushed out before he added on, with a less rushed pace, “please...Just your pants and boxers off is enough.” Hearing Steve beg made Jonathan's knees feel weak. The word please had never sounded so sweet before. God, he really wanted to hear Steve say it again.
“Uh…okay,” Jonathan agreed with a slight nod. He was a little surprised, but not put off by the request. He was happy to fulfill it for Steve, even if he didn't get it, especially when he'd asked so nicely.
He undressed his lower half entirely, then moved to kneel on the couch. He rested his hands on the couch arm rest, his bare ass facing Steve.
“That's perfect,” Steve praised Jonathan before he leaned closer. He planted a gentle kiss on one ass cheek, then he moved to the other, biting down–hard–on the soft flesh there.
Jonathan whined quietly as his heart fluttered in his chest. The kiss felt so sweet and intimate, almost like they were something more than fuck buddies. He pushed his hips back to meet Steve's teeth, loving the mild pain.
“What a pretty sound for such a dirty whore,” Steve purred, his hot breath ghosting along Jonathan's stinging skin. He moaned softly as he pushed his hips back further, seeking more from Steve.
“Wow, and you're desperate, too, like a bitch in heat. How embarrassing,” Steve taunted. He nipped at the red skin–from where he'd bitten before–pulling another soft sound from Jonathan, before he pulled back.
“You ready for my fingers, fag?” Steve asked as he poured lube onto his fingers.
Jonathan nodded hurriedly as he murmured a soft, “Please…I'm ready. I'm ready.”
“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve teased with a soft laugh. He grabbed Jonathan's left ass cheek and pulled it to the side slightly before he slowly pushed a finger into him.
Jonathan let out a breathy moan before he grumbled playfully, “It's your fault I'm all wound up like this.”
“Oh, I know, but that doesn't mean you can't be patient,” Steve reminded him with a quiet chuckle before he nipped at his ass again, going for the side he hadn't bitten yet.
“Steve,” Jonathan whined in mild complaint when he didn't immediately start moving his fingers.
“Fine, fine. I guess you can't help being an eager slut, can you?” Steve said with an overdramatic sigh, as if Jonathan's desperation was annoying him. They both knew he loved it. But the easy, demeaning complaint was such a turn on. Jonathan cock was practically drooling pre-cum onto the couch beneath him about it.
Steve finally started to move his finger, pulling a quiet groan of relief out of Jonathan. He only gave the first finger a few thrusts before he was pushing in another finger. The push was just a little soon, making Jonathan whimper at the acute burn.
“Too soon?” Steve asked as he paused in his motion. He moved his clean hand up to rub Jonathan's lower back gently. The touch was so soothing and sweet. It made something pleasant and warm burn in his chest.
“Yeah, but…keep going anyway. I can take it,” Jonathan insisted quietly before he took a breath.
“You sure?” Steve questioned. He almost sounded a little worried, though Jonathan couldn't tell without seeing his face. He was touched by Steve's concern.
“Yes, I'm sure. I'll…I'll tell you if I need you to pause again,” Jonathan promised. That seemed to be enough for Steve because he got right back to moving his fingers, slowly thrusting both in and out of him. He took his time with these two, scissoring them and curling them against Jonathan's walls. The slower movement got him wiggling around, moving his hips back and shifting lower, just trying to get more speed or friction or anything.
“Aw, look at you, poor thing. You want more so so badly, don't you, you sex freak?” Steve taunted as he kept moving his fingers. He didn't pick up the pace, regardless of Jonathan's movement and obvious need for more.
“Yes!” Jonathan agreed immediately. He answered louder than he'd planned, making Steve snicker in amusement. Jonathan found it hard to control his volume when he was wound up like this.
“Please…please, Steve. I've been good,” Jonathan insisted. He used his best whiny tone, since he knew how much Steve loved it when he whined and begged.
“Mm…well I don't think I'd count all that squirming as good behavior, but it isn't bad behavior either, I guess…” Steve hummed as if he was really contemplating the matter. His fingers even slowed a bit, making Jonathan groan quietly in complaint.
“Alright, okay, you can have your way. But you can't wiggle around like that once you're in my lap, you got that, bitch? You have to behave yourself or I won't fuck you. And we don't want that, do we?” Steve asked in a condescending tone. Fuck, he loved when Steve talked down to him; his voice went a little deeper and sounded so smooth. Jonathan's cock twitched as he nodded in quick agreement.
“I got it. I'll behave. I swear,” Jonathan assured Steve. He was speaking faster than usual because of just how excited he was to get to Steve's new sex thing. He loved being stretched open by Steve's thick cock. It just fit so perfectly inside him; like his cock was made just for Jonathan. The thought made his heart race. It made the thought of more with Steve floated through his mind, too, but that daydream was cut short when Steve’s fingers pressed right against his prostate. He couldn’t think of much beyond his pleasure when it was so intense like that.
“Steve…” Jonathan groaned as he pressed back towards him, harder than he had before, “That feels so good. Please…please give me more.” His head had fallen forward to rest against his forearms that were stacked on top of the couch’s armrest.
“You know just how to get what you want, don’t you?” Steve asked as he pressed a third finger into Jonathan. The man moaned in delight as all three fingers pressed harshly against his prostate. The push was too much in the best way possible. He just loved when Steve used a little extra force in his movements like that.
“Am I really that easy to read? Am I going too easy on you, creep?” Steve questioned as he began to move his fingers, thrusting them right into the perfect spot with every inward motion. Jonathan began to let out repetitive sighs and moans of bliss. Steve’s pace was wonderful, moving faster than earlier, and his aim was perfect, hitting the angle Jonathan loved the most consistently. He supposed being good at sports did pay off, on and off the court. He’d hardly registered Steve was expecting him to actually answer because he was so pleased with the buzz of pleasure coursing through him.
“Answer me, whore, or I’ll stop moving my fingers altogether. Do you want that?” Steve huffed, his voice far more demanding than it was a moment ago. That certainly got Jonathan to tune back into more than just the physical sensation of Steve’s fingers inside him and his hand on Jonathan’s lower back. His cock throbbed with need at the way Steve spoke to him. He really wished Steve would get his hand on his cock, but he doubted that was happening any time soon.
“No…I don't want that,” Jonathan murmured, followed by a surprised, loud groan as Steve started to massage his prostate with harsh, quick motions. His grip on the couch tightened, his knuckles turning white, as he opened his mouth to speak again. All that came out were sounds of ecstacy instead.
“That's what I thought. So answer my questions, freak,” Steve demanded as the hand on Jonathan's lower back moved upward. He wasn't sure of what Steve was doing until he felt the subtle bite of his nails at the top of his back. Jonathan let out a surprised, but delighted, whimper as Steve dragged his blunt nails down Jonathan's back. The pain wasn't as intense as he usually liked, but it was a new kind of pain. He really liked the feeling. He hoped Steve scratches would leave marks on his back for days to come.
“Yes and no,” Jonathan finally answered.
“Mm, okay, good. I don't want to go too easy on you. That would be no fun,” Steve hummed. He sounded like he was smiling. Jonathan was grateful his honest answer made Steve happy like that.
“Steve, I'm…” He was so close to the edge. He was sure he'd cum if Steve gave him just a little more.
“Please…gonna cum,” Jonathan moaned as Steve scratched down his back again. He pressed harder this time, which only made the sting more satisfying.
“Not yet you're not, bitch,” Steve replied as he immediately pulled his fingers out of Jonathan. The man whimpered in complaint as he pushed his hips back, as if he could follow Steve's fingers.
“You're such a needy slut,” Steve teased with an amused chuckle. Jonathan was going to complain more, beyond his little noises, but the thought fled his mind when he heard the sound of Steve's zipper moving. A new flood of want rushed through him, only making him want his denied orgasm more.
“A little waiting will do you some good,” Steve insisted as Jonathan finally moved, sitting on the couch, so he could see Steve undress. He loved watching him strip, not just because he was so attractive, but also because it was a special thing only he got to experience. At least for the time being. Steve wasn't sleeping with anyone else and neither was Jonathan. That made Jonathan cherish each moment they spent together even more; he hoped their time together was as special to Steve as it was to him.
“You like what you see?” Steve teased with a light chuckle as he finally pushed his pants and boxers to the floor. Jonathan's cheeks burned, as he'd been caught so obviously staring.
“Yeah…I do. I really do,” Jonathan answered as one of his hands moved to rest on Steve's upper thigh. The man smiled slightly at the gentle touch.
“Well, you're gonna love this even more,” Steve promised as he poured lube into his hand. He gave himself a few strokes with a soft groan before he pulled his hand away.
“Come here. I want you to hover over my lap, so I can help you get settled,” Steve hummed as he patted his leg, as if he was calling a dog. It was mildly humiliating, in the best way.
Jonathan shifted over immediately, moving to just barely be above Steve's lap. The position made his legs quiver from the effort of holding himself up.
Steve grabbed Jonathan's hip with one hand as his other hand held his cock in place. Then Steve slowly pulled Jonathan down, feeding his dick into his hole. He moaned softly as he sunk back into Steve, letting his head just barely rest against Steve’s shoulder once he was settled.
“There you go. You feel so good, Jon,” Steve purred before he nipped at Jonathan's earlobe. He shivered as he grabbed at one of Steve's legs, holding on tightly to try to keep himself from wiggling around.
“Now, let's see those pictures you took,” Steve hummed as he reached for Jonathan's messenger bag. He normally didn't like it when people rifled through his things, as he was a very private person, but he found he didn’t mind Steve doing it. He trusted Steve; more than he trusted almost anyone else in his life.
“Damn, there are a lot of pictures in here,” Steve commented as he pulled out the large stack of images, then set Jonathan’s bag aside.
“Uh, yeah, there is, but not all of them are…good. Some of them look like shit, really. I should’ve taken those ones out of the stack. Actually, if you could just-” Jonathan started, talking much faster than he usually did, as he reached for the collection of photographs in Steve’s hand. He, suddenly, felt overwhelmingly self-conscious about his photography skills. What if Steve thought his photos were terrible? He didn't want that. Steve had told him to bring them all, bad or not, so he had, but he was deeply regretting that now. He only wanted Steve to see his best work; he wanted Steve to think he was a good photographer and not some amateur wannabe, even though he felt like he was sometimes.
“Woah, hey,” Steve interrupted as he lifted his arm, making the photos just barely unreachable for Jonathan. Steve was clearly surprised by his anxious response to sharing his photography.
“Relax. I told you to bring them all, even if some were shitty and I’m glad you did. I want to see your work, or I guess I should say…your art, completely, not just the polished ‘perfect’ stuff. I think it’ll help me…understand photography better and why you like it so much. I’m not going to judge or make fun, I promise. I just want to look and ask some questions about your process and such. Is…is that okay?” Steve explained. His voice sounded so soft and gentle, like he was reassuring a spooked animal. Jonathan had to admit, Steve's tone shift did help him relax a little bit.
Jonathan was silent for a few seconds as he processed what exactly Steve was saying. He couldn't believe Steve wanted to hear about his process; nor that he wanted to understand Jonathan's interest in photography. Steve had been a considerate, giving fuck buddy, but that didn't mean he cared about Jonathan beyond their physical relationship. To hear something like that, that proved Steve cared, at least a little bit, about Jonathan beyond the sex completely blew him away. His cheeks felt hot and his heart was racing from how flustered and delighted this made him feel. He couldn't believe this wasn't a dream.
“Are you sure? The process is kind of…boring to most people,” Jonathan murmured before he physically tried to swallow down his excitement over Steve's interest. He had to be sure before he opened the floodgates.
“Yes. And I'm sure it's not going to sound as boring as you think it will,” Steve assured Jonathan as he moved his free hand down. He let it rest upon Jonathan's hand, the one that was gripping Steve's thigh. Jonathan had to fight the urge to flip his hand, so their palms would be touching. Having Steve's reassuring touch was already so nice; he didn't need to push it and risk losing what he had.
“Mm…okay. But, you'll stop me if it's too much, right?” Jonathan checked. He just really had to be sure all of this wouldn't bore Steve.
“Yes, I promise I will,” Steve hummed with a soft chuckle as he squeezed Jonathan's hand. The multiple moments of physical and verbal reassurance made him feel a bit less worried about boring Steve to death anytime soon.
“But I don't think it'll be too much. Now, I…mm…how about you tell me first about how you got this kind of look for these pictures? Despite not being able to see how the photos are turning out as you take them,” Steve asked as he slowly began to look through the stack of photographs. He had to let go of Jonathan's hand to do so, which was a little disappointing for him.
“Well, okay, uh…” Jonathan paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He'd never been asked something like that before. Of course his mom and brother were supportive of his hobby. They'd look at his pictures, tell him what they liked about them, that sort of thing. But they never asked how he captured his photos, so he wasn't sure of where to start. He was overjoyed that Steve seemed to be genuinely interested; it made Jonathan want to kiss him until they both couldn't breathe, but he'd save that for after his explanation.
“Okay, so it's…it's all about the angle and lighting when taking photographs, not so much the poses or subject. At least, for the style I like to have in my photographs. I'm able to get the look I want without actually seeing the images, at least most of the time, because I practiced. A lot. It took awhile to figure out what look I wanted and then it took time to figure out how to get that look for every shot I took,” Jonathan explained with a smile. It felt so nice to talk about his interests in depth for once.
“Yeah, that makes sense. I can tell you practiced a lot. These shots are…they're incredible. I feel like I'm…seeing myself through a different perspective. It's…is this how you see me? Do photos capture that sort of thing? The feelings of the photographer…and the subject?” Steve questioned as he hooked his chin onto Jonathan's shoulder.
He asked so casually, as if he didn't understand just what he was asking Jonathan to confess to. He probably didn't know. How could he when Jonathan had given no previous indication that his feelings extended beyond physical attraction? He kept his feelings about Steve very close to his chest; he hadn't revealed them to anyone and he certainly wasn't ready to yet. Not when it could jeopardize what they currently had going on.
Jonathan took a second to breath and think over his answer. Steve made no effort to rush his answer to his surprise.
“They can. It depends on…usually on the relationship dynamic between the photographer and the subject,” Jonathan explained briefly. It was a vague, but true answer. He knew he should leave it there, to avoid confessing to whatever Steve thought he saw in the image, but he just couldn't help the urge to fulfill his curiosity instead.
“What…what do you see…in the pictures?” Jonathan asked hesitantly. He just had to know. He needed to know if he had been found out so easily.
“I see…” Steve trailed off as he stared at a particular image. He'd been flipping through the stack the entire time they'd been talking, but now he'd paused.
Jonathan immediately understood why Steve had asked about the photographer's feelings being captured in photos as his gaze moved across the image, taking it in in closer detail. The image displayed Steve, of course, completely undressed, sitting in his lounge chair, speedo in hand. It was one of the best he'd taken that night, and his personal favorite.
That picture displayed exactly what Jonathan feared would be there: genuine romantic feelings. Steve’s classic smirk, Jonathan’s favorite of his facial expressions, was right in the center of the image. His entire front was visible, too, showing off his gorgeous body. But there was more to see beyond Jonathan’s obvious physical attraction to Steve. He’d managed to take the picture at such an angle that allowed the back porch lights to highlight Steve’s form perfectly; it appeared as if the man was literally glowing in the image. He’d zoomed in quite a bit, too, so much in fact that there was hardly any backdrop beyond the lounge chair Steve had occupied that night.
He usually liked to capture the background with his subjects for his images, but not for this one. He only had one focus that night, but really, it wasn’t just that night. Steve had occupied most of his time in the last few weeks. Jonathan was usually either hooking up with Steve or thinking about him, when they weren’t together. Jonathan couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen the depth of what was brewing within him until that moment. He was far beyond just having a little crush on Steve. He'd completely fallen for him; had been falling for him all this time. His heart began to race as he realized this was what Steve was seeing. It had to be, but he wasn’t ready for Steve to know. It could end what they had and Jonathan just couldn't handle that. Having something with Steve was better than nothing, even if it was less than what he wanted.
Jonathan was pulled back into the moment and away from his thoughts by the sound of Steve’s voice.
“I know I'm attractive, but I've never looked so…beautiful before. I look like I'm…like I’m literally glowing. It's incredible. You're…you're incredible,” Steve explained as he continued to stare at the image. Jonathan breathed a soft sigh of relief at Steve’s words. Maybe he hadn’t picked up on the hints scattered all over the photographs, especially this one, that Jonathan was falling for him. If he had, at least he hadn’t said it.
“Can I have this?” Steve asked.
He paused before he added a soft, “Please?”
Jonathan felt like he was going to melt. Steve's softer voice was so sweet, and tinged with just a little desperation. It made his heart ache in such a pleasant way. How had he not known he was falling for Steve when he felt like this every time they were together? It was so obvious, though he was a little oblivious to his own feelings sometimes.
“Yeah, of course,” he agreed immediately. He’d wanted the image for himself, but how could he say no when Steve asked like that. It would’ve felt like denying a cute puppy a treat.
Suddenly Steve's arms were wrapped around his torso and squeezing him tightly as he kissed Jonathan's cheek. He thought he might pass out from all the blood rushing to his face as he flushed pink. He was delightfully surprised by the open display of affection.
“Thank you. I'll take good care of it,” Steve promised cheerfully. It warmed Jonathan’s heart to hear Steve sound so happy because of something he’d said. It was a rush he wanted to keep chasing forever.
“I know you will,” Jonathan murmured.
Steve's tight embrace lingered for a moment before he let his grip loosen, but he didn't entirely pull back; his arms were still encircled around Jonathan, his relaxed arms resting on Jonathan's upper thighs. He was ecstatic that Steve didn't pull away. He greatly treasured the little bits of affection Steve gave him among all the sex and talking they did. They meant the world to him; they made him think maybe this arrangement could be more. Jonathan wanted that so badly. He wanted to be Steve's and for Steve to be his, but he knew it wasn’t that simple.
“Bite me…please,” Jonathan asked as he tipped his head to the side, making his neck easily accessible, “Hard. Really hard.”
“People will see a mark there,” Steve commented, almost like a warning, but that didn't stop him from leaning in.
Jonathan knew it was a bad spot, but he also knew people would see it and assume he was taken. It would let him pretend he belonged to Steve. He wanted that more than he cared about being asked embarrassing questions.
“I know,” Jonathan muttered before he swallowed. He couldn't help wondering if Steve saw the request for what it was. Especially after looking at the photos he'd taken of Steve. He'd clearly seen something about Jonathan's feelings towards him; he just didn't know what that was, as Steve hadn't specified when asked. He wasn’t sure he’d ever know, as Steve went right in instead of verbally answering, biting Jonathan harder than he ever had before.
“Fuck,” Jonathan moaned as he grabbed at Steve’s hands, squeezing them tightly. He wished he could see how red his neck was right now, but he knew he’d have to wait till later.
“Again…bite me again,” Jonathan insisted as he shifted back so his back was pressed firmly against Steve’s front. They both let out quiet sounds of pleasure, as the movement had shifted Steve’s cock inside him a pinch.
Steve set the stack of photographs down on the coffee table before his arms moved to tighten around Jonathan again–holding him in a firm, almost possessive, way–as he bit Jonathan’s neck again. He went for the skin right below his jaw, making Jonathan cry out. The pain had his cock throbbing with need, and his heart pounding as if he was being chased by a predator.
“Again, please. Please, Steve. I need-” Jonathan pleaded. He cut himself off with a squeak of surprise as Steve shifted them both on the couch so Jonathan was laying on his front with Steve’s entire form pressed against his back.
“Forget you riding me. I want to fuck you like this right now. I need to fuck you like this right now. Can I?” Steve said against his neck. Jonathan shivered at the feeling of Steve’s hot breath and his lips ghosting over his skin. He was sure he’d never heard Steve sound so desperate for him before. It filled Jonathan with joy to hear Steve so clearly admit he wanted and needed him, even if it was just physically.
“Yes, yes, please,” Jonathan agreed immediately. He wasn’t even sure Steve would be able to do much when they were both laying flat like this, but he hardly cared. He wanted Steve too much to be thinking of logistics like that.
Steve shifted them both as soon as Jonathan said yes. He got Jonathan up on his knees, leaving his upper half pressed against the couch. The pair had tried a few positions now, but this one was by far his favorite. It allowed his body to relax, gave Steve the perfect angle for hitting his prostate, and it always reminded him of the first time Steve had fucked him. He was so pleased Steve had gone with it today. He usually did, so Jonathan assumed it was his favorite position, too.
Steve was on his knees behind Jonathan; he leaned down so his front could still be, mostly, flat against Jonathan's back. He was turned on by how quickly and easily Steve managed to move both of their bodies. He loved whenever Steve treated him like a doll, maneuvering and manipulating Jonathan's body to be just how he liked.
Once they were set up completely, Steve started to thrust his hips at an almost hurried pace as he bit Jonathan's shoulder.
“Oh, fuck,” Jonathan moaned as he grabbed at the couch cushions beneath him. He was so grateful they'd done all the prep needed for sex earlier on in the evening. He wasn't sure he could handle the physical teasing and waiting when he felt so riled up and needy.
“Oh my god, you feel so good,” Jonathan whined as his eyes slipped shut. There was no point in fighting the urge to let them close when he wasn't facing Steve. He started to move his hips back, repeatedly meeting Steve's thrusts. The added movement only made it feel more pleasurable.
“Oh, yeah? I'm so happy to hear the town fag loves my dick,” Steve purred next to Jonathan's ear, followed by a delighted groan.
Jonathan echoed the sound with a moan of his own as Steve's hands moved from his hips to his front. He held onto Jonathan in a loose sort of embrace as his thrusts sped up. Jonathan already felt like he was going to cum. He would've been embarrassed if he wasn't so wrapped up in how good it felt to be completely surrounded and filled by Steve. It made him feel so secure and needed. No one else had ever given Jonathan that feeling, at least not as intensely as he was feeling it now.
“Steve,” Jonathan whined as he reached one of his hands towards Steve's on his chest. He was immediately rewarded for his efforts to hold onto Steve's hand, as Steve intertwined their fingers, grasping his hand tightly against Jonathan's chest.
“I'm gonna cum. Fuck…don't stop,” Jonathan groaned. His hips started to falter in their own movement, barely meeting Steve's thrusts anymore. He just couldn't focus on the rhythm he'd set previously when his peak was so close.
“Already? Wow, you've barely lasted longer than a few minutes and I haven't even touched you yet. You're such an easy slut, aren't you?” Steve taunted with a mean, almost amused sounding voice. His words and the feel of his lips against the back of Jonathan's neck were enough to push him over the edge. He moaned and jerked under Steve as his cum spilled into the couch beneath him. Steve's thrusts started to slow, presumably to give Jonathan time to recover from his orgasm, but that immediately displeased him.
“No, no…don't stop. Please don't stop,” Jonathan begged as he squeezed Steve's hand, the one interlocked with his hand, tightly. He wanted to feel Steve spill inside him so badly; he wanted to feel the exciting rush that came with overstimulation, too.
“Steve, I need…I need you, please,” Jonathan pleaded as he pushed his hips back against Steve. The move pulled a soft whine from him as Steve's cock nudged against his prostate. The stimulation was a little too much too soon, but that only made him want it more.
“Fuck…” Steve groaned under his breath as his thrusts started to pick up speed, going back to the fast pace he'd set before.
“You drive me crazy, Jon,” Steve confessed between soft pants as Jonathan whimpered and moaned underneath him. He kept twitching and jerking mildly under Steve as the pleasure coursing through him overwhelmed his body.
“Do you know that? You-” Steve interrupted himself with a loud groan. He bit the base of Jonathan's neck, causing the man to whine. He went to answer his question, but paused when Steve started to press kisses all over Jonathan's back in an almost hurried manner. It was like he just couldn't get enough. Jonathan was sure he'd never felt so cherished. The sweetness of such affection was enough to make his heart physically ache.
“I don't think anyone has…ever driven me totally crazy with want like…like you have,” Steve confessed against Jonathan's skin. His tone gave Jonathan the feeling he was confessing to more than what he was saying. But was he? Was he really hinting at what Jonathan thought he was? Just the possibility of such a thing had Jonathan's heart fluttering with excitement.
“Johnny, oh my god…I'm gonna cum,” Steve moaned as he started to thrust in a hurried fashion. His thrusts were unevenly timed and shorter now. Jonathan squeezed Steve's hand even tighter as his heart skipped a beat. How he loved the little nicknames Steve had given him; they made him feel so much closer to the other man.
Jonathan's knees started to quiver as his upper body slumped into the couch even more, somehow. His face was entirely pressed against the couch cushions beneath him. He wasn't sure his body would stay up much longer, but he'd try. He wanted to feel the evidence of Steve's pleasure and desire for him so desperately; only having Steve cum inside him could give him what he wanted in the way he wanted.
“I wish…wish I was kissing you right now,” Steve mumbled, almost under his breath.
“You could,” Jonathan piped up, before he could convince himself what he'd heard wasn't real, “Kiss me. Please…please kiss me.” This reminded him of their first time sleeping together, too, except Steve was the one to voice his desire to kiss this time. It made him so happy to hear Steve wanted the affection shared between them–the affection that Jonathan had so dearly coveted and cherished–as much as he did.
Steve was moving as soon as Jonathan's plea left his mouth. He stopped thrusting, making Jonathan whimper, before his hands moved to grab his hips. Steve flipped him over, very carefully, before he kissed Jonathan. He was sure he'd never been kissed with such urgency before. It was like Steve needed to breathe and Jonathan's lips were air.
Steve grabbed Jonathan's hands, gently intertwining their fingers and pressing their joined hands into the couch, before he started to move again.
Jonathan moaned and bucked under Steve as his lips were gently coaxed open by Steve's clever tongue. His tongue moved along Jonathan's, almost like thrusts, but at a much slower pace than Steve's hips. Jonathan tried his best to reciprocate, though his efforts were weak, at best. He just couldn't focus on moving his tongue when he was so overwhelmed by all the sensations he was feeling; Steve's tongue feeling his mouth, his cock driving into his prostate, his hands squeezing Jonathan's so tightly, the burning knot of pleasure building in his lower regions. It was all so wonderful, and so so much.
“Jon, I'm-” Steve muttered against Jonathan's lips, moments later, before he was cumming with a strangled moan.
Jonathan whined, high-pitched and loud as his own hips jerked up with his second release. It seemed Steve's seed filling him was enough to push him over the edge, too. Steve's lips were fully pressing against his again before he had time to catch his breath. He thought he might pass out from the lack of air, but he hardly cared when Steve's lips felt so perfect against his own. He pulled away quickly, however, giving them both a chance to actually breathe.
“You're so…so gorgeous,” Steve murmured, almost like he was in awe of Jonathan. He leaned down, pressing kisses against Jonathan's neck and upper chest. Steve's kind words and gentle kisses got him all flustered. His cheeks burned as his stomach filled with butterflies.
Steve was being more affectionate than usual. Usually Jonathan might question that sort of thing, but he didn't care to, at the moment. Not when he could just enjoy it without any concerns or doubts clouding his mind.
“Y-you're the gorgeous one, but…thank you,” Jonathan mumbled, his voice quiet and shy.
“My attractiveness doesn't make you less attractive by comparison you know,” Steve hummed softly.
Jonathan leaned into every kiss as much as he could as he gave a slight nod, “Okay…thank you.” He wasn't so sure that was true, but he trusted Steve wouldn't lie to him, so that had to mean he truly thought Jonathan was gorgeous. The thought made him beam with joy.
Steve went on showering him with affection for at least another minute, though it felt like blissful eternity to Jonathan, before Steve sat up. He wondered if this was what it would feel like to date Steve; great, harsh sex followed by tender physical affection. Maybe he was even the type to be verbally mushy, too, once he was truly with someone. Just imagining all the sweet things Jonathan wanted Steve to say to him made him flush. His fantasies drifted away as Steve's voice filtered through.
“You ready to clean up? Or would you prefer we nap first?” Steve asked as he squeezed Jonathan's hands one last time before he let go. His hands suddenly felt cold, but he tried to ignore the feeling in favor of answering Steve's question.
“Let's…let's nap first. My back is…covered in my cum, which is kinda gross, but…I'm not sure I can stand long enough to take a shower right now without my legs giving out,” Jonathan answered, followed by a soft laugh, “You might have to help me get upstairs though. I hope that's alright.”
“Of course it is. I have to help you get up like every time we have sex in a place that's not my bed. And what do I always tell you?” Steve asked before he slowly pulled out of Jonathan with a soft groan. He whimpered quietly at the loss as Steve climbed off the couch.
“That you don't mind helping me walk, especially when it's your fault I can't walk,” Jonathan paraphrased. He took Steve's hand as soon as it was offered to him, using the extra help to get to his feet. He wobbled a little on his unsteady legs, causing him to lean heavily into Steve to stop himself from falling over.
“You're such a good fag, listening to me so well,” Steve purred against his ear, making him shiver.
“Don't do that,” Jonathan snipped playfully as Steve started to make his way to the stairs, taking Jonathan along with him.
“I don't know what you mean,” Steve replied. Jonathan couldn't help but laugh at his innocent act. It was not believable in the slightest.
“You know what I mean. I can't go again anytime soon, as much as I'd maybe want to, and you're gonna get me all…all riled up if you talk to me like that,” Jonathan murmured as a light flush spread across his face, making his cheeks a rosy pink color.
“Awe, so you like it when I talk to you like that, huh?” Steve hummed with a pleased smirk as they began to ascend the stairs. He gave Jonathan's waist a little, playful squeeze.
“You bastard,” Jonathan grumbled under his breath, making Steve chuckle in amusement.
“I am not answering that question,” Jonathan stated before Steve could respond to his other comment.
They playfully bickered the entire way up the stairs and down the hallway to Steve's bed. Jonathan knew not everyone enjoyed that kind of banter, but he loved it. The back and forth was so fun and it really made him feel close to the other. Steve only let up on the teasing once they were in bed curled up together and, in that moment, Jonathan knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be than in Steve's arms. He dozed off in a matter of seconds, feeling so tired and so comfortable.
Chat! I have a problem, so I have always said I want my partner to buy me flowers. The thing is I am finally talking to someone who wants to get me flowers. They asked what are my favorite. I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL THEM.
Cuz like any flowers is great and roses are beautiful obviously but like it's kind of overdone. It feels to cliche, and every other plant that I like are like succulents and perennials. Like I'm obsessed with peonies and nightshades and bleeding hearts and moon flowers, all off whom grow year round or come back next spring. So like getting a bouquet of pennies is a waste of the flower because you've cut it from the bush. So like... What's the point. And so I don't know what to tell them so dose anyone have suggestions other than flowers I've listed that are pretty that I might maybe like. My favorite colors are blue ( also green) red and purple
Managed to push it out. Is it angsty? Yes. Channeling the grief I experienced from the Grammy’s into this chapter. Sorta lol. Don’t worry, it won’t be too too depressing. Mary is straight up not having a good time right now.
