Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Patrick Kane blinks away and rolls over to find that he is in Jonathan’s bed, still shirtless. The Captain’s arm is wrapped around him and when he rolls over, it makes the man stir and blink awake. They both smile and yawn in unison.

“Good morning, Peeks.”

“Good morning, Jonny.”

Jonathan sits up and leans over to take Patrick’s face into his hand and presses his lips against him. The blond welcomes it.

“Hmmmm, Jonny,” Patrick moans.

“Shh, shh,” the brunette whispers back, sticking his tongue in and opening Patrick up. He reaches around his friend’s body and slips his hands naughtily down the blond’s pants. He lets his hands glide around and then cup a feel, making Patrick yelp in shock.

“Jonny!”

“Kaner, do I have to gag you?”

“What?”

Jonathan’s grip becomes rougher and the Captain is glowering at him. “I said, do I have to gag you, Kaner?”

And suddenly it isn’t Jonathan Toews there...it’s Phil Kessel.

“NO!! Go away! Jonny, help me!! JONNY!!”

Patrick squeezes his eyes shut tightly and shoves against Kessel, who cackles evilly at him. “GO AWAY!”

Suddenly someone is shaking him and Jonathan’s concerned voice splits through the laughter. Patrick opens his eyes and sees his friend shaking him, his eyes full of concern. His hands are gripping tightly to his arms and Kessel is no where in sight.

“Kaner, what’s wrong? I’m right here, I’ve been here. And you just flipped out…”

Patrick calms his racing heart and buries his head in his hands. He has to tell Jonathan. He has too. He is sick of being a slave to Phil Kessel. The brunette places his hands on top of Patrick’s and gently and gradually lowers his hands.

Blue eyes clouded with tears peer back at the brunette, who holds his hands in his own, keeping them down in front of him, on his lap.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“I can’t--” Patrick sniffles.

“Tell me, please.”

“I can’t, Jonny. He’ll kill you and rape me!”

“Who? Who, Peeks, who?”

“It’s--no, I can’t tell you. I can’t--”

“Who, Peeks, please tell me, I want to help you!? Who?”

Patrick blinks back tears and takes a deep breath. He has to tell him. The truth has to come out and Jonathan Toews has to know. “Phil Kessel.”

Jonathan’s mouth flings open wide with shock and he gawked at Patrick. He climbs off of the bed. He picks up a shoe and flings it at the wall in anger.

“That son of a bitch!!” Jonathan roars. “I’ll kill him!!”

“Jonny, he’ll kill you first, he’s shifty and smart.”

“He RAPED you Kaner...NO one does that to you, EVER!!” Jonathan is boiling with fury. He begins to pull at his hair and pace.

Patrick comes and sit on the edge of the bed. He clutches onto the pole at the foot of the bed, looking at his friend. “Jonny, I never gave into him. I love you.”

Jonathan stops in his pacing and comes back to the bed. He flashes a sweet smile now and cups his hands around Patrick’s head, as the blond gazes up at him with soft, shiny blue eyes. “I love you too Peeks. This is why I must go seek revenge on Kessel. He can’t and won’t get away with raping you.”

With that, Jonathan kisses Patrick on the lips again.

“I’ll make him pay, Peeks, I promise I will.”

“I love you Jonny, you’re the best boyfriend ever!” He throws his arms around his centre and embraces him, as they remain kissing together.

“Let’s get in the shower and get to the rink for practice and then you’re gonna see Kessel get flayed and fucked tonight!”

Patrick smiles and stands up. The two strip naked, grab hands and walk into the bathroom, chuckling. They get in the shower and then get dressed together. They eat a quick breakfast and then hop into the car and make it to the rink.

Notes

Heh heh Jonny's gonna give a piece of his mind to Kessel.
So I'm really trying not to overwhelm you all with too much sex and lovey-dovey crap, cause I know it can get annoying, but...I hope I am succeeding in that. Sorry if I am not. I'm trying to get better at not being overdramatic or overbearing.
But, um, yeah Jonny knows, so....


Next up: What's gonna happen now that Jonny knows?