No Place I'd Rather Be...

(*This chapter happens at the same time that Keith decides to go after Kaner, he already has Fred spying on him, but he reveals his intent to Nathan.)

A few days ago (before Nathan MacKinnon’s escape),

It was the morning after Patrick Kane had had his dream about forced to be dressed up by a madman as Elsa. Sure, when he woke up and found Jonathan’s arm still wrapped around him protectively, he couldn’t help but smile. In his dream the man had come through for him, had saved him...it wasn’t all bad. It was just that he saw himself as a woman.

He rolled over in the Captain’s protective arms and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and mumbled, “Good morning, Jonny.” The brunette man groaned at first, but blinked awake to see the blond smiling sweetly at him and his glorious blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight that filtered into the room. Patrick was still dressed in the speedo, while Jonathan had on the better concealing clothing.

The Chicago Captain rolled over, seized both of Patrick’s wrists and pinned him underneath of him. “Anymore dreams about me saving you, baby?”

“No, just me and you getting married to one another.”

“That’s sweet. Maybe that dream’ll come true. Why don’t you go hop into the shower, sexy?”

“Why don’t you come join me?”

“Not this time, Kaner. I have to check my messages, but when you come out, I’ll make sure to wrap you up in a big hug and kiss you big time!”

“Really?” Patrick’s eyes went wide.

“Yes, really.”

Patrick chuckled and squirmed with excitement. He could feel their cocks touching and the blond couldn’t help it, as he bucked up with a pelvic thrust right into Jonathan.

“Oh, you naughty, naughty little boy, Peekaboo!” the brunette exclaimed and humped Patrick back, with a harsher grind against his body. It sent chills up both their spines and drove the blond crazy. “Stop stalling and get your pasty ass in the shower, Peeks.”

Patrick chuckled some more, as Jonathan fell to the side off of him and let him go. The blond rolled off the bed and jumped onto the floor. As soon as his feet his, Jonathan bit his lip and smirked cleverly. He reached out and smacked Patrick on his barely concealed ass.

“Get in there!”

Patrick blushed deeply, but ran for the bathroom. He closed the door and the brunette heard the delightful and familiar sound of the running water coming out of the shower. He slid off the other side of the bed and walked over to his desk in the room, adjacent to the door. He got on the laptop computer and began to go through his messages.

He spotted one from Patrick. He shook his head smiling and glanced toward the bathroom door. Then he turned back and opened the email up and read it. His smile slowly faded away to a frown. He looked back to the bathroom and then finished the email message. He slammed the lid to his computer shut and stood up, boiling with fury.

He spun around, as Patrick opened the door, standing there smiling largely. He was only wrapped in a towel. “Ooops, I forgot to grab some clothes to dress myself with after I got out. Maybe you should help me out?”

“Get your own clothes, Kaner!” Jonathan snapped.

The smile vanished from the winger’s face and turned into one of puzzling concern. “What’s wrong, Jonny?”

“You.”

“Me? What? What did I do?”

“You sent a very mean email to me!”

“I never would do that!”

“Then explain to me why I just read an email with a list of all the things you hate about me!”

“That wasn’t me, Jonny. I promise.”

“It WAS! I was your fucking email and your fucking name!! Don’t give me shit!”

Patrick’s eyes were wide and his mouth was open in shock. He knew he would never do that to Jonny. He loved him.

“It wasn’t Sharpy either. You signed the email like you normally do. Sharpy would never do that. I know both of you too well!”

Patrick closed his mouth and pouted his lip. He stuck his hands on his hips. “I promise you that I would never EVER do that to you. I wasn’t me, but if you’re not going to trust me all of the sudden…well, maybe I should leave.”

“Good, go. Get dressed and get the fuck away from me. I don’t want to see you for the rest of the day. Oh and while we’re discussing what we hate about each other, I’m not a fan of the insufferable way you chew on your mouthguard!”

Patrick gasped and began to cry. He rushed to where he kept an emergency set of clothes. He snatched up a blue dress shirt and a pair of jeans. He glanced at his friend and then streaked back into the bathroom, slamming the door. He sobbed, as he rapidly pulled the clothes on and then walked back out.

Jonathan was still standing furiously.

“I thought we were in love,” Patrick sniffled. He turned his head downward and gazed at the floor. He slowly slunk toward the bedroom door, but before he did, Jonathan’s hand grabbed him and halted him.

“Love? How can I be in love when you just stuck a dagger through my heart. Kaner, I’ll show you love!”

With that, he slammed Patrick against the wall hard and tightly gripped Patrick’s wrists in his hands, pinning him there. This was not typically Jonathan Toews. This was angry...no, irate Jonathan Toews.

“You think we are in love still?” the brunette spat at him.

“Jonny, please, you’re hurting me. Let me go.”

“I’ll show you your love!” He pressed his lips hard against Patrick’s, muffling his screams and pleas for the man to stop. But he continued. He was rough and hurtful. He manhandled Patrick to the point where the blond finally pushed him backward and ran for the door. He threw it open and streaked down the hallway.

Jonathan gave chase though, furious. He caught Patrick’s wrist, before he could get to the front door.

“Jonny, stop, let me go!”

“Not until I hurt you, like you hurt me!”

“JONNY!!” Patrick cried. He pushed against his friend and could feel Jonathan’s hand slide down the front of the inside of his pants and grab him. It made him scream and fight more.

“Yeah, you like this don’t you? You like it when Jonny touches you here...it’s how he shows his love!”

Patrick was in tears. He was bawling and begging. At this rate it wasn’t love...Jonathan Toews was raping him. He kicked back at the brunette man and felt him stumble backward. Patrick whipped around and smacked Jonathan across the face twice. Then he threw open the front door and slammed it shut behind him. He ran to his car and got in, still sobbing. He didn’t dare pause though. He started the vehicle and launched off away from his friend’s house.

Jonathan Toews had hurt him and they had fought. They had never had a worse fight than this. Whoever had sent Jonathan the email would pay!!

And with that in mind, Patrick Kane disappeared into Chicago.

Notes

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh. my. God....I'm-I'm still shaking from this....I hated writing this SO much. It's not just because Tazer rapes Kaner, but the mere thought of them fighting and seriously hurting each other....oh no, no, no. :(
Poor Kanerboo....8(
Bad Jonny! You fell into the trap and now bad things are going to happen!!
(On a sidenote, if Blackhawk TV desires it, I shall give them Wolverine Saves Elsa as an idea! That was the best dream I have had to date. It still makes me laugh.)


Next up: Well...Kaner's captured and finally the bad guys will be caught!! But will Kaner make it????