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“It doesn’t sound dumb.”
“Nah, it does, but that’s about all I could get from it. Except for the bit that made me think of you.”
“What bit was that? The genitals?” The hand in Steve’s hair moves, fingers tracing lightly down his neck. He shivers. Jonathan rubs his back.
“No. Well, okay, yeah, that too, but it was… about heaven. Heaven and hell.”
“Oh.”
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25 Jun 2026
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Jonathan views the world through his photographer's eye, and all he sees is Steve. The colours of the setting sun dance upon his skin, and he aches to worship at his altar.
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- Part 3 of Screening Lavenders
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25 Jun 2026
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Steve wears a skirt on a dare, and Jonathan likes it—a lot.
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18 Jun 2026
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“Didn’t know you were up yet, Byers.”
Jonathan opened his eyes.
Steve Harrington.
Steve fucking Harrington.
Steve lay curled up facing towards Jonathan. His hair was tousled and screwed up, probably (hopefully) by sleep, but there were finger-sized indents that parted it right above his ear. As Jonathan’s eyes slid down Steve’s toned body, he saw that Steve’s muscular stomach was covered in handprints and scratches, still red and raw and new. With the early-morning sunshine highlighting each freckle on his face and each one of his eyelashes, ghosting above his peacefully closed eyes, Steve didn’t look nearly as harsh as he did during school; sort of pretty, almost, in a way —
Where the hell was he?
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09 Jun 2026
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