No Place I'd Rather Be...

To the side of a park in Chicago, Illinois, a man was sitting on a bench, “reading” a newspaper, across from the restaurant where Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews were at. He kept glancing up at the doors and then back down at his watch. He was trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone and act normal, but how could he? He had orders and he had to keep an eye on the Dynamic Duo from Chicago.

Finally, after what seemed like a millennium, the doors opened and two men: a blond and brunette walked out of the restaurant, hand-in-hand and seemingly enjoying themselves. The man raised his newspaper up and made to “read” it. He moved it just to the spot, where he could watch the two men.

They stopped in place and chatted to each other. They were smiling and laughing and acting like two best friends. The mysterious man moved from his spot, as he watched the two walk into the parking lot. He leaned against the wall and saw them hop into a cab car.

He saw Patrick climb in with Jonathan helping him in by his ass. The Captain of the Blackhawks had his hand firmly planted on the right side of his friend’s behind. He heard them both chuckling and then the brunette man say jokingly, “Kaner, get your perfect ass inside of the cab already, you’re making me sweat with pleasure, buddy! Oh, not to mention that I’m getting a boner here!”

“You know you love it Jonny!” the response from the blond man came. He wiggled his hindquarters and made the older man blush deep red.

Soon, they were both inside of the back seat. Another cab pulled up behind theirs and the man walked over and got into it. He told the driver to follow the cab in front of them, no questions asked.

Before long, both cars were zooming down the streets of Chicago, heading to the destination of Jonathan Toews’ house. The two forwards lived close to each other, as they always had and always would. Patrick lived down the street, four houses down and opposite the road from where Jonathan’s place was. The cars zoomed onto the street and the first cab, with the two Blackhawks parked along the street and dropped them off. They were still laughing and chuckling like two little kids sharing an inside joke, as they got out.

The house was a big mansion-like, two story, rich people house. Suitable for two highly paid Chicago Blackhawks. There was a massive driveway that led to a separate building for the garage. There was a large yard that ran around the house. It was square in shape to the right side of the driveway and ran around the side and to the backyard. On the left side of the driveway, was a line of neatly trimmed bushes. There wasn’t a porch, but it looked like an average fancy mansion house in Chicago.

The man halted his cabbie, telling him to hang back and not get on top of them. He did so and the stalker man watched as both men walked up the driveway, and took a sidewalk to the front door and entered the house, chuckling with one another the entire time. As soon as the door closed and the laughter was muffled, the man gave the cab driver a signal and the vehicle launched forward and pulled up to the house now.

“Thanks,” the man said to the cab driver. He got out of the back and paid the guy and then walked up to the house. He waited until the guy was a safe distance and then headed around to the back. He peered inside and saw nothing. He spotted a tree and climbed it. He sat down and pulled out his binoculars.

“And now...time to spy on the little blond Blackhawk!” the man snickered and put the binoculars up to his eyes.

After a few moments, his phone went off, buzzing in his pocket with an incoming call. He pulled it out and answered it. “Hi, this is Frederick Crosby, how can I help you?”

“It’s Keith Ballard.”

“Oh! Hey, what’s up Bally?”

“Fred, where are you at? You’re missing the best torture session ever.”

“The MacKinnon kid?”

“Yup. I’m making him squeal, but he’s taking the torture pretty well. He’s still alive and taking things...he’s lasting longer than the first guy.”

“Sick. So I take it that the experiment is going well then?”

“More than well...it’s fantastic!”

“That’s good to hear. I’m spying on the Kane guy from Chicago.”

Frederick or Fred put the binoculars back up to his eyes and peered through them, watching with a Peeping Toms’ joy. He saw Jonathan remove Patrick’s shirt and toss it to the side and then wrap his tie around Patrick’s wrists, as he kissed him. Then they both walked over to the foot of the bed, still locked together at the lips.

“The Blackhawk?”

“Yeah, the one you told me to stalk and spy on.”

He saw the two lovers pull apart and Jonathan, the Alpha, grin wickedly at his Omega, Patrick. Then the sub was pushed backward onto the bed and the dom jumped on top of him.

“Any news?”

“He’s bi-sexual, but madly in love with the brunette guy.”

“Jonathan Toews, the Captain?”

“Yeah. The stupid Captain guy.”

“Stay with ‘em. I’ll let you know what to do next. Somehow we’ll have to separate the two of them eventually, but try to learn more. And I know you’re probably enjoying yourself right now, right?”

“You know it. I love watching two men get it on in the bedroom.” He grinned and saw Jonathan straddle Patrick on the bed and return to kissing him. As he did, the Captain unbuttoned his dress shirt and struggled to get it out.

“Well, I’m going to get back to my little Avalanche blondie here...have fun being a creep like you’ve always been Fred.”

“Shut the fuck up Keith, you sick fucker!”

They both hung up and Fred jammed the phone into his pocket once more and then returned to peeping on the couple. Jonathan was shirtless and grinding against Patrick, who appeared to be “wanting” him...badly. He remained in place, staring through the lens at the two men.

Before long both men were naked and the sexual acts began. Fred watched the show with a twisted bliss and enjoyed himself.

Notes

Uh oh...
There's TWO of 'em! Fred and Keith!
So, I just learned that there actually IS a Keith Ballard in the NHL and he's a Maple Leaf or Canuck I think...but I did NOT know that before writing this. I literally saw that it was Keith Ballard and I was like...darn it! But this Keith I'm sure is WAY worse. I hope the real Keith doesn't target any Blackhawks though....STAY AWAY FROM THE KAZER!! AND KINNY! AND NICHY TOO!!
But yeah, there's two bad guys and Fred is the creepy one, while Keith is the violent one.


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