No Place I'd Rather Be...

Stalking the Chicago Blackhawk winger was tons of fun. What? It was. He never knew who was following him, but Frederick figured that he did know something was going on after a little while. He was certain that the younger hockey player knew something wrong was going on there.

His eyes were constantly watching him. When he was with Jonathan having sex or at practice or a game. Anything and everything. Wherever Patrick went, Fred went. Unless of course he couldn't see him and then he was listening to everything he said, did, didn't do. He actually began to know him better than he wanted to at first. It was wickedly pleasuring. It would make tormenting him that much easier when Keith finally told him to make the move. But he would need the perfect moment…and when that happened, he would make his move.

People thought they knew Patrick Kane…

But they didn't. He truly is nothing like they think. Oh, they thought they knew what he liked. Thought he liked the dangerous stuff.

He swore he'd never tell anyone this, but you're not really anyone are you?

Patrick didn't like Firewhisky or any of them silly other strong drinks. He utterly despised butterbeer or those sugary drinks. But Fred knew what he liked. Not even Jonathan knew that. But Fred did.

And that was only the beginning of what he knew about the blond Blackhawk.

He was quite lucky he wasn’t spotted. He could’ve been attacked, with him, the murderous man, following him, the young Blackhawk, everywhere.

And he did mean everywhere. Every meeting, every excursion he had followed him. He’d have seen the minor changes in his expression, things that cannot be blocked by his uncanny control of his emotions.

He had a problem with anger. He changed every emotion into anger and hate and channeled them towards certain people. When in someone's presence that he normally focused his anger on, he switched targets.

Though there's one person he would never dare to hate. Jonathan Toews. His sexual partner and best friend. He wasn’t sure he could feel hate at all, or any other emotion.

He could tell Keith all sorts of things that have been happening since he had started stalking him. But he was authorized not to. He was told to simply stay the course and then the move would be made. He was told to enjoy himself and pleasure himself with Patrick and Jonathan’s sexual acts to each other.

Frederick liked being devious. Keith was devious too, playing his games and setting traps. But Keith liked the dirty work, whereas Fred was more into watching. There was no one who really knew him except me. No one truly trusted him. He didn't trust him because he didn't know who he was. Not that he'd know even if he introduced himself.

It would be a surprise.

Not that he could introduce himself yet anyway. At the moment he had to remain hidden and just watch and take notes. He didn't really exist. But still, he could tell Patrick was growing more and more cautious and nervous.

It was like he could feel Frederick or Fred follow-er-stalking him.

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Patrick knocked on Jonathan’s door. He had a big present in his hands and wore a massive grin on his face. His friend answered the door after a second, almost like he’d been on the other side, waiting for him. The Captain launched himself forward and planted a kiss on Patrick’s lips.

“What? Were you waiting for me, Jonny?”

“No...yes, maybe. Yes. I was.” Jonathan blushed deep red in his cheeks and cocked a cute pose. “I couldn’t help it. I love you so much Kaner.” He nodded to the present in the blond winger’s hands. “What’s that?”

“It’s a present for you. I brought a ton of “special toys” for tonight.”

Jonathan rubbed his hands together. “Right.”

He stepped to the side and let Patrick come in. He put the box on the kitchen counter and leaned on it with his elbows, resting his head on the backs of his hands. Jonathan rounded the edge and walked into the kitchen. He put his palms on the counter and gazed into Patrick’s shiny blue eyes.

“So, what’s new with you?”

“Really, Jonny.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re too cute.”

“Not as cute as you, Kaner.”

There was an awkward pause, before Patrick lifted his head up and spun to glance at the door. He had a skeptical look on his face, with possessed a tinge of worry or doubt. The older man caught it and he cocked his head to the side.

“Something wrong, Kaner?”

“I don’t know…” Patrick kept tossing glances toward the door. “I keep getting the feeling like someone’s following me...or us…”

“No one’s following us, I’m sure of it.”

“Still…”

“Peeks, it’s okay. No one’s following us. You’ve got nothing to worry about, I promise. Wanna go to the bedroom and fool around. We don’t have to wait until tonight.”

Patrick spun back to him and mustered a sweet smile. He dipped his head in submission. Actually, Jonathan ravishing him might be the best thing for him. It would distract him and also make him feel ten times better. He watched as the centerman rounded the counter and snatched his wrist and led him down the hallway and into the grand master bedroom. Patrick grabbed the present in the process and then was flung into the room. He stumbled over his feet and landed on the bed.

Jonathan slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he turned and slyly looked at Patrick, licking his lips. Patrick got to his feet, setting the present on the bed behind him. He took a step toward Jonny, when the man crisply barked, “Halt. On your knees.”

The blond did as told, grinning. Jonathan walked up to him and grabbed his hair into his fingers and forced the blond to look up at him. Then the brunette caressed his face with his other hand.

“Jonny, I--”

“Shush, remember only Jonny talks.”

Patrick bit his lip. His best friend let him go and walked to the bed. He snatched up the present and opened it up, taking the lid off. He reached in, beaming to himself. He withdrew a sexy red and black bathing suit from the depths.

“Oh, Kaner.”

Patrick remained loyally on his knees and didn’t speak. He just continued to watch as Jonathan pulled out more items of interest. A pair of handcuffs, a bandana, some various sex toys, and a ball gag. He took the bandana, ball gag, swim shorts, a cock ring and also a butt plug with a bushy tail attached to it. He made his way back to Patrick and set the items on the ground for his partner to look at.

Patrick gasped at first, but then smiled and nodded his head.

“One more thing, before I get started with you, okay?”

Patrick nodded again, unable to keep himself for looking eager and excited. He saw the brunette walk off to the dresser. He knew that in the top drawer was where they kept all the fun stored at. And they liked to add things to the collection. Jonathan reached in and took out a collar and leash and also some strands of rope.

Jonathan walked back to Patrick. He set the new items down and then stood up straight. He had one of the items in his hand, a baton whip, and was beating it against the palm of his hand. “Up Kaner.”

Patrick got to his feet, still smiling. He procured his wrists out toward his partner. Jonathan shook his head however and smacked him on the arms with the whip. Patrick drew back instantly, rubbing the stinging area. He didn’t lose his smile though, thinking it was foreplay from Jonny.

“Stop smiling. This isn’t going to be fun for you. Look worried.”

Patrick lost his smile and mustered a heart-breaking face. “How’s this?”

Jonathan brought the baton to Patrick’s ass. “I thought I told you not to speak.” When the Captain was in the zone and in character, he wouldn’t be swayed unless things got seriously out of hand. But they never did. Jonathan was a good dom and he was good to Patrick. That was why he loved him so.

Until now though, Patrick Kane had never been whipped by Jonathan Toews. But he loved it. It was hot. It made him feel so owned and loved (for some reason).

Jonathan stepped closer to Patrick and took his hand into his hands, still holding onto the whip and pressed his lips to the blond’s. The blond willed him in, opening himself up. He loved the taste of him in his mouth. They both did. They both moaned and made out. Then the Captain stepped back and put his hands on his hips.

“Strip. Clothes off. Now.”

Patrick obeyed. He started to undress himself quickly, but a sharp grunt from the older man made him halt. Jonathan flicked him in the crotch this time with the whip.

“No. Slowly.”

Patrick opened his mouth to protest. He wanted Jonny. He needed him. But he closed it and moved much more slower, like a strip tease. It made his dom smirk. And after five long minutes under Jonathan harsh, but loving guidance, Patrick stood naked before him.

“Stay,” the Chicago Captain ordered. He spun on his heels and put the whip down on the floor and snatched up the bandana first. He turned back to his adorable young teammate and wrapped the material around Patrick’s eyes. “I’m going to blindfold you for now. I don’t want the surprise to be ruined. And I’m going to marvel at your reaction when you see what I’ve done to you.”

The blond bit his lip again and nodded, making sure not to smile, even though he really wanted to. He felt his friend tie the knot behind his head, securing the blindfold in place. Then Jonathan returned to his stache and picked out the cock ring, butt plug and swim shorts. He took Patrick’s cock in his hands and put the ring in place. Then he guided Patrick to turn around. He jammed the butt plug in place. As Jonathan glided his hands over his blond lover’s perfect ass, he couldn’t help but feel the man quiver, whether it was from excitement or something else.

When he was done groping Patrick’s ass, he slid the swim shorts up Patrick’s legs and concealed him. He made sure to make the tail of the plug dangle in a non dangerous or uncomfortable way.

Patrick remained standing in place loyally. Jonathan took the rope up now and bound Patrick’s ankles together snugly. Then he stood up and wrapped another strand around his wrists, pinning them behind his back. The blond shifted in his spot and almost toppled over, but Jonathan caught him.

“Easy Kaner. You okay still?”

Patrick nodded his head in answer. Jonathan gave him a firm smack on the ass with his hand and then scooped him up and placed him on the bed. He was somehow able to do this. (But Jonny’s strong and I think if he wanted to, he could carry Patrick.) As soon as he had Patrick lying down on his back, the blond struggled with the new feeling of the plug and ring jammed into place, preventing anything from coming out.

“You’ll get used to it Kaner.”

Patrick grunted, as Jonathan pulled the bandana away from his eyes and pulled it down, inserting it into his mouth. The blond squirmed in place, emitting noises of distress with pleasured Jonathan.

“You’re such a hottie, Peeks. Damn!”

The winger’s cheeks reddened from the blush and Jonathan climbed onto him. He began to rub his hands all over Patrick’s bare chest. And as he did so, Patrick could feel Jonathan’s cock hardening and stabbing at his own cock. It made him crazy and he squirmed more.

“Oh, Peekaboo!”

Jonathan pleasured himself silly for ten minutes, before he finally slipped off of Patrick. He dragged his friend’s legs over the side and flipped him over on his stomach. He left him there and went to get the ball gag, collar and leash up. He returned once more. He pulled the damp swim shorts off of the blond’s body and threw them to the side. Then he released Patrick’s ankles and wrists from the rope restraints and took out the bandana. He left the ring and plug in place though.

The blond was gasping for air, as the brunette dragged him the rest of the way off the bed and to the floor. The younger Blackhawk fell into an awkward sitting position, staring up at Jonny with wide sparkling, teary blue eyes. His helpless look made the Captain’s heart pound in his chest. But he controlled himself and pushed the devastating thoughts to the side. Then he clamped the collar onto Patrick’s neck and attached the leash.

He looped the end of the leash around his arm and unhooked the ball gag. “Head up, Patrick.” His loyal pet raised his head up and Jonathan stuffed the ball into Patrick’s mouth and tightened it around his head, strapping it into place. The blond’s head lolled back down, but he didn’t touch it or remove it. He knew not to.

Jonathan tugged the leash and Patrick rose to his knees and hands like a dog. The Captain snatched his magical wand whip up and lashed his pet four times on the left side of his ass. The action cause Patrick to jolt and whimper into the ball gag.

“Do you want me to walk you?”

Patrick nodded his head up and down, making his blond curl bounce in place on his head. Jonathan walked to the side and Patrick went with him. They made a circle, before the brunette halted. He walked around and stood behind his teammate now. He stripped his clothes off of him and then bent over and removed the butt plug from Patrick’s ass and immediately inserted himself in its place. It made the blond squeal with delight and shudder.

Jonathan pushed in deeper, putting his hands on the cheeks of his pet and feeling the perfect round shape of him. Patrick was to the point of tears once more and he was begging into the gag from the brunette man to come. And he did finally, filling Patrick up. Jonathan slapped Patrick’s ass, as he came again. And again. And a fourth time.

When he was done, he pulled out and got down on the ground. Patrick was heaving with the effort to breathe and recover, but it made Jonathan more hard and wanting to come again. He pushed Patrick to the side. The blond was still crying and moaning. Jonathan reached over and unstrapped and pulled out the ball gag. It was covered in saliva, but that was okay. He placed it to the side of him, allowing Patrick to gasp in air.

“You okay, Peeks?”

“Wonderful.”

The blond’s breathing slowly returned to normal again and then he rolled over onto his back, not carrying that the collar and leash were still in place. Jonathan reached over and stroked Patrick’s hair. He leaned his head down and kissed Patrick’s mouth.

“You’re a good pet.”

“I love you Jonny.”

When both of them slowed down and regained control of their breathing, Jonathan helped Patrick to his feet and led him back to the bed. He removed the ring now and put it to the side and then took the collar off.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and ready for a nap.” Then he grabbed Patrick’s hand in his and led him into the bathroom. He shoved Patrick inside and closed the door. “Get the water ready, baby. I’ll get us some clean sleepwear.

As a response, he heard the water come on for the shower. Jonathan opened his second drawer now and he reached in and took out two articles of clothing, wagging his eyebrows. One was a pair of boxers and the other was a speedo. It was his...a blue one. He entered the bathroom, set them on the counter and jumped into the shower, where Patrick was already standing, awaiting him, smiling once more.

“I can smile now right?”

“Right.”

Jonathan kissed him under the fountain of water and they tied one another up, their hands sliding up and down and across each other’s skins, slippery and guided by the stream of water. Neither wanted to let the other go. Ever.

Notes

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!
Jonny <3 Kaner and Kaner <3 Jonny!! :DDDD
Poor Kaner...Fred's a creep.
How can anyone hate Kazer???? How??


Next up: Kaner has a nightmare and it's awesome!! XD (Wolverine and Elsa)