Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Not as many people want to talk to Jonathan Toews this time, so he is pretty much fully dressed, before Patrick Kane is even out of his gear. It is odd, because normally it is flipped around or else they are the same speed.

He is supposed to be thinking captainly things, he knows that. He should be congratulating the rest of the team on a good game and telling rookies how well they had played and doing a whole heap of other things. But instead he is watching the sheen of sweat on Patrick's back as his shoulders flex while he gets changed. He thinks about the fact that their next game isn't until Tuesday so they really can’t skip the optional skate tomorrow which and means there are certain things he doesn't have to necessarily worry about...

He is so lost in a trail of ever-hotter thoughts when his phone beeps.

From: Patrick Sharp

The message read: Don't even pretend you want to be out celebrating with the rest of us. I'll cover for you.

They shouldn't skip whatever team bonding thing the rest of the guys are doing. They really shouldn't, because they have the whole night ahead of them, and the rest of the team also have something to celebrate and it's really not the time to be selfish, and...

Across the room, Patrick catches his eye and holds his gazes as he knots his tie and slides his jacket back on.

He shouldn't skip drinking with the team. He really shouldn’t. But he's going to.

****

They go back to Patrick's place, because the blond insisted, and Jonathan doesn't want to have to deal with him in the morning if he isn’t happy. It takes less than three seconds before Patrick looks at him and smirks, trailing his fingers down his tie, and Jonathan has him pressed up against the wall before his fingers reach the bottom.

He presses one hand to Patrick's shoulder and leans back a little, keeping eye contact as he runs his other hand up Patrick's front, popping each button until he gets to his throat. It barely takes a minute to get his shirt off, and Patrick’s left standing against the wall in just a loosened tie.

Jonathan sits down on the edge of the bed and gestures Patrick over, watching him slide his belt open as he walks. His pants are hanging off his hips when he stops in front of Jonathan, and he barely has to move to get them the rest of the way off. Jonathan rests his hands on Patrick's waist and presses a kiss to his stomach before pulling his tie off him and loosely knotting his hands together at the wrists with the material.

Patrick looks down at him, a smirk on his lips, until Jonathan tugs sharply on his arms and pulls him to the bed, pushing him onto his back and crawling over him.

He straddles Patrick’s hips, slowly pulling his own shirt off. Patrick has both his palms flat against Jonathan's stomach and he's already shifting underneath him, trying to wriggle out of his pants and rub himself against Jonathan at the same time.

Jonathan grins and throws his shirt aside, leaning over to press Patrick's shoulders to the bed and kiss him. He can feel Patrick's fingers pressing against his chest, grabbing for purchase the only place they can. Patrick’s muscles twitch under Jonathan’s hands as he moans into the kiss. Jonathan finally pulls away from his mouth, trailing his lips down Patrick's chest.

Jonathan gives Patrick's cock one long, slow lick, just to see how loud Patrick gets, before sliding his hands under Patrick's thighs and urging him over onto his hands and knees. He adjusts Patrick for a minute, shoving his arms and legs where he wants them, and kisses his back before reaching for the lube.

The first finger he pushes in a little fast, a little hard, but he knows that's how Patrick wants it. He can see the shiver run down the tight muscles of his back as he tries to push back into it, but he can't. Jonathan's got Patrick's knees pulled back just far enough that he can't move too much. He can only manage tiny shifts of his hips, barely enough to rock back against Jonathan's finger and nowhere near enough to find anything to thrust against.

Jonathan watches the tense shiver roll down Patrick's back and smiles. He kisses the small of Patrick's back and strokes his other hand over his stomach. Patrick tries to shift again, trying to get his cock closer to Jonathan's hand, but he just laughs and pats him on the thigh before twisting his finger and running his thumb along Patrick's rim.

He can only imagine the strain on his tie holding Patrick's hands together as he twists his finger again before adding a second one, slower and more gently than the first. Patrick drops his head between his shoulders and moans so low Jonathan would swear he can feel the vibrations in his fingers. He drags his teeth over Patrick's ass, biting down just hard enough to draw a yelp before pulling back to shush him.

“Do you want me to have to gag you?”

Patrick's laughed. “If you wanted me silent, you'd have done that already.”

Which is true, really, Jonathan can't argue with that. But he twists his fingers quickly and smiles when Patrick gasps and jerks forward at the sudden sensation. He kisses Patrick's hip and slows his fingers until they're barely moving, and watches the shift of muscles in Patrick's back while he fails to keep his cool and tries pressing back into the feeling again.

Patrick whines as Jonathan starts to work his fingers in and out again. Jonathan strokes his free hand over his hip as Patrick shivers, and presses another kiss to his back. He can see gooseflesh raise on Patrick's back when he pushes his third finger in. He licks a broad stripe across Patrick's hip, tasting the fresh sweat and clean skin.

Patrick shifts his knees to steady himself, and digs his elbows into the comforter so he can finally push back. Jonathan laughs into his skin and crooks his fingers until Patrick bites out a 'fuck' and his knees give out so fast Jonathan has to wrap his spare arm around his waist to stop him collapsing to the bed.

Patrick pushes himself back to kneeling and gasps again, twisting to look back at him.

“Is that all you've got?”

Jonathan bites his hip again. "Wait and see."

He refuses to set a steady rhythm, watching the muscles in Patrick's thighs twitch as he tries to anticipate when Jonathan's going to move slowly and when he's going to twist harder. Jonathan's mumbling nonsense into the skin of Patrick's back while he moves his fingers, and he trails his thumb around Patrick's rim, not quite pushing in.

He could go with four fingers; he knows Patrick can take it, that he'll enjoy it. But he thinks it might be a little much considering what else he's got planned tonight and doesn't go further then stroking, no matter how many needy sounds Patrick makes in front of him.

Patrick's cock is as hard as he's ever seen it, hanging heavily between his legs, the skin tight and shiny. He's wet at the tip and Jonathan can tell he's desperate to come from the way he's shifting on the bed, even if he's not begging yet.

He could draw it out further if he wanted to, because fingers are just never quite enough by themselves, and there's something about the tension in Patrick's muscles that's making him lose track of his thoughts.

Patrick whines again at a particularly firm twist and spreads his knees even further apart.

"Jonathan... Please."

Jonathan's resolve was pretty worn away already, and that's enough to end him. He twists his fingers again and wraps his other hand around Patrick's cock, and it's barely three strokes before Patrick's collapsing to the bed as he comes.

He doesn't remove his fingers too quickly, stroking his free hand over Patrick's hips and thighs instead as his breathing evens out. When he's ready, he pulls his hand back and rolls Patrick onto his back and leans up to kiss him again.

Patrick pushes greedily into the kiss and tries to push himself up, but he can't get enough purchase without his hands and sinks back into the bed. Jonathan kisses him again and slides one finger back to his hole, laughing gently when Patrick hisses at the overstimulation but still pushes into the contact.

He pushes himself to his knees and reaches for the bedside table, grabbing more lube and a condom.

Jonathan pauses for a second once the condom's in his hand. He leans over Patrick and slides his hand between Patrick's for a moment, stroking his thumb over his palm.

"You're okay for more, right?"

Patrick smiles and squeezes Jonathan's hand. "Yeah, yeah, c'mon."

Jonathan grins and kisses Patrick again. He rolls on a condom and pushes inside him as slowly as he can manage, leaning in to whisper something embarrassing into Patrick's ear as he bottoms out.

Patrick runs his fingers along Jonathan's collarbones and rolls his hips gently into the sensation.

Jonathan's hardly moving at all, just keeping things barely active while he waits for Patrick to get hard again. He's propped up on his elbows to lean over Patrick, trailing uncoordinated kisses over his jaw and neck while Patrick loops his still-tied hands around Jonathan’s neck.

He tries to pull Jonathan closer, pull Jonathan to his lips but Jonathan keeps himself off, leaning back until he’s a full arms-length away and grins down at him.

"So impatient."

Even after one orgasm, Patrick still has enough strength to sit up and grab at his hair, finally kissing him and letting his sagging weight pull them back to the bed.

Patrick bites on Jonathan's lip and wraps his leg over his hip, trying to pull him in closer. Jonathan would brace himself and try and stay up on his elbows, but his own resolve is only so strong, and when Patrick's pinned underneath him, rolling his hips and tugging at his hair, he figures he's lasted long enough.

The first time Jonathan thrusts properly, Patrick's eyes fall closed and he bites his lip, sighing happily. He tugs on Jonathan's hair a little harder until he picks up the pace, and Jonathan muffles another laugh in Patrick's neck before biting his collarbone. Beneath him, Patrick moans and shifts his legs again, letting his other knee fall to the side so Jonathan has more room to move.

Jonathan can feel Patrick's cock between their stomachs as he moves. It hadn't softened fully before they'd started again and it's already hardening again; some days it's like Patrick's never even heard of refractory periods. Patrick's rolling his hips into every thrust and if his hands weren't tied Jonathan's pretty sure he'd already be squeezing his hand between their bodies to hurry himself along.

Jonathan wants to wait a little longer, slowing his own movements to a slow slide in and out. Patrick pulls his hair again, his mouth too occupied with kissing Jonathan, and Jonathan laughs into his mouth and refuses to speed up. He just rocks into him gently, one hand propping him up and the other sliding underneath them to grab Patrick's ass. He digs his fingers into the muscle 'til it's just the right side of painful and starts to speed his movements up when Patrick has to break away from the kiss to gasp for breath.

It doesn't take long before Patrick's melted back into the mattress, and Jonathan's pretty sure the only thing keeping Patrick's arms around his neck is the tie. He noses underneath his jaw to place a tiny bite behind his ear before pushing his knees forward to thrust harder. Patrick lets his leg slide from over Jonathan's hip and goes mostly limp, just his fingers twisted in Jonathan's hair to urge him to keep moving.

Their lips are barely coordinated enough to kiss, so they're just mouthing at each other's jaws and necks until Patrick pulls his head up so he can look at him. It takes a moment for Jonathan's eyes to focus, but when they do he can see how flushed Patrick is, the redness spreading down his neck and across his chest.

Jonathan ducks his head to unhook Patrick's arms from his neck and moves so his knees are braced a little further away, giving him more room to thrust. He strokes one hand gently over Patrick's stomach, avoiding his cock, before he pulls Patrick's knees in to bracket his hips and starts to thrust in earnest.

Patrick's eyelids are starting to flutter, and Jonathan can see him fighting to keep them open as he tries to stretch out and grab whatever parts of Jonathan he can reach. Jonathan's moved back just too far to grab though, so Patrick strokes his hands over his own chest, pinching his nipples until Jonathan finally catches his eye again.

Patrick looks up at him, holding his gaze as he wraps both his hands around his cock and jerks himself off. Jonathan could stop him, could grab his hands and tell him to wait even longer, but he doesn't think he's going to last much longer himself and he wants to see Patrick come again before he does. And there's something about the way Patrick's tied hands are moving on himself, familiar and different all at the same time.

Jonathan shifts his knees and thrusts as hard as he can, driving into Patrick with enough force to shove them both further up the bed, and it's less than a minute before Patrick comes, his shoulders jerking forward before he sprawls back on the bed.

He takes his hands off his cock but keeps his eyes on Jonathan, watching him closely as he trails his fingers over his stomach.

Jonathan thrusts a few more times and comes with a moan, sinking down to cover Patrick's body with his own. After a few moments' deep breathing, he pushes himself up onto his hands to look at Patrick. His hands are resting on his stomach, the tie and his abs striped with come, some of it already tacky and half-dried. Patrick's face and neck are flushed red and he can see the slight indentation of teeth along his collarbone.

Patrick looks at him and grins lazily, reaching up to pull him down for another kiss. Jonathan catches his hands before they make it though, licking a few drops of come off his thumb before starting to work the knots loose.

Patrick pouts when Jonathan unties his hands. Jonathan smiles and kisses the inside of his wrists.

"Keep them there if you want, I just don't want to hurt them."

"We're not done?"

Jonathan grins. "Not quite."

Patrick tries to curl up into himself. "I think I'm done."

Jonathan kisses the back of his neck and slides his hand through the tangle of limbs to stroke over Patrick's stomach.

"No you're not."

Patrick laughs. "If I'm not able to walk tomorr-"

Jonathan laughs and leans in to bite Patrick's earlobe. "What do you mean 'if'?"

Patrick shudders again, but he loosens his arms enough to let Jonathan's hands wander more. When his fingers press into the skin above his cock Patrick whimpers and tries to twist away from the contact even as his hips press into Jonathan's hands.

Jonathan holds Patrick's thigh just tight enough he can't wriggle away and loosely circles the base of his cock with his fingers. He bites Patrick's earlobe again and kisses his neck, shuddering a little when Patrick's presses back against his own over-sensitive cock.

He tightens his grip on Patrick's cock, pulling a sharp gasp from him even as he thrusts into Jonathan's grip.

Patrick is getting hard again, which Jonathan knew would happen, but he wasn't expecting to happen this fast. Patrick is making tiny desperate noises into his own bicep and clutching at Jonathan's hand on him, and Jonathan can't tell if he's trying to will him to go harder or stop him entirely.

Patrick twists an arm behind his head to tangle in Jonathan's hair while the other is wrapped around Jonathan's hand on his cock. He's trying to force Jonathan to move faster but Jonathan's keeping the pace he wants, slipping the fingers on his other hand behind Patrick's balls. Not pressing in, just stroking over the still-slick rim and feeling Patrick shudder in his arms.

Patrick wraps his hand tighter around Jonathan's hand and presses his ass back against Jonathan's cock, drawing a choked-off moan out of him. He grins and holds Jonathan's hair tighter, twisting his head around to drag their mouths together.

"C'mon, c'mon." He pants into Jonathan's mouth until Jonathan finally relents and picks up speed, dragging his thumb over the head just roughly enough to finish Patrick off.

Patrick doesn't move much when he comes, too worn out. He just jerks in Jonathan's arms and melts into the bed, his breath hitching a few times as his shoulders shake a little.

Jonathan moves his hands to stroke gently over Patrick's arms and stomach while his breathing evens out. When he's finally still, Jonathan pats him one more time and pulls back. Patrick whines and grabs at his arm.

"Just one sec."

"You promised me I wouldn't have to move."

Jonathan laughs. "You don't. I'll be right back."

He rinses a cloth in the washroom and glances out the door to see if Patrick is already asleep. There's light from the moon and street lights coming through the blinds, casting stripes across the bed that throw the sweaty sheen on Patrick's skin into sharp relief. Patrick has red spots on his hips and thighs that will probably turn into bruises tomorrow, and Jonathan can feel matching marks on his own chest.

Tomorrow, Jonathan will make good on his promise that Patrick doesn't have to walk if he doesn't want to, and ignore as many phone calls and texts as he can possibly get away with. But for now, he carefully cleans as much lube and come as he can manage without disturbing Patrick, and crawls into bed behind him. He pulls the duvet up around their waists and lets Patrick blindly burrow into his side. It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep.

Notes

AWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KAZER <3 <3 <3 <3
Jonny scored a goal from Kanerboo last night and I melted inside. Then again, I always melt inside with those/these two! They are too cute!!!!
Best bromance by far in the NHL and in sports...though Brady/Edelman/Gronk is cool too! ;)


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