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Steve had made a happy noise against his mouth as their tongues met, hands coming up to grip and tug at Jonathan's hips, trying to pull him closer.
But Jonathan was supposed to be the one in charge, right? So he'd grabbed Steve's wrists and pinned them above his head, even as he’d stepped forward and pressed their hips together.
Steve had shuddered beneath him, and Jonathan had felt the other boy’s dick twitch in his jeans. “Fuck yes, Byers,” he'd breathed, sounding desperate and excited.
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"It was a complete accident. This was reiterated, several times, by both parties. No-one was to blame. Yes, it was Steve’s idea to go back to the woods to see if there was any way to retrieve Barb’s body for her parents (and definitely not to make Nancy like him). Yes, Jonathan was the one to insist that he didn’t go alone. Yes, Steve did ignore his warnings not to touch anything. But no-one, no-one, could have known that creepy plant would release those spores. And they definitely had no idea what they would do."
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Steve wants to make amends with the few guys in his life that he knew hated his guts. He decides to invite Billy, Jonathan and Eddie to his house for three days hoping to patch things up.
Instead those three days consist of back to back intense hate-fucking that Steve didn’t expect.
While the trio starts to fall for Steve each day.
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Steve gets fucked for three days straight
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“Hold on,” Robin interrupts. “Hold on, is this— are you, like. Do you know what masochism is?”
“I know I act like it sometimes, Robin, but I’m not actually fucking twelve,” Steve says.
OR: Eddie has a black hanky in his back pocket.
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At first, Mike was unsure how to approach him when he got like this. But they’ve been living together for months now, never further than five feet apart in their dorm beds, so Mike’s learned what works and what doesn’t.
It works when he wakes Will like this, with gentle hands and words, telling him he’s safe. It works when he climbs into Will’s warm bed, turning him on his side and curling up against his back, an arm over his waist and his cheek pressed against his shoulder. They lie together like that until Will’s hiccupping gasps soften into steady breaths, until Mike feels him go limp in his arms and he knows he’s fallen back asleep. It always works.
or: Will has nightmares and Mike is the only one who can console him. Not even Will's boyfriend can. Mike takes great pride in this fact.