Hawks Are Meant to Fly
Hawks Dominate the Leafs
The Next Day,
Patrick Kane is all smiles, as he looks across the locker room, flirting with Jonathan Toews, who is putting his equipment and uniform on. Patrick already has his stuff on. He is just leaning on his taped hockey stick, waiting for his captain.
“Jonny, hurry up!” Patrick laughs. “You take longer than a girl getting ready before the prom or a dance.”
“Don’t pester me, Princess!” Jonathan chirps back, pulling his jersey on and then shuffles over in his skates to where Patrick is. He grabs Patrick’s head in his hands and cradles it gently in place. He presses his lips to the blond’s and kisses him.
Patrick smiles through the act and lets himself be taken in by the Captain. He doesn’t want the magic to end and he doesn’t want Jonathan to leave him. He closes his eyes and lets the brunette have him.
“Oh, Jonny,” he moans.
Jonathan’s hands find his ass and playfully teases him with gently groping squeezes. Patrick chuckles, struggling not to lose himself. Jonathan keeps his mouth in place and pushes him closer to him, their crotches smashing together.
“Let’s get to the ice, Kaner, come on, we can continue this later after we win the game!” the brunette Captain whispers into his mouth, finally pulling back.
Patrick nods, his blue eyes sparkling in the locker room lighting.
“Oh Kaner, your eyes are so pretty!” Jonathan remarks.
“Yours are too, Jonny,” Patrick whispers, blinking.
They peck at one another’s lips again and then Jonathan releases Patrick from his hold and when the blond turns to leave the room, the brunette smirks and slaps him from behind. Then chuckling like two little kids, they grab their gloves, helmets, sticks and exit the room.
They burst onto the ice and take a warm up lap, as they put their helmets and gloves on. After the first, they slow down some and grab hands, holding onto each other. They get curious looks from teammates, but mainly don’t mind it. They already know about the “Kazer”, especially the prankster, Patrick Sharp.
The older man smiles and greets them as they finish the lap and skid to a halt before him. “Kaner, To’ez, ready for tonight’s game?”
“Yeah!” Patrick chimes out.
“We’re playing the Leafs, you know. Got another match with ‘em. I know you and Kessel have been, uh…” Sharpie starts.
“Sharpie, we’re good. We’re fine. Kess is no match for us,” Jonathan remarks, giving the man a stern glare.
Patrick looks at Jonathan with wide, watery eyes. “Kess is playing? Jonny, I don’t wanna play tonight!”
“Kaner, sweetie, Jonny’s here for ya. Kess is not gonna do anything to you. You’re safe with me,” the Captain says, pulling the blond close to him.
Patrick is shivering with the fear, but the reassurance of his big, strong teammate fills him and he shakes off the worry. “You’re right.”
“Now, let’s soften those hands up Kaner, baby!” Jonathan teases and guides him away from Sharpie, who shakes his head and skates over to where Andrew Shaw and Brandon Saad are. The brunette centre leads the blond winger to the blue line.
There, they launch into the practice.
Several hours later,
Jonathan Toews stands on the ice, with Patrick Kane next to him. Patrick Sharp is on his other side and beside him are Brent Seabrook and Duncan Keith. The National Anthem is sung and completed and the Blackhawks launch off from their place and begin to skate around, while the ref and Leafs prepare themselves.
The Phil Kessel line is up and that means it is Phil Kessel vs Patrick Kane. Jonathan has a close eye on the man. But he doesn’t seem to be so interested in the blond Blackhawk winger anymore. Instead he just looks focused and angry. He shoves Patrick to the ice at the faceoff and Jonathan wins the draw, sends the puck back to Brent and bee-lines it for Kessel. He cross-checks Kessel, instantly sticking up for Patrick, who scrambles to his feet.
“Did I not teach you already--?”
“Shut your fucking mouth Toes, I’m over Kanerboo...though I must say he was quite the decent fuck!”
Jonathan cross-checks him again.
“Stop cross-checking me, Captain Serious, or the ref will stick you in time-out, sweetheart!” Kessel snaps at Jonathan and then skates off, slamming into Sharpie along the boards.
Jonathan rolls his eyes and spits on the ice. He helps Patrick the rest of the way up and brushes him off. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks Jonny. But it’s time to teach Kess and the Leafs how the Hawks really handle assholes!”
Jonathan winks. “Right, come on, Sharpie needs us!”
They launch back into the action and gang up on JVR, who has the puck now, crossing into the defensive zone of Chicago. Jonathan checks him, while Patrick steals the puck and they create a two-on-one into the offensive zone.
Patrick sends a sweet pass to Jonathan, who dekes the defenseman and sends the puck back to Patrick, who spins around and lifts a sick backhander, like only Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. can do, into the back of the net. Blackhawks: 1, Leafs: 0.
“Way to go Kaner! Bad guys never win!” Sharpie cheers as he comes over for the celebration, rubbing Patrick’s head on top of the crown of his helmet.
They fist-bumped and then sat down in the bench. Jonathan sends Kessel a look and sticks his tongue out, juvenilely. Andrew stands up and chirps him as well, “Suck it Kess, you fucking pigeon!”
JVR grabs Phil and hugs him close. “Reimsy’s here, Kessy.” He kisses his teammate’s forehead.
Jonathan shares a look with Patrick. They shrug and smile.
Andrew keeps chirping them. “Awe, is that supposed to be cute? It’s fucking pathetic! I don’t embarrass myself like that! Get a fucking room you two!” and on and on and on.
“Just ignore him, Kessy, Reimsy’s got you and Reimsy loves you so much!” JVR continues to coo, as he holds Phil close to him. “Reimsy loves his Kessy!” He chants in a sing-songy way, as he strokes Phil’s hair.
“Reimsy stop it!” Kessel whines and tries to push himself free from the arm-hold of his teammate.
“Yeah stop, it’s getting old and seriously annoying!” Andrew’s chirp comes.
“Shut up Shawzy!” some of the Leafs’ players begin to finally snap back.
Jonathan grabs Patrick’s hand, snapping his helmet into place with his other hand and they both hop over the bench and onto the ice once more. The Captain wins another faceoff and wastes no time, muscling himself through the opposing centre and beats the Leafs goalie top shelf for another goal.
“Yay, Jonny!” Patrick screams, smashing together with him.
They both look to the visitor’s bench, where Phil Kessel has his head buried into JVR’s now, sobbing. His body is shaking, so they assume he is crying. They all head back to the bench. Andrew has finally shut up and given the chirping a rest, plus he is told to go on the ice and play.
Kessel has finally managed to get free of JVR, who is crying now. “Kessy hit Reimsy in the face! Kessy doesn’t like Reimsy, cause he hurted him!” (Yes, JVR’s a little whiny bitch...) He shakes his head back and forth.
Phil rolls his eyes and ignores him. “Quit whining, Reims, you’re making a fucking scene!”
“Reimsy was just being nice to Kessy, and he hurted him!”
“Reims, stop it! You’re being ridiculous!”
“Kessy doesn’t love Reimsy!”
“REIMS, STOP IT!!”
“Now Kessy’s yelling at Reimsy! WAHHHHH!!!!”
“Oh, fuck! Shut up and stop crying Reims, you fucking baby!”
(I’m struggling to get through this, because I am cracking up so much. If you haven’t noticed already, I like to add in my personal thoughts. I really just let my mind run.)
By the end of the third period, the score is Blackhawks: 7, Leafs: 1. And when the buzzer goes off, all the Chicago players on the bench jumps up and celebrates their victory. Jonathan and Patrick hug. It isn’t a playoff game, but the mere fact that Kessel has kidnapped and raped Patrick and that Jonathan has saved him and then the two have the professional power to push all the drama and scars to the side, it is nothing short of a miracle and an intense game atmosphere.
The Hawks sweep the Leafs in the regular season and because of that...Phil Kessel is not a happy man. At all.
Patrick Kane is all smiles, as he looks across the locker room, flirting with Jonathan Toews, who is putting his equipment and uniform on. Patrick already has his stuff on. He is just leaning on his taped hockey stick, waiting for his captain.
“Jonny, hurry up!” Patrick laughs. “You take longer than a girl getting ready before the prom or a dance.”
“Don’t pester me, Princess!” Jonathan chirps back, pulling his jersey on and then shuffles over in his skates to where Patrick is. He grabs Patrick’s head in his hands and cradles it gently in place. He presses his lips to the blond’s and kisses him.
Patrick smiles through the act and lets himself be taken in by the Captain. He doesn’t want the magic to end and he doesn’t want Jonathan to leave him. He closes his eyes and lets the brunette have him.
“Oh, Jonny,” he moans.
Jonathan’s hands find his ass and playfully teases him with gently groping squeezes. Patrick chuckles, struggling not to lose himself. Jonathan keeps his mouth in place and pushes him closer to him, their crotches smashing together.
“Let’s get to the ice, Kaner, come on, we can continue this later after we win the game!” the brunette Captain whispers into his mouth, finally pulling back.
Patrick nods, his blue eyes sparkling in the locker room lighting.
“Oh Kaner, your eyes are so pretty!” Jonathan remarks.
“Yours are too, Jonny,” Patrick whispers, blinking.
They peck at one another’s lips again and then Jonathan releases Patrick from his hold and when the blond turns to leave the room, the brunette smirks and slaps him from behind. Then chuckling like two little kids, they grab their gloves, helmets, sticks and exit the room.
They burst onto the ice and take a warm up lap, as they put their helmets and gloves on. After the first, they slow down some and grab hands, holding onto each other. They get curious looks from teammates, but mainly don’t mind it. They already know about the “Kazer”, especially the prankster, Patrick Sharp.
The older man smiles and greets them as they finish the lap and skid to a halt before him. “Kaner, To’ez, ready for tonight’s game?”
“Yeah!” Patrick chimes out.
“We’re playing the Leafs, you know. Got another match with ‘em. I know you and Kessel have been, uh…” Sharpie starts.
“Sharpie, we’re good. We’re fine. Kess is no match for us,” Jonathan remarks, giving the man a stern glare.
Patrick looks at Jonathan with wide, watery eyes. “Kess is playing? Jonny, I don’t wanna play tonight!”
“Kaner, sweetie, Jonny’s here for ya. Kess is not gonna do anything to you. You’re safe with me,” the Captain says, pulling the blond close to him.
Patrick is shivering with the fear, but the reassurance of his big, strong teammate fills him and he shakes off the worry. “You’re right.”
“Now, let’s soften those hands up Kaner, baby!” Jonathan teases and guides him away from Sharpie, who shakes his head and skates over to where Andrew Shaw and Brandon Saad are. The brunette centre leads the blond winger to the blue line.
There, they launch into the practice.
Several hours later,
Jonathan Toews stands on the ice, with Patrick Kane next to him. Patrick Sharp is on his other side and beside him are Brent Seabrook and Duncan Keith. The National Anthem is sung and completed and the Blackhawks launch off from their place and begin to skate around, while the ref and Leafs prepare themselves.
The Phil Kessel line is up and that means it is Phil Kessel vs Patrick Kane. Jonathan has a close eye on the man. But he doesn’t seem to be so interested in the blond Blackhawk winger anymore. Instead he just looks focused and angry. He shoves Patrick to the ice at the faceoff and Jonathan wins the draw, sends the puck back to Brent and bee-lines it for Kessel. He cross-checks Kessel, instantly sticking up for Patrick, who scrambles to his feet.
“Did I not teach you already--?”
“Shut your fucking mouth Toes, I’m over Kanerboo...though I must say he was quite the decent fuck!”
Jonathan cross-checks him again.
“Stop cross-checking me, Captain Serious, or the ref will stick you in time-out, sweetheart!” Kessel snaps at Jonathan and then skates off, slamming into Sharpie along the boards.
Jonathan rolls his eyes and spits on the ice. He helps Patrick the rest of the way up and brushes him off. “You okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks Jonny. But it’s time to teach Kess and the Leafs how the Hawks really handle assholes!”
Jonathan winks. “Right, come on, Sharpie needs us!”
They launch back into the action and gang up on JVR, who has the puck now, crossing into the defensive zone of Chicago. Jonathan checks him, while Patrick steals the puck and they create a two-on-one into the offensive zone.
Patrick sends a sweet pass to Jonathan, who dekes the defenseman and sends the puck back to Patrick, who spins around and lifts a sick backhander, like only Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. can do, into the back of the net. Blackhawks: 1, Leafs: 0.
“Way to go Kaner! Bad guys never win!” Sharpie cheers as he comes over for the celebration, rubbing Patrick’s head on top of the crown of his helmet.
They fist-bumped and then sat down in the bench. Jonathan sends Kessel a look and sticks his tongue out, juvenilely. Andrew stands up and chirps him as well, “Suck it Kess, you fucking pigeon!”
JVR grabs Phil and hugs him close. “Reimsy’s here, Kessy.” He kisses his teammate’s forehead.
Jonathan shares a look with Patrick. They shrug and smile.
Andrew keeps chirping them. “Awe, is that supposed to be cute? It’s fucking pathetic! I don’t embarrass myself like that! Get a fucking room you two!” and on and on and on.
“Just ignore him, Kessy, Reimsy’s got you and Reimsy loves you so much!” JVR continues to coo, as he holds Phil close to him. “Reimsy loves his Kessy!” He chants in a sing-songy way, as he strokes Phil’s hair.
“Reimsy stop it!” Kessel whines and tries to push himself free from the arm-hold of his teammate.
“Yeah stop, it’s getting old and seriously annoying!” Andrew’s chirp comes.
“Shut up Shawzy!” some of the Leafs’ players begin to finally snap back.
Jonathan grabs Patrick’s hand, snapping his helmet into place with his other hand and they both hop over the bench and onto the ice once more. The Captain wins another faceoff and wastes no time, muscling himself through the opposing centre and beats the Leafs goalie top shelf for another goal.
“Yay, Jonny!” Patrick screams, smashing together with him.
They both look to the visitor’s bench, where Phil Kessel has his head buried into JVR’s now, sobbing. His body is shaking, so they assume he is crying. They all head back to the bench. Andrew has finally shut up and given the chirping a rest, plus he is told to go on the ice and play.
Kessel has finally managed to get free of JVR, who is crying now. “Kessy hit Reimsy in the face! Kessy doesn’t like Reimsy, cause he hurted him!” (Yes, JVR’s a little whiny bitch...) He shakes his head back and forth.
Phil rolls his eyes and ignores him. “Quit whining, Reims, you’re making a fucking scene!”
“Reimsy was just being nice to Kessy, and he hurted him!”
“Reims, stop it! You’re being ridiculous!”
“Kessy doesn’t love Reimsy!”
“REIMS, STOP IT!!”
“Now Kessy’s yelling at Reimsy! WAHHHHH!!!!”
“Oh, fuck! Shut up and stop crying Reims, you fucking baby!”
(I’m struggling to get through this, because I am cracking up so much. If you haven’t noticed already, I like to add in my personal thoughts. I really just let my mind run.)
By the end of the third period, the score is Blackhawks: 7, Leafs: 1. And when the buzzer goes off, all the Chicago players on the bench jumps up and celebrates their victory. Jonathan and Patrick hug. It isn’t a playoff game, but the mere fact that Kessel has kidnapped and raped Patrick and that Jonathan has saved him and then the two have the professional power to push all the drama and scars to the side, it is nothing short of a miracle and an intense game atmosphere.
The Hawks sweep the Leafs in the regular season and because of that...Phil Kessel is not a happy man. At all.
Notes
REIMSY'S HERE KESSY!!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDD XPPPPPPPP
YESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!! I am so excited to finally share this chapter!!!! I couldn't stop laughing for the life of me with this! REIMSY AND KESSY!!!! XP
Oh my gosh...the next chapter's funny too, but this one especially. Just the whole back and forth between JVR and Kessel...priceless. XD
And Shawzy chirping them...classic!
Next up: Well...Kessel's Pissed...
Not sexy
2/22/15