No Place I'd Rather Be...

Since the Blackhawks had won their game, Patrick and Jonathan walked out of the locker room together. Luckily no one seemed to care that they were chuckling and grinning at one another. Duncan watched them with a keen interest though. He wasn’t a fan of them being together still like they were, but at least they weren’t doing anything wrong. He just didn’t want either of them to be hurt and have that affect the team. That would be awful then.

“You ready to go back to my place man?” Patrick asked, nudging his best friend in the shoulder with his elbow.

“Yeah. Let’s go eat some food! I’m starving!”

“Alright! But I’m serious, we’re going to share A fork or A spoon. Heck, maybe we can do a spaghetti dinner and we can do a Lady and the Tramp type thing!”

“Sharing a single meatball?”

“That and we can do something with the spaghetti, eh?”

“I get ya, Kaner. I’m up for it!”

“Then we can have a nice desert and--”

“--then I can take you into the bedroom and do stuff!”

“No, I’ll take YOU in the bedroom and do stuff!”

They began to play-fight like little kids. Luckily for both of them no one was in the room but them now. Not even Duncan, who had walked out with Brent, reminding the two to behave themselves and not go overboard. But they were only half paying attention to the star defenseman.


A few hours later, Jonathan and Patrick were back at Patrick’s house. The ride to the blond's place had been torturous, and of course they got stuck in traffic only ten minutes away from their destination. In a somewhat cliche move, Jonathan paid the cabbie and walked the rest of the way to Patrick’s house, too anxious to wait.

When they made it to the door, Patrick hesitated for a few minutes, staring at Jonathan. Once he was sure that Patrick was sending him a signal of some kind, Jonathan opened the door. "What the hell are you -" Patrick shut him up with a hug, burying his face in the older man's chest.

He didn’t care that the weren’t in the house all the way yet. Since when was a hug not allowed anyway, huh? It took Jonathan longer than it should have to respond, but eventually he did, wrapping his arms around Tyler's waist and practically nuzzling his face into his chest.

Suddenly, Patrick was overcome with the urge to kiss him. To just take his friend up against the wall of his loft, the way he knew they would both like. For so long they had been dancing around each other - whether they were afraid to make the first move or just unsure of their feelings, was not clear - but this is the first time either of them had felt like this. And personally? Patrick had never felt so helpless in his life.

He was determined never to feel that way again.

“So much for doing dinner first, eh?” Jonathan laughed.

“Fuck the plan Jonny, I want you so much!”

Jonathan jolted a little when Patrick pulled away, and barely had time to look hurt before the blond was kissing him, slow and sweet and rather needy.

They managed to shuffle back through the door before they could end up getting caught by one of the people passing by outside or Duncan Keith and continued kissing like their lives depended on it.

Somehow they made it to Patrick's obscenely large brown leather sofa - that Jonathan had helped him pick out, actually - without tripping over anything and Patrick lowered him down like he was extremely delicate - which he kind of was at the moment.

They're both hard, of course they are, but this ... this is enough for now. It's all their feelings finally laid out. It's everything that they've needed to do for years now, actually.

Patrick pulled back again, but this time he did so that he could look down at his partner-in-crime, taking in the bare emotions in his eyes. He hated how “girly” all this was, but it just ...it felt right. They both knew it.

The blond man's eyes caught the bump near Jonathan’s temple where some bastard had “accidentally” hit him with a puck during the game (he was sure it was Antoine Roussel) and he quelled with the anger by leaning in and pressing a kiss to it, like a girl (he knew).

Jonathan was so clearly amused by his tender loving care that a sheepish grin spread across his face and Patrick didn’t even care because he was so ridiculously happy. "You'd think I was nearly killed or something," Jonathan joked, settling into the couch, so that they were in a much more comfortable position.

"I almost wanted to beat up the medic that helped you because he wouldn't tell me how you were," Patrick admitted, resting his head on his friend’s chest, just above his heart. He didn’t want to listen to it ....definitely not. He started to purr a little when a hand started combing through his hair.

"Yeah, Duncs told me during intermission, as well as some other stuff. Well, he texted me it anyway. It gave me a good laugh until I realized he wasn't joking."

"I'm not sorry. Dude was asking for it, but I had to restrain myself....serious pressure," Patrick said with a pout, to which his captain scoffed.

"Yeah, I'm sure it was."

They were both quiet for a while, just listening to each other. Jonathan broke the silence when he grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. Even though this was Patrick’s house, it felt like his too. He knew it by heart, just like he knew the blond knew his place. "You wanna watch something?”

“Nah. Let’s just snuggle and enjoy our victory.”

“Alright, I can atest to that,” the captain turned the TV back off and set the remote back in place on the side table. He leaned back, resuming his combing motion, through his friend’s golden blond locks.

Patrick cuddled further into him, completely content. And before long they fell asleep together, not bothering to eat anything. They could hold off until the morning anyway.


The next day, October 10th, a Friday, the Blackhawks didn’t have a game, but they had a mandatory practice at Johnny’s Ice House. So Jonathan and Patrick ate a big breakfast, after having not eaten dinner, because they had satisfied their hunger by snuggling on the couch. Then they quickly showered and got dressed and made their way together to the rink in high spirits.

Practice was over, for the most part. A couple of the guys decided to stay on the ice for a little extra work on their own, or just for the hell of it in Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane’s case. They sometimes liked to fool around after practice, just to cool off.

Jonathan threw the puck across the ice, a perfect lob that Patrick swung at with his stick, and sending the puck flying into the corner, completely missing the net.

“Come on, Jonny, I know you can throw it better than that!” Patrick called, standing on the other side of the ice.

“Are you kidding? That was perfect, asshole!” Jonathan shouted, and then grabbed another puck from the bench. He smirked, tossing it up and down in his gloved hand a couple of times. Well, Patrick had asked for it. He brought his arm back and sent it flying towards Patrick, a line drive.

Which hit him right in the gut, and he let out an “oof” of surprise. Jonathan let out a cackle, leaning over and holding his stomach.

Patrick cursed, “What the hell, Jonny!” He dropped his arms and skated over towards him, “Since when did you manage to get a pitcher’s arm!” He scowled.

Jonathan smirked, grabbed another puck and threw it at him again. “You asked for it! That lob was perfect, you just suck at batting,” he said, and watched the second puck hit Patrick in the shoulder.

“That’s it, Jonny,” Patrick growled, and he sped up towards him.

Jonathan grinned and jumped back onto the ice, deking around Patrick in the opposite direction, “Off your game, eh, Kaner?” He teased, and quickly skated down the ice where the other Blackhawks were firing off shots at “Crow”. As Jonathan skated behind the net, he grabbed a puck with his stick and tossed it up into his hand.

“What are you two, eight?” Patrick Sharp called, amusement in his voice, “You guys can clean up, then!” he added, because he and the others were making their way off the ice by now.

Jonathan ignored him, and as he rounded the net and saw Patrick coming at him with speed, he threw the puck at him yet again, though this time Patrick dodged - finally.

Jonathan’s grin faltered, “Dammit!” he yelped, and he took off skating, Patrick streaking after him. Now he was in trouble - Patrick was definitely faster than him because he had longer legs, okay...it wasn’t fair.

Jonathan glanced over his shoulder. He was right there- he tried to go for another deke but Patrick managed to hook an arm around him with a, “Not this time, Jonny boy!” and before they knew it, they slammed into the boards and collapsed onto the ice in a heap.

Patrick pushed himself to his skates with a laugh, “Payback is a bitch, eh, Jonny,” he teased, because Jonathan had definitely taken the brunt of the hit into the boards.

Jonathan got to his skates too, rolling his shoulder and wincing a bit, but he shook his head and smirked, “You kidding? That hit was weak,” he said, and he gave Patrick a small shove.

Patrick scoffed, “Says the shorty who just winced, aw, did you get a boo-boo?” He cooed, getting up into Jonathan’s face, “Do you need a kiss to make it all better?” He was using the best baby voice he could manage, the one he usually used with his little cousins.

Jonathan gave him a smirk, “Yeah, a kiss would definitely make it all better,” he said, and he watched Patrick’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, because usually the man just flipped him off and skated away.

“Sucks we have visors in the way, then,” Patrick found his voice, and for some reason his heart was beating faster.

“Helmets are removable, genius,” Jonathan quickly retorted, suddenly unable to meet Patrick’s eyes, and wow, where was this coming from? This was uncharted territory for them, because yeah, they teased and flirted shamelessly… but it never really amounted to anything. But for some reason, Jonathan just… he wanted to just see if it was possible. It was a little like teasing the person you had a crush on when you were younger on the playground, getting them to chase you so their attention was only on you.

Jonathan heard a snap, as Patrick unsnapped the strap. He was taking his helmet off. He heard a thud on the ice where the equipment landed. “Where does it hurt?” Patrick asked, his voice somewhat off, somewhat… nervous?

He definitely was not going to say his shoulder. “I think I cut my lip,” he found himself saying, and yeah right, it was obvious he hadn’t. But he suddenly felt Patrick’s hands at the chin strap of his helmet, and the pop of the button breaking open. Before he knew it, Patrick had his helmet off and was leaning in.

Their lips met. How could something so simple feel so great?

It was a quick thing, because Patrick pulled away in the slightest to ask, “Which lip?”

And what? Jonathan’s mind was everywhere at once, and when he finally registered what Patrick had asked, he gave a small smirk, elated, “Bottom,” and just like that, Patrick’s lips were back on his. Only this time he definitely pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it gently as if he’d actually hurt it. This was unreal. Patrick, being the prodigy at kissing that he was supposedly known to be, abandoned his lip and instead deepened the kiss with his tongue, working his way into Jonathan’s mouth which he definitely didn’t mind. Making out with Patrick Kane was amazing.

As quick as it had begun, Patrick pulled away, needing to catch his breath as he leaned his forehead against Jonathan’s. “Well, that was…that was amazing,” he said, “Still hurt?” he teased.

“If I told you my dick hurt, would you kiss that to make it better, too?” Jonathan found himself asking with a small laugh. Patrick hit him upside the head, and Jonathan let out a small 'ow.' Patrick said nothing and instead bent down to pick up their helmets.

“Was that a yes? You didn’t exactly say no,” Jonathan grinned, unable to help it. When Patrick leaned back up and shoved his helmet back at him, he noticed the taller player was a little red in the face. And his grin grew, “Holy--! That is a yes! It definitely hurts, can definitely use a little TLC,” he continued.

“You’re ridiculous…keep this up and it definitely won’t be,” Patrick rolled his eyes, but he was grinning-holding back a laugh, so Jonathan counted that as a win and a promise for more later.

Notes

OMG KAZER <3333333
Man, its soooo weird watching a Hawks game and seeing these two on the ice together. I really think that the UC should point the "kiss cam" at them. That would make millions awe and as a joke they should totally do it. But they should do the "cam" during a game when concentration doesn't count and do it when the Hawks have a comfortable lead, I'm thinking a Florida game. (Cause Florida sucks you see...)

Next up, the Psych Detectives are back and in Chicago. Oh and they go to a Hawks game and Shawn becomes a Jonathan Toews fan, while Gus is a Patrick Kane fan. (Get it? BROMANCES!!!!!!!!!)