Disclaimer: I don't own Netflix's "Stranger Things." Everything belongs to whoever owns them, my wishful thinking aside.
Authors Note #1: I just wanted to write porn, okay? I was procrastinating packing.
Disclaimer:adult language, sexual content, first time, outdoor sex, set sometime post season one, vaginal fingering, sex, loss of male virginity (is that even a tag? Idk).
Lar
Chapter One
"Have you ever-" she started breathlessly, pulling back from a frantic, messy kiss because she figured at this point one of them should. Already pretty sure she knew the answer before his hands stilled around the small of her back. Feeling the midnight chill where her sweater had rucked up as the blanket underneath them crunched sharp with last year's leaves. The air around them crisp with the threat of an early frost if they stayed outside much longer.
It wasn't until she started counting down from thirty in her head that he finally shook his head. Glancing up at her in the dark before his eyes skittered away again. Hands clenching and unclenching into nervous paws around her hips for a long moment like he'd forgotten how the words worked. Clearing his throat with an endearing scratch before looking up at her through the mess of his fringe.
"No, not- there wasn't nobody I wanted to with. At least not until-"
She cut him off with her lips. Unable to stand the awkward sweetness of what he was trying to say any longer. Not when there were so many things they could be doing to make the moment theirs. It was a sentiment she only highlighted when sharp of her teeth caught on the pout of his lower lip. Tugging hard enough to pull a strangled sound from the depths of his throat that seemed to surprise both of them, rather than just her.
Steve hadn't been like this.
Shaky.
Wanting.
New.
Jonathan was hungry. Almost desperate for it in a way Steve had never been. A bit little animal, a little bit quiet and wild, but still so very careful. Reverent, even. Like part of him still didn't believe this was real. Despite another part - a darker part - insisting that they'd started something that couldn't possibly be left unfinished. Even if they wanted to. What they had now was more than either of them had counted on. Leaving them with the unsteady reality that it might never be enough. And that if they had to call it here, if something came staggering out of the woods like the monster from the upside down, part of her would instinctively pull him closer. Keeping him grounded in her in a way nothing - not even death - could take back.
His lips were a mess of dry-scratch and the barest rasp of stubble-burn as she tipped her head back and let him have her throat. Feeling the heat of him burning underneath her as his hips rocked thoughtlessly against hers. Baring down on the bulge of his cock as he hissed a breath between his teeth.
"Nancy...Christ."
She wasn't sure how, but somehow he still managed to shuffle awkwardly stuck underneath her. Straddled across the top of his thighs and skimming delicious friction as she reached down and shifted. Tossing her panties and tights behind her before settling back on him in just her skirt and nothing underneath. Suppressing a giggle when he almost squirmed. Not knowing what to do with himself when her hands - shaky and overeager - fumbled with the button of his trousers.
His mouth went slack when she pulled him out, cupping him tentatively. Trying to lead in a situation where she had barely any experience as he made an abortive move. Like he was going to grab her hand or himself or maybe hide everything from view before she shushed him. Squeezing him gently – until she could feel his pulse through his cock like a heartbeat – and he was half-collapsed across the blanket underneath her. She didn't really have a lot for comparison, but she liked what she saw. He was cut, like Steve, but longer with a flared crown that leaned towards a natural left.
"I've got you," she murmured, something in her squeezing painfully when the muscles under his skin twitched and jumped like a frightened horse. Like he was holding himself back, even now as she stroked him gently. Palming his cock in her hand as she eventually settled on what she did best. Learning. Figuring things out. She set about figuring him out in real time. Adjusting the stroke, the pressure, speed, every little bit of exploration she was openly taking liberties with to fit what he responded to the most.
It was something she'd never gotten to do with Steve. He'd taught her what he liked right from the start. Directing her hands. Telling her when to speed up and when to slow down. The first few times, being all nervous and flustered, she'd been grateful. But now that she had this, Jonathan pinned up and cracked open underneath her, she realized how much she'd been missing by not letting herself have the time to really enjoy it.
Meanwhile, Jonathan watched her through the dark-lash slits. Body language greedy and breathing hard. Keeping with the theme of being static opposites - even now – when his lip caught between his teeth as she petted the soft curl of her knuckle down his sack. Not pulling away or questioning her like Steve had when she let it dip further. Stroking the velvet crinkle of skin that separated the underside and the rest of him as he choked on a sound. Hips hiking up like she gone and spiked him with an electrical current before slumping back against the ratty old blanket. Looking up at her in that way he had, only this time a hundred times more meaningful.
It didn't seem to matter what she did, Jonathan seemed determined to like it all.
The thrill was undeniable.
A/N: Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think. – There will be one more chapter, stay tuned. I split this fic into two chapters as the second part got quite long, so sorry for the tease.
Reference:
Lar: local god of a house.
