Hawks Are Meant to Fly

“Ohmygosh, Jonny, you didn’t!” Patrick screams, as he enters a private hotel room, reserved for them. They are playing in Vancouver, British Columbia, which is where their next game is actually. The blond is super excited, both fresh off of their wedding and big announcement. They are finally official and Jonathan makes sure not to let their personal emotions get in the way of the team’s success.

“Save some of that energy for tomorrow’s game, Peeks!” Jonathan laughs.

Jonathan Toews is mature and he knows how to handle himself and not let drama overshadow him and he is trying his best to be good to Kaner and have him positive and upbeat all the time.

Patrick zooms around the room, chuckling and finally disappears into a side room. Jonathan smiles, as he shrugs off the bags and closes the door. He walks over and opens the blinds to the window of their highly expensive “penthouse” room.

“JONNY!!” Patrick’s eager voice calls out.

“What’s up, Kaner?” Jonathan asks, turning his head in the direction to where Patrick vanished.

“Come in here!”

Jonathan sighs and pads off, entering into the huge master bedroom, where the blond is sitting in the middle of the bed, with the curtains drawn around him. The opening is a slit, like a tent and behind it, he can see Patrick’s silhouette. The brunette chuckles. “Oh, Kaner, already?”

“Jonny, come on, please!” It’s a beg.

The captain can’t say no. He strips his shirt off and then climbs onto the bed, pushing back the flap. He crawls across the bed to Patrick, who he can see sitting on his knees, with his shirt still on. He is grinning at Jonathan.

“Alright, Kaner, let’s have some fun and then I’m going to take you skiing!”

Patrick claps his hands in front of him. Jonathan straddles his teammate, sitting in front of him on the bed. He lifts Patrick’s shirt up and over his head and off of him. He tosses the clothing to the side. Then he takes Patrick’s head in his hands, the blond still smiling and sparkling with energy. He presses his lips to the blond’s and then they delve into the session.

When they are done, Jonathan strokes Patrick’s hair in his hands and eyes him up and down. “I love you so much, Peeksy.”

“I love you too Jonny, we’ll never ever break up. You’re my soulmate and my hero.”

Jonathan grins and continues to message Patrick, now rubbing his arms with delicate paint strokes of his fingers. “Kazer forever, buddy.”


Four hours later,

Jonathan happily snatches Patrick’s hand into his own and leads him toward the ski gondola. They are a fit of chuckles, as they somehow manage to catch the lift and begin to ascend up the mountain. Patrick plays footsie with Jonathan’s skis, as they ride up to the slopes. They aren’t skiers, but they’ve skied before, so they can handle intermediate slopes. Jonathan has more skill than Patrick though, being from Winnipeg.

“Jonny, do you think we’ll inspire anyone else in the league to come out?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“Well, because, I don’t want us to be the only ones.”

“Kaner, that’s silly. We don’t have to be like others, we are special and unique and we have love for one another like no one else in this league. No matter what, I’m here for you.”

Patrick’s blue eyes shimmer in the snowfall. He is pinkish-red in the face from the cold and also his blushing, but he leans against Jonathan, putting his head on his shoulder. They ride the rest of the way in silence. The sound of the snow falling from the sky and the churning of the ski lift, pulling them closer to the drop-off of the slopes.

Jonathan puts his arm around him. The truth is, he will never let anything happen to Patrick. He will truthfully always be there for the blond. Through the hard times, good times, losses, wins, playoff runs, and Stanley Cup Finals.

The gondola reaches the end of its run at the slope and both men pull apart and prepare to get off of the lift. They skillfully stick the landing and slide down a small hill, grabbing hands with one another. At the bottom, Jonathan shuffles his skis and carefully gets close to Patrick. He kisses him again, before they head toward the chosen slope.

Once there, they stand at the top, looking down the mountain and out at the surrounding view. Through the light snow particles, they can spot the downtown area of Vancouver. Patrick is mesmerized so much that he loses focus and Jonathan seizes the advantage. He shoves Patrick, sending him down the slope.

The blond screams and almost falls flat on his face, but catches himself and zooms down. Jonathan laughs and launches after him. He quickly catches up to him.

“Jonny, not cool!” Patrick playfully scolds, struggling to control his speed, while Jonathan passes by him.

“Come on, Kaner, have some fun!”

“Ha-ha, how can I when you push me into things! You’re so full of shit, Jonny!”

“And you’re full of yourself Kaner!” The captain reaches the end of the slope and skids to a halt. He turns around, just in time to see Patrick purposefully launch himself straight at his husband.

They collide and crash into the snow. Patrick lands on top, chuckling and grinning largely. The blond pushes himself up, his hands sinking into the snow. He loses his balance and crashes down, “accidentally” pressing his head and lips to Jonathan’s. Jonathan eventually shoves him off.

“Had your fun, Peeks?” he asks, sitting up.

Patrick is still chuckling. “Oh Jonny!”

“You want another go at the slope, sweetie?”

“Well, there’s no rush. We still have tons of time. And a little snow never hurt anyone.”

“Right.” Jonathan got to his feet and stepped back into the skis, then he helped Patrick up and they skied back to the gondola, hopped on again and carried on with their skiing date.

When they had enough skiing, they made it back to the hotel to warm up and spend the evening together. The remainder of their “honeymoon.”

Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane lit it up, each scoring a hat trick against Vancouver and leading their Chicago Blackhawk team to a huge win in Vancouver. 8-2 was the final. They couldn’t be happier and prouder and as a married couple they carried the Chicago team on their backs.

They were the NHL’s greatest Dynamic Duo ever: Jonathan Bryan Toews and Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.

Notes

KAZER!!!! I can't get enough of these two!! <3 So frickin adorable!!
Well, that's all for this tale. Thank you to everyone who read it. I hope you liked it, I mean you had to, if you continued to read this, right? XP
And honestly, I know about the greats in hockey, but I'd not hesitate to list Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane as two of the greats. They are remarkable players and people and will definitely go down in history. And not to mention, probably the greatest bromance ever. There is no one quite like Kazer. XD
Thank you and good bye. The End.