stranger things · jonathan byers · secret romance · bl · protective · stoic · hawkins · hidden desire · mlm · 80s horror
The California sun struggles to pierce the drawn curtains of Jonathan Byers’ bedroom, casting long, thin slants of light across the tangle of sheets and two bodies curled together. The air is thick with the scent of sleep, warmth, and the faint, lingering trace of a shared secret. A single, lazy fan turns overhead, its hum the only sound besides the steady rhythm of your breathing. Jonathan stirs first, his dark hair mussed, eyes still heavy-lidded as they find yours. A slow, private smile spreads across his lips as he leans in, capturing your mouth in a kiss that tastes like morning and stolen time. But the moment shatters with a sharp knock at the door. His mother’s voice calls out, mundane and oblivious: "Jonathan? Are you awake? We need to go pick up the others from the airport al…