Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Jonathan holds his friend close to him for a few more moments, before he shoves Patrick off of him lightly, holding him still by his shoulders. Patrick blinks and sniffles.

“C’mon, you let Jonny take you home and make you feel better.”

Patrick wipes his eyes and nods. He wishes that he can be excited and feel extremely happy, looking forward to the Captain possible ravishing him...but…

The brunette tangles his fingers in the blond’s, jerking him from his thoughts and worries and leads him down the tunnel and out to the parking lot. They burst from the arena and there, Jonathan surprises Patrick, by yanking him around him and then scooping him up into his arms.

“Jonny?!” Patrick chuckles, as he instinctively wraps his arms around his Captain’s neck. The centerman laughed, as he carried him over to his car and placed him in the passenger seat. He places a kiss on Patrick’s lips and all of the dread and fear vanishes. He welcomes Jonathan’s passionate act of romance.

“There’ll be more of that later, baby.”

“Can’t wait, Jonny.” Patrick claps his head like a little kid getting exactly what he wanted for Christmas.

Jonathan reaches into the back seat and grabs a shiny item into his hands. It is one of Patrick’s sisters’ princess crown. He places it on the blond’s head and it produces a blush and more chuckling from the winger.

“There, Princess Kane.”

“Oh, Jonny.”

Jonathan closes the door and runs around and hops into the driver’s seat. Patrick looks at him with a cute look, complete with the princess crown.

“You look so cute, Kaner.”

“You gonna kiss me Jonny?”

“Of course, get over here cutie!” Jonathan reaches over and gently pushes Patrick’s head toward him. He presses his lips to the blond’s and kisses him longer this time.

“Oh Jonny, I want you inside of me now!”

“Settle down Peeks, let’s get back to my house and then I’ll ravish you!” Jonathan states. “How’s that?”

Patrick squeals and claps his hands. He has all but forgotten Phil Kessel and his rape now. He is with Jonathan and he is safe and he is so happy. He loves Jonny and really wants him to reclaim his property and fuck him senseless. It will completely cleanse him of the Maple Leaf forward and his filth.


The ride to Jonathan’s house is long and they get stopped at every light, but the Captain reassures him and makes him all the more eager to get back, until finally Jonathan parks the car in the driveway, and walks around to help his “princess” out of the car.

When he is out, Jonathan picks him up, scooping him into his arms and carries him strongly into the house. Patrick is the only player on the team, he can carry and it isn’t like the blond is entirely light as a feather, but he is the least heavy on the team and the smallest.

He is perfect, according to the brunette and Jonathan loves to carry his man.

They enter his place and Jonathan dumps Patrick onto the couch. He doesn’t bother to hurry back and close the door. He climbs on top of the blond, who is giggling like a little girl. Jonathan takes Patrick’s mouth into his and begins to make out with him. They grind against one another, happy to be finally giving into their desires.

The centerman cups his hands around his winger’s head and cradles him gently and lovingly. Patrick relaxes, loving the feeling and becoming completely satisfied. He can feel his best friend’s fingers kneading his face with gently round massaging motions, as his tongue brushes the inside of his mouth, reclaiming it as his own, washing over where Phil Kessel had rudely violated him and raped his mouth.

And then Jonathan slides his hands down and caresses Patrick’s neck and shoulders. In the process, the princess crown falls to the floor, but neither care. The older man begins to slowly remove Patrick’s shirt, pushing it up his body and revealing his muscular toned athlete body underneath.

Now his hands caress his chest and stomach and abs…and Patrick moans with pleasure. “Oh, Jonny.”

“Oh, Peeksy, you haven’t lost that sexiness I love.” He begins to tease Patrick, by rubbing against his nipples every so often, until he finally pulls his mouth away from Patrick’s and moves down to suck on each of them.

“Jonny!” Patrick screams, with delight. “Oh, Jonny! Yes!”

After he has enough enough, he sits up and removes his own shirt. He then slides backward down to straddle Patrick’s legs. He teases the blond with ticklish caresses on his waistline, before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He slides them down his legs to his knees and then pulls his boxers down as well.

“YES JONNY! DO IT! DO ME!” Patrick begs, throwing his head back against a pillow that Jonathan had set under him for comfort.

Jonathan grins and gives a cute little “hmph” noise, before he takes Patrick’s cock into his hands. He gently and gingerly strokes him, making Patrick clench in pleasure. The petting lasts for a few more seconds, until the brunette takes his index finger and traces around the entrance. And then he slides in and out and in and out over and over, causing Patrick to scream with desire and ravished bliss.

“Yeah, you’ve missed Jonny doing this to you, haven’t you Peeksy?”

“Yes, oh yes I have. Please don’t stop!”

Jonathan obeys his wishes and flips Patrick over and onto his stomach. The Blackhawk Captain undoes his pants and takes out his own cock and inserts himself delicately into Patrick.

“Oh, yes Jonny!” Patrick continues.

He stifles his screams into the pillow, as Jonny fucks him good, until they both are satisfied and collapse on the couch, breathing heavily, but smiling and laughing. They both pull up their pants and boxers once more returning them to place at their waist and Patrick removes his shirt the rest of the way, throwing it on top of Jonathan’s.

Patrick reaches over and brushes a strand of Jonathan’s sweat-soaked lock out of the way and Jonathan does the same to Patrick. They gaze into one another’s eyes.

“I love you so much,” Patrick states.

“I know you do.”

They kiss again, facing each other, lying sideways on the couch.

“What do you wanna watch tonight, baby?” Jonathan finally asks, breaking away for Patrick’s mouth.

“I don’t know...how about...a Blackhawk’s game?” Patrick suggests, with clever grin on his face.

“Why?” Jonathan inquires, raising an eyebrow in scepticism.

“So I can make love to you, while watching you skate around on the ice!” Patrick responds, flashing a cheesy grin now.

The brunette laughs. He gets to his feet and picks up the crown. He places it back on Patrick’s head. “Whatever you say, Princess.” He laughs with amusement.

“Very funny, Jonny. Go close the front door before you let in some maniac or obsessed fangirl.”

Jonathan snatches up their shirts and puts them into a chair to the side that won’t be used and struts off, purposefully exaggerating his moves.

“Go on!” Patrick laughs. “You showoff!”

“Look who’s talking!” Jonathan retorts, as he reaches the door and slams it shut. He returns to Patrick, to find him sitting up on the couch, still wearing the dress-up item on top of his blond curls and having the TV on all ready for the chosen game. It was the one where the Blackhawks had played the Penguins at the UC and it was also the first time that either of them had felt strongly for the other.

They’d creamed the Penguins 7-1 and both Patrick and Jonathan had stellar evenings with four points each.

Jonathan gets them drinks and some popcorn and they settle in to watch the game, enjoying the memory. When they finish their snacks and start to feel sleepy in the second half of the second period, Patrick snuggles on Jonathan’s lap and the older man strokes his hair gently, petting him almost like a cat or dog.

Well into the third period, they both fall asleep.

And Jonathan has a nightmare about Patrick.

Notes

AWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Kazer is just too adorable. :PPPP


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