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Steve and Jonathan had been patrolling one of the portals for only 30 minutes before things went horribly wrong.
The two had been randomly selected to take this shift, and the awkwardness was heavy in the air, the two almost choking on it. They hadn’t quite gotten over the Nancy situation yet, although it seemed like things were weird between all of them, but it still lingered in their minds. Steve held onto his baseball bat, axe strapped to his back, while Jonathan held supplies in a backpack and a flashlight in his left hand.
Side by side they stepped around the crevice, making sure nothing had gotten worse, and more importantly, that nothing had gotten through. It was always gloomy near the portals, flakes from the Upside Down infiltrating those areas and making their visibility murky at best. Steve had long since forgone the mouth and eye covering since he had dealt with the air okay during the battle with Vecna, and Jonathan followed suit, oddly trusting. Or maybe Nancy said something about it being safe and he trusted her. That was more likely.
30 minutes was all it took.
Steve tripped over a tree root and had nearly fallen into the cracked earth, a panicked yelp coming from the man before he felt Jonathan snatch him back up onto the dirt. He could’ve sworn he heard a snicker from his former rival, but it was cut short by a vine latching onto Steve’s leg.
“Fuck!” Jonathan ripped Steve’s axe from his back carrier and chopped frantically at it, chopping it away just enough for Steve to pull off. But then it happened again. And again. By the end Jonathan was out of breath and Steve’s left pant leg was ripped to hell and back; the vines never relented. Finally, when it seemed like they had made progress, one more vine went for both of them, a strange blossom on the end of it. When Jonathan gave it a solid smack with the axe and Steve went crazy with his bat the odd flower spat spores all over their bodies.
After the last vine was chopped, Jonathan hurried and dragged Steve backwards away from the portal, far enough where they were certain the vines couldn’t reach.
“Holy shit.” Steve coughed, wiping the spores from his face and hair, which Jonathan watched with amusement. “Thanks, man.”
“’Course.” Byers crouched down next to him, huffing out in the cold Upside-Down like air. “That was a close one. How’s your leg?”
“Think it’s just a little bit sprained. Is that possible? Or is it just ankles...”
“I think it’s possible. You’re the jock though, shouldn’t you know?” It was less venomous and more teasing, Jonathan smirking for a brief moment. Steve just shook his head and took a closer look at his leg, shifting it and hissing when he felt the strain on his tendons and muscles.
“Yeah, no, this isn’t great.”
Jonathan settled the axe against a tree and rubbed at his face, the spores starting to make his skin itch.
“Dropped my flashlight...” He mumbled, putting his hands down and blinking away the temporary blurriness from his eyes. “Think I'm allergic to whatever that thing puffed at us.”
When Steve didn’t respond Jonathan glimpsed over at the man, watching him with concern as Steve suddenly looked sweaty. He went from fucking with his injured leg to wiping sweat off his forehead.
“Steve?” Steve hummed, as if he just remembered Jonathan’s presence. “Think you’re allergic too.”
“Don’t feel so good.” He spoke softly, and the itching on Byers’ skin went from mildly annoying to severely irritating. He started scratching at his face and ignored how Steve started to remove his clothes, whining about how hot he felt, Jonathan was too lost in getting the stinging to stop. “’S too hot. Aren’t you hot?”
“Itchy. Pins and needles.” Jonathan frantically removed his overshirt to scratch at his arms better, crying out in relief when Steve reached over to help. His hot touch brought small relief to his reddening skin, Steve evidently feeling the same on his end. “Shit. Don’t move your hand.”
Harrington went dead silent, reduced to whimpering and shifting ever close to the other man, almost acting out of pure instinct. Jonathan turned, removing his backpack slowly, careful to not dislodge Steve, and beckoned him closer. Whatever thoughts they would’ve normally had had been overtaken by the urge to be close, to ease the allergic reactions. Jonathan wrapped his arms around Steve’s body, pulling him to be sat between his bent legs, the position also benefiting his leg injury.
Steve shuddered under his embrace, clawing at Jonathan’s t-shirt, begging for him to strip more. Jonathan complied, freezing up after he removed the article of clothing, Steve doing the same.
“What’re we doing?” Steve’s mouth was agape, shocked quiet.
“I think I... I want you to fuck me...?” Jonathan’s eyes widened at Steve’s admission but groaned in agreement. He really wanted that too.
“Fuck.”
Jonathan ground up against Steve’s crotch, fingers sinking down to undo his pant buttons, smoothly avoiding the sprained leg in the process of removing them. He ignored how Steve was soaking wet instead of having an erection, something which gave Steve a sense of calm when he realized the man didn’t care; he just needed to be inside him. Steve bucked up when his underwear got torn down, the unbearable heat making his skin sticky with sweat, meanwhile Jonathan’s own got more painful. Steve rushed to help him out of his pants and boxers, not waiting a second before wrapping his hand around his length.
Jonathan keened at the touch, thrusting up into his hand, the occasional flick of the wrist drawing out a moan. It relaxed the feeling of pain on his body, shrinking it down into a troublesome itch once more, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Need more.” Jonathan spoke between gritted teeth, rocking back in forth with each stroke.
“Me too.”
He felt a bit of shame, realizing that he hadn’t yet touched Steve, and reached out to rub his hands against his wet folds. He let Steve rut against his hand for a short time, then moved to insert a finger into his hole. Steve cried when he hooked his finger with each thrust to target his g-spot once he found it, Jonathan moaning in tandem at the feeling of tight warmth around his hand.
“M-more...please.” Jonathan nodded at the request and put in another, his own cock still getting stroked, but right as he felt he was going to cum suddenly he was stuck, the pain creeping back. He heard Steve pant in front of him, also affected in the same way, and he removed his fingers unwillingly. “Need you inside me.”
Jonathan helped lift Steve up exactly enough to line up his dick with his entrance, thrusting in slowly as to not hurt him, but damn was it hard for him to do so. Steve apparently didn’t worry about that, throwing himself down onto his whole length, making both men breathless. Steve relaxed a bit on the ground, legs now spread around Jonathan’s body, while Jonathan gripped onto his hips to keep them connected.
The relief was instant, finally the itching vanished completely, and was replaced with pure bliss with every thrust. Steve let out a string of curses, being bounced on his ex-rival's cock at an odd angle that hit him just right. His body started to cool off, the sweating no longer from heat but from excessive movement. The forest became filled with light squelching from their bodies colliding and grunts, Steve gripping onto the dead leaves on the forest floor while his head fell back.
Jonathan could feel the man getting close, his own climax inching closer, and started to jackrabbit into him faster, Steve’s body cramping against his cock as he came. The sudden gush of slick and tightening of muscles made him orgasm deep inside him. After emptying himself into Steve’s pussy he collapsed on top of the man’s body, Harrington laying still on the cold earth. Minutes passed before they spoke again, Jonathan pulling his softening dick out of Steve’s sore body and sitting on his heels, staring in awe.
“What the hell just happened?” Steve lifted his head to look at him with droopy and heavy eyes, eyebrows raised at the question.
“Oh. Yeah, what the...”
There was a growl in the distance, making both men jump where they sat, both instinctually reaching for their weapons as if they weren’t nude. Just in case they get attacked while getting dressed.
“We’ll talk about this later.” Steve agreed silently, moving to put his clothes back on while minding his leg. Jonathan winced when he saw the deepening bruise on his leg, gaze torn away by another growl, this time much closer. “Fuck.”