Disclaimer: I don't own Netflix's "Stranger Things." Everything belongs to whoever owns them, my wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: I really liked the idea of Steve/Nancy/Jonathan as the ultimate romantic otp3. This fits in between Eleven disappearing in the end of season one and the scene where Nancy and Steve give Jonathan the camera and the gap between season 1 and 2. I wrote this previous to season two coming out so it is essentially all AU.

Disclaimer:adult language, mild sexual content, first time(ish), threesome, vaguely polyamory-ish, just boys being dudes, mild period typical homophobia.

Eldritch

Chapter Six

"All done," Jonathan told him, eyes darting from him, to the table and back again. Breaking through the disconcerting and okay, fine- erotic muddle of his thoughts as the kid smoothed the medical tape firmly down his side. Making sure the pad was going to stay put before taking a careful half-step back.

"Yeah?" he echoed, raspy and soft in a way he barely recognized. Tongue peeking out to trace his lower lip as he gradually loosened his death grip on the table. Able to watch as Jonathan responded almost instinctively. Body language shifting to mirror his, inviting and challenging all at once.

Like a dare.

Like, just do it you bastard.

What're you waiting for?

Jonathan opened his mouth to say something the same moment he angled forward and killed the space. Swallowing the endearing "mmmpph" before the words died and the warm press of Jonathan's lips against his – chapped and barely parted - made something in his belly tug.

That first kiss - because yes, this was the shit he thought about, okay? - was a negotiation of peach-fuzz stubble and catchy-dryness. Rendering any attempt to catch his breath all but impossible as Jonathan pulled back just as quickly. Treating him to wide, sloe-eyes as wet his lips parted in surprise - sinfully slow and terrifying all at once.

He groaned.

Because honestly, how was this even real?

But then Jonathan was hedging in. Punching his lips with his like he'd gone and gotten a taste for it. Giving him a whole new meaning for the word sucker-punch as Jonathan caught his lower lip between his teeth and tugged. Mouthing at him almost desperately until they were a mess of swollen, abused-red and he was not so quietly dying about it. Finding the space to skip a step and grind against him as Jonathan gasped into his mouth. The whites of his eyes blown at the sudden friction.

Holy damn.

It was awkward because there was a table between them. But somehow that was the least of his problems considering all he really wanted to do was slam the kid against the wall and grind into him – all violent and sweet - until they both came in their pants or something equally disgusting.

This was new ground and he wanted it all. Every god damned inch of it. He wanted to know what Jonathan's skin tasted like when he had the kid's back to the ground. He wanted to watch his face as he came. Watching the expressive twist of his mouth screw itself up before finally falling slack. Panting. Skin gleaming with sweat. He wanted to wrestle it out. To have skin against skin and not care who ended up where. He wanted to understand. To finally grab that last piece of the puzzle for his very own and-

"Your bandage," Jonathan rasped, fingers ghosting down the edges where the tape was already wanting to curl away from the skin. Nearly knocking one of the chairs over as they stumbled together towards the other side of the room. Grabby and unsteady.

"Don't care," he answered brightly. Grinning like a fucking idiot as he caught him by the collar and towed him closer. Catching him up against the door and pressing close. Able to feel how much Jonathan wanted as the crotch of his jeans brushed against his.

Still, he knew he had the home team advantage.

He was in his own territory. Familiar ground. His house. His living room. His whatever. It didn't matter how you explained it. Everything here was his and somehow, having Jonathan here - dark hair sticking against his forehead and breathing hard against his lips – made it that much more special.

The truth was, he was good at this kind of stuff.

He liked to take his time.

Hell, the first thing he did when going steady with someone was to figure out how she liked to be kissed stupid.

He was all about the extra effort.

He knew all the angles.

All the grooves.

The turns to take.

The ones to avoid.

And he used all that experience to back Jonathan into a corner. Sneaking a hand under the kid's shirt to trace the shape of his ribs. Teasing him with the blunt of his nails as Jonathan let go of a fractured sound. Surprising him by burying his head into the crux of his shoulder and dragging his teeth. Turning the tables so it was him sounding all needy. Knowing even as he boxed him in with hands and hips, that if Jonathan didn't want to be there, he wouldn't be.

But he did, and he was and-

"God, your fuckin' gorgeous," he breathed, feeling Jonathan shudder against him - still worrying the nape of neck with his teeth. Sucking warm little blotches into the humid curve before Jonathan reared back with a gasp that he swallowed with his tongue. Spreading pleasure like it was going out of style as they lost their balance. Sending them ricocheting off the frame, then the side table before Jonathan pinned him up against the wall and kept him there. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to-"

He cut himself off in mid-monologue, but not quick enough to save Jonathan's face from practically glowing at the praise. Tucking back into the crook of his neck it was too much and no where close to enough at the same time.

And yeah, he got that.

There was an obvious wet patch staining the front of his sweatpants as they swayed together. And Jonathan wasn't much better. Dick straining against the elastic of his running shorts in an obscene way that had him just itching to get his hands on him.

He didn't even think it through, honestly.

He forgot to look up and ask him if it was okay with his eyes.

Not once thinking about the fact that he had no clue what he was doing.

Instead, he just- folded.

Sliding down the wall in one smooth motion until he was on his knees and Jonathan was gasping above him. One hand braced up against the wall, the other fluttering against the curve of his shoulder like a question. Flighty and uncertain. Like despite how much he wanted this, there was still a part of him - a part that sounded like both their fathers, their friends, hell even the old preacher down the road – that held sway.

The ghost of fading stigmas and hurtful words were still too heavy to completely shake.

But maybe it was that unspoken part that made him sloppy. Rushing to stave off any awkward questions or worse. All those little ways of saying 'no' that were building in the back of his head. Even the ones that made him consider hitting pause - at least until they made it to a bed.

But he didn't.

And Jonathan was pulling at him now.

Wanting.

Too desperate to stop even though neither of them had a god damned clue.

He yanked the kid's shorts and boxers down in one go. Rude and abrupt in a way that seemed to be mirrored by the bounce of cock that nearly brained him. The head of Jonathan's dick pearling clear and dripping pre-cum as the jingle of his keys hitting the floor echoed loud in his ears.

"Nice," he breathed, without really thinking. Grinning to himself when Jonathan made a strangled sound. Something that could of have been words, but never really got past syllables.

It was better than he'd imagined. Because Jonathan was a fucking gangling masterpiece. With sinew-laced thighs and the dark splotch of moles dotted here and there - stark against the pale. Belly flat. Hips jutting. Cock curved up against his stomach and leaking. Just like those dirty magazines he'd found out in the woods one summer in that old shed.

He breathed, experimental and bold as the head of Jonathan's cock twitched. Thighs tense and tight on either side of him. Having to remind himself that whatever happened next was up to him as he made a careful pass with the fat of his bottom lip. Velvet heat over velvet heat. Almost choking on a laugh when he realized how stupid he was being.

It wasn't like he didn't know what to do with a dick, after all.

So, he did again.

Jonathan's hips jolted forward at the barest graze of pressure. Forcing him to pull back at the last minute to avoid getting choked. Feeling a hot flush spread at the thought as Jonathan clenched his fists like he was trying to stop himself from grabbing onto him. Like him just thinking of slipping forward and mouthing at the head was enough to make it real for both of them.

"Steve..."

Fuck.

"I've got you," he murmured, lips hot. "Relax, huh? I'm not going anywhere."

He could do this.

He'd gone down on Nancy a bunch of times.

How hard could it be?

Jonathan groaned when he closed his fist around his cock. Feeling more like he was pawing at him, inexperienced. Trying to mimic what he did to himself. Pumping into the warm curl of his hand - humid and sticky. Feeling awkward until he chanced a look and caught the expression on Jonathan's face. Realizing in a terrifyingly awesome rush that it didn't matter if he was. Because Jonathan was right there with him and that only made it hotter. Better.

Because the reflection in Jonathan's eyes was all pupil.

Blown and needy in the best possible way.

The choked off sound Jonathan let go of when he finally got over himself and swallowed him down was like nothing he'd ever heard in his entire god damned life. Able to feel the kid's cock firming against his tongue as he slowly taught himself how to swirl it around the head.

Suddenly gaining a whole new sort of respect for Nancy and virtually any girl he'd ever dated as he struggled to keep teeth, lips and tongue where they should be and not anywhere painful or just plain inconvenient.

It was harder than it looked.

That was for damn sure.

He was hard in his sweats. Cock pressed against the seam as Jonathan's taste flooded across the roof of his mouth. Musky and rich as he swallowed again. Just fucking taking it as the kid's hips started moving. Chasing a rhythm. Any rhythm. Swearing he could actually taste the difference when Jonathan's hands dug into his hair - tugging. Flooding his mouth with a blurt of pre-cum until it was almost too much, too distracting. Shivering as a trickle of spit leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Breathing ragged. Lips almost swollen when he brushed them with his fingers. Cock jerking again when he thought about how he must look. Well used and gagging for it. And for once he could see the appeal. Grinning into the inner of Jonathan's thigh when the kid's cock nudged against his lips. Squeezing gently before leaning back and dragging his mouth over the crown. Getting inspired somewhere along the way to nuzzle into the crinkling black hair that smelled like-

Christ.

This time it was easier. Feeling like he'd learned something as he tongued down the shalt in a long, winding stripe. Just like Nancy did for him sometimes before licking back up and suckling the head. Closing his eyes into it as Jonathan desperately tried to hold back from thrusting.

He was close.

Jonathan didn't have to say it for him to know.

It was all there if you knew what to look for.

Because the dude looked fucking wrecked. Eyes wide, dark and too big for his face as he tipped his head back every time he tightened around the head. Lips parted above him, hedonistic and raw. So heady with the lulling power of it that he couldn't look away.

He didn't want to.

He'd never wanted anything more than this in his entire god damned life.

And as if on cue, Jonathan's eyes fluttered open. Watching him through dark lashes and a rangy sheen that ruined the thin of his lips as he caught the bottom in his teeth. Pressing down until the skin went from red to white.

"Steve- I- oh- fuck-"

Jonathan was so far gone he was stuttering.

Voice so wrecked he thought he was going to die just hearing it.

High on knowing it was because of him.

That Jonathan was shaking - breathing harsh and wet - because he had him strung out like this.

And that no one- no one else had ever-

Shit.

He choked on a whine. Full on whimpering around the dude's cock as his polite mouthful suddenly jammed past suffocating. Loving every fucking minute of it as Jonathan cried out - Knotting his hands in his hair and cursing hoarsely as he emptied down his throat. Cumming so hard his fucking knees knocked together. Shattering apart as he kept him pressed up against the wall. Swallowing him down like there'd never been another option.

He managed to look up near the end so he could watch it all happen.

Leaning into the spider-press as shaking fingers brushed against his cheek. Grinning at the blissed out expression as Jonathan slackened in the bracket of his arms. A mess of long limbs and trembling over sensitivity as he slowly pushed away. Cock slipping from the heat of his mouth like an echo - swallowing the last of him with a greedy, tired sound. The strings of his hair felt heavy and significant against his sweaty forehead as he eased his neck this way, then that, stretching out the kinks as Jonathan slowly came down above him. Already nice and caught on the way the kid wanted to curl into himself. Like it was too much and even now all those gorgeous pieces were trying to collect themselves. Sprawled out every which way as his jaw popped and he licked his lips just to chase the last bit of Jonathan's taste as it faded from them like oxygen.

And yeah- all things considered, the entire thing was kind of god damned beautiful.

He was somewhere on the floor, sprawled next to him and breathing hard when Jonathan rolled on top of him. Pressing his own cock - still wet and leaking - up against the firm of his belly as the kid kissed him breathless. Raspy with impatience and nerves before Jonathan surprised him by reaching down and cupping him through his sweats.

"You too? You want it-that? Do you-"

They were small, reverent words. More meaningful than he'd been told a man should be capable of. Unable to hide the fear and hope. It was a familiar expression. Something he figured had been clear as day on his face when he'd gone down on his knees. It was want, pure and simple.

Their lips brushed again before Jonathan angled down to nibble on his throat. Clumsy but this time with a hesitant, instinctual knowledge helping to string one act to another. Like the kid knew how it was supposed to go, how it was supposed to make someone feel, in theory, but had none of the practice behind it.

Practise he had in spades.

So, sue him, but he used it.

He pushed at Jonathan's shoulders until their stances flipped. Crowding him into the carpet and gripping handfuls of him as he followed the jut of the kid's breastbone with his cheek. Stealin' all that smooth warmth as Jonathan shivered underneath him. Cock already perking up, excited.

"You up for it?" he challenged playfully, pushing a thatch of that stupid hair back from his face with a grin.

Jonathan's eyes just burned.

It was official, he wasn't going to make it out of this alive.

He had Jonathan backed into the corner table of the dark room a couple days later - kissing him like their lives depended on it, when Nancy walked in on them.

There was about half a second of whining static. A period of time where he realized neither of them had actually jumped away from each other. Hell, they hadn't even tried. Meanwhile, he had his knee wedged between Jonathan's and his hand fisted in the kid's collar. Both of them half-hard from the kissing and gentle friction. Showing all the signs of having been mackin' on each other for a while as Jonathan's lips – plush and red-swollen - parted in surprise.

By the time he scraped together the brain cells to move, the gentle oh- that had left her when she'd first arrived had graduated to an arched brow and her hands pointedly sliding down to rest firmly on her hips.

For a long moment none of them said anything.

Hell, he was pretty sure Jonathan forgot to even breathe.

Heart thudding so loud against his that he had to hold himself back from making some crack about a heart-attack. Part of him starting to understand – if only in bits and pieces – as the look on Nancy's face stayed as it was. Unbothered, hopeful and wait- vindicated?

"Finally," Nancy hummed, after the long pause. Watching them indulgently – pleased – as Jonathan nearly keeled over in shock. Expression fish-tailing as he yanked his shirt straight. Trying and failing to cover the patch of humid-wet that stood out on the crotch of his jeans like the highlight of a newspaper headline. "I've been waiting for months for you guys to figure it out."

"You aren't mad?" Jonathan blurted, pale and shaky. Earnest and real, like he'd fully expected to lose them both the moment she'd stepped into the room. And now he wasn't sure what to do with himself when things seemed to be leaning in the opposite direction.

"No," she replied, smiling again. Full and gorgeous as always. Broaching the space so she could grab their hands in hers. Squeezing fiercely. "How could I? This is everything I've ever wanted since- well, ever since everything happened. You two…you have no idea what you mean to me. How lucky I am to have found the two of you and that you were able to find each other when- God!"

She cut herself off, burbling a laugh as she went up on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss – more like an excited invitation than anything – across Jonathan's lips. Leaving the kid stunned and breathless as he watched her do the same with him.

He shook his head, running a hand through his hair as a smile started to make tracks.

Well, that conversation before New Years certainly made a lot more sense now.

Shit, he'd been a god damned idiot.

Not like that was new, but still.

Nance had known.

This whole damn time, she'd known all along.

He was about to say something – to inject some reality to her levity or maybe pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming - when her expression sobered. Growing quietly serious as she looked off to the side, biting her lip like something had only just occurred to her.

"That is…as long as you have room for me?"

This time Jonathan beat him to it. God damned bugling out an indignant sound before stepping up and reaching out for her hand. Threading long, crooked fingers with her small neat ones. Tentative but growingly sure as she smiled up at him. Encouraging every single minute of it until Jonathan's cheeks practically glowed with a blush.

"What? Yes. Of course! Nancy, you're… it's the whole reason I started-"

He shut Jonathan up with a kiss. Mostly just because he could. Before pecking a hot one on Nancy and pulling her between them. Something soaring in his chest as he grinned widely. Feeling more at ease with himself and the world than he had in months as Nancy snuggled in. Threading her arms between theirs as he caught Jonathan's eye over her head. Sharing something warm and heated that didn't need acknowledgement, before he answered her himself. Cocky as anything.

"It's the three of us or nothing, babe. Us against the world, remember?"

A/N: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think. – This story is now complete.