No Place I'd Rather Be...

Jonathan Toews was supposed to come over for the evening. He was going to prepare for the training camp week, that the Blackhawks had. And he was wanting to get together with his best buddy. It was coming up fast on the season and the first day of the new hockey season. It was time to start fresh and go after the Cup once more.

But Jonathan hadn’t called him and it was getting real late. Patrick Kane knew he should be sleeping right about now. It was approaching midnight and if there was a mandatory practice tomorrow, he would need to get up early. And he couldn’t wait to get back on the ice, to see his friends and teammates again. But something else was keeping him up too. It had been keeping him up ever since his first night the group had split apart for the summer.

Unfortunately, Patrick knew exactly what was keeping him up, and he also knew that he couldn’t do much about it. He missed getting to stare into those beautiful brown eyes every night, missed running his fingers through those brown locks, and most of all, he missed the feeling of electricity that rushed through his veins every time they shared a kiss.

His thoughts were cut off by a rather loud bzzz bzzz bzzz.

Patrick picked up his phone off of the mahogany bedside table. Speak of the devil.

“Hey,” he whispered-breathed into the phone, the end of the word trailing off as his heart started hammering against his ribcage and he suddenly seemed to forget how to speak.

“I miss you,” a voice almost as deep as his, rang out strong and clear from his phone. He could’ve lost it right then and there, and he almost did, but a knock at his house’s door managed to distract him enough that he could pull himself out of the hole, he really didn’t want to fall into.

Pulling the comforter off of himself, he stole a glance at the clock. 11:53 pm. Who the hell would be knocking at his door at eleven fifty-three at night? Whatever. He didn’t care. He got up, still holding the phone to his ear, but unable to speak. He quickly walked to the door, not worrying about the fact that the only thing he had on were his lucky boxers and a pair of old gym socks.

“Hold on a sec,” he managed to blurt into the phone before quickly lowering it to his chest and unlocking the door. The second the door swung open his heart stopped. There’s no way what he was seeing could actually be real. But it was.

The loud bang of his phone dropping out of his hand onto the tiled floor of the hallway, jolted him back to reality. Blinking and stuttering, he rubbed his eyes. It didn’t help. The six-foot-two, brown haired and brown-eyed man was still standing in front of him with a grin on his face.

“So, are you going to let me in?” Jonathan Toews asked, that same sheepish grin still on his face, “I brought you a gift and we promised that we would talk!”

Patrick could do nothing, but step out of the way, pick up his phone, and let the door slam behind Jonathan. Jonathan set the box he was holding and his phone, down on Patrick’s bed and turned to face the shorter blonde haired man.

“How did you, how....” Patrick trailed off and Jonathan grabbed his hand, slowly pulling Patrick’s fingers towards his lips and kissing the tips of them, one by one, only because he knew this drove Patrick wild.

He smiled down at Patrick, this time a sweet smile, instead of the cheesy grin he had been sporting a minute earlier. He then pulled the still silent Patrick, over to the bed and sat him down at the foot of it. Gripping Patrick’s hands tightly in his own, he stared into his eyes.

“You said you brought me something?” Patrick managed to choke out while trying to avoid eye contact with Jonathan.

“Yeah, here,” Jonathan laughed as he handed Patrick a box wrapped in a light blue wrapping paper, “Read the card.” Patrick gently pulled out the small card from underneath a white ribbon and flicked it open.

“I know you have been wondering about this, but I hope this will ease your thoughts. Love, Jonny.”

“Oh god Johnny, please tell me that you didn’t--”

“Just. Open. It.” Jonathan whispered, glaring into Patrick’s eyes, which finally made contact with his.

Patrick glanced down at the box once more, rolled his eyes, and tore off the wrapping paper, crumpling it into a ball, throwing it at the trash can, and of course, missing by a long shot. He sighed and slowly pulled off the lid of the box, a smile blossoming on his lips as he pulled out a small black disk. A hockey puck. Jonathan would.

“You didn’t--how--?”

“I found it. No one knows and it’s my little secret. But it wasn’t that difficult to get it. And I would do anything for you, Peeksy.”

Jonathan was the silent prankster of the team, the one who never got caught, because no one actually thought he could’ve done something or anything that wasn’t serious.

“You found my game-winning puck from 2010, finally? Really?” Patrick rolled his eyes and laughed.

“I couldn’t resist. Peeksy, there’s no place I’d rather be, than here right beside you in Chicago.”

“What? You... you planned this?” Patrick stammered out, almost laughing at the same time.

“Am I not allowed to do nice things for you anymore?” Jonathan laughed back.

“Of.. of course you are, I just, you doing this... doing this for me, no one else would do that,” Patrick looked down at the box in his hands, a smile slowing forming on his lips.

“Go put some clothes on, so we can talk about tomorrow and this week!”

“Really Johnny, you know better than to linger your eyes on me, like that,” Patrick rolled his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that night.

“Just go put something on!” Jonathan playfully pulled Patrick off the bed and pushed him towards the bathroom. He gave him a light and gentle, athletic slap on the butt.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.” Patrick padded off to the bathroom and shut the door slowly behind him.

Sighing heavily, he turned on the light and tightly gripped the edges of the sink, finally looking up at his reflection in the mirror. What the hell was he doing? People were bound to find out about them someday and he knew he shouldn’t be fooling around like this in the first place, but he just couldn’t help it.

On the other side of the door, Jonathan Toews was quickly unzipping his jacket down the middle and hung it over a chair in the corner of the room. He knew just as well as Patrick did, that they shouldn’t be doing this, but the way Patrick made him feel inside, in his heart...it was completely worth the danger of being caught. He didn’t care if Sharpie or the whole of Chicago caught him. Patrick had always been his best friend and a little more.

Remembering that Patrick had never locked the front door, he ran over to do so. Then he locked the bedroom door as well. He quickly turned the locks and went over to the bathroom door, knocking lightly. “You okay in there?” Jonathan asked.

“Yeah I’ll be out in a second,” Patrick responded, shutting his eyes. He pulled on a light blue buttoned down shirt and a pair of blue jeans.

Jonathan quickly walked over to the chair, sitting down. He fixed his shirt, which was gray in color with a small collar. He waited a few minutes, tapping on the arm of the chair, as he hummed the chorus of his new favorite current song, “Me and my Broken Heart” by Rixton.

“Peeksy, let’s go, we don’t have all night and we got to be up at seven tomorrow!”

The door to the bathroom finally swung open and Patrick walked out, purposefully strutting like a male model on the catwalk. He walked over and grabbed his friend’s hand.

“So, what do you want to talk about?”

“Well…” the dark haired man started, as they reached the door and Patrick found it locked.

Patrick halted in place. He slowly turned around to his friend. “What do you have in mind, Johnny?”

Jonathan pulled his arm free from Patrick’s and walked back to the bed. He pulled back the comforter on the opposite side of the bed, as Patrick had been lying in earlier and climbed into it. He then pulled the comforter back over him and sighed. “Can’t talk in discomfort now, can we?”

Patrick never could have dreamed that this would be happening, but it was. And he couldn’t have asked for anything better. Neither could his captain. Just as a smile spread across his face, Jonathan signaled with a finger curl gesture for him to come to the bed. He quickly padded over to the bed and climbed in next to his friend, turning off the light, as he pulled the comforter over himself. Jonathan turned to his side and stared into Patrick’s eyes through the darkness.

“So, what are we going to talk about?”

“How about how the Blackhawks are going to demolish the NHL this season and earn another Cup!?”

Patrick chuckled, bringing his hands to his face in a flood of warm feelings. Smiling, Jonathan slowly brought his lips to touch Patrick’s. The jolt of electricity that immediately seemed to move through his veins as their lips touched made his heart hammer against his chest harder than usual. They both smiled as their lips moved together, breathing growing heavy when their tongues finally touched. Patrick reached out and ran his fingers slowly through the brown locks, pulling Jonathan’ face closer to his.

“Wait,” Jonathan suddenly pulled away from the blonde man, his brown eyes glittering with unease and concern, “Patrick, are you sure... are you sure you want to do this? Is it worth it?”

Patrick smiled back at his captain, “Yes,” he whispered before pressing his lips to the other man’s forehead. “Totally worth it and no one will ever know. It’s our little secret.”

Jonathan reached up and tipped Kane’s chin towards him, their lips meeting once more, before Jonathan turned to lay on his back and Patrick rested his head on Jonathan’ chest. Their fingers laced together on the captain’s chest.

“Peeks?” Jonathan asked through the silence.

“Yes?”

“I love you,” Jonathan smiled and kissed the other man’s blonde hair. “There’s really no place I’d rather be--”

“--Than right here with you? I love you too,” Patrick responded with a smile on his face. He tilted his head to kiss Jonathan once more before resting his head on Jonathan’s chest and they both fell quickly to sleep.

Notes

Awwwwwwwwwwww, I wanted to try delving in deeper with this relationship. Kazer is the best bromance EVER. XD
Go Hawks, get that Cup!!!! :DDDD
So anyway, sorry this is just now getting updated, but I was actually trying to figure out where I was going with this story and then I suddenly got this idea.
I hope you like this little sweet chapter!!! :)
Up next, Johnny and Kaner go to the first practice of the season and things are great!!! Well, until there are more problems and another murder....