Hawks Are Meant to Fly
Phil Kessel’s “Love”
Tuesday - I.E.: “The Next Game:” Toronto Maple Leafs VS Chicago Blackhawks
Jonathan pulls up to his familiar spot in the parking lot of the United Center. Patrick is sitting in the passenger seat beside him. The blond man cocks his head to the side and flashes his Captain a small. They both get out and slam the door behind themselves. They lean against the doors briefly, sighing in unison and then before Jonathan can move, Patrick is by his side. The star winger reaches out and grabs his centre’s hand, halting him in place.
Jonathan spins around and slams Patrick against the side of the car. He pins him there and takes his mouth into his own. The blond man allows his brunette friend to have his way and lead. They make out for a few minutes, before they pull back, grinning and laughing. They take each others hands and walk toward the building and the entrance.
Both men travel the familiar path, chuckling like two teenagers who were up to no good and enjoying themselves. They enter the locker room and begin to get themselves ready for warm-ups. The boys watch them, skeptical of their “bromance” and closeness with one another. They aren’t exactly one-hundred percent behind them yet.
“Ready to have the best night of your career, Kaner?” the Captain asks.
Patrick leans over to Jonathan and whispers into his ear, “Spank me, and I will!” He gives a reassuring wink to him.
Jonathan winks back. He watches Patrick turn his back purposefully to him and Jonathan, without daring to think of the others watching them, brings his hand back and smacks Patrick firmly on his ass.
Patrick shrieks, but shouts out, “Yeah! Let’s go get the Leafs boys!!” He quickly exits the room with Brandon Saad, Patrick Sharp and a few others. Jonathan follows him, still oogling his friend’s and lover’s ass, exclaiming, “You heard the blondie, let’s kick some ass!”
****
The puck drops at center ice and the game is officially on. It is Phil Kessel-Tyler Bozak-James van Riemsdyk (JVR) vs Patrick Kane-Jonathan Toews-Brandon Saad. Jonathan wins the faceoff, of course, and passes the puck to Patrick, who launches forward. He teases Kessel with it, who isn’t pleased. He rams Patrick into the boards, knocking him off the puck. Brandon covers his teammate, scooping the puck up himself and darts down the side.
Patrick looks up at the wild eyes of Phil Kessel, who is beaming down at him now. “Hey there cutie, just wanted to let you know about my presence being here.”
“No interested, Kess!”
“Oh, how come? Is it the serious Captain...Jonny Boy’s gotcha right?” Kessel sneers. “Tell him that I think you’re such a cutie and that two can play at this game!” The Maple Leaf pushes off.
Patrick struggles to his skates. He isn’t hurt, just a little shaken up by the fact that Phil Kessel is into him. How can this opposing guy also be into him? They aren’t teammates and they only know each other from the Olympics. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone skate up to him.
It is Jonathan.
The older man looks concerned with Patrick’s apparence. “You okay, Kaner?” He holds his hand out and the blond graciously takes it.
“Thanks, Jonny.”
They skate toward the action. Along the way, the centre asks, “What did that son of a bitch want?” He flicks his head to where Kessel is battling with Brandon in the corner. Ooh, cocky Jonny…? The cockiness in Jonathan’s tone turns Patrick on and makes him, honestly, kind of get a boner in his pants. Cocky Jonathan Toews is H-O-T!
Patrick shrugs though, trying not to have the camera people catch on to their act and maintains the facade that they vowed to have. Chicago couldn’t know about their deep seeded love for one another. “Nothing. Kessel’s just tryin’ to get under my skin. Nothin’ I can’t handle though.”
“I won’t let him. If he picks on you again, he’ll have to deal with me!”
Man, Jonathan with his bold, cockiness is really turning Patrick on. It is a wonder that the blond can still manage to keep his control. They launch into action, stimulating the help. Patrick legally cross-checks Kessel, who growls.
“How hot am I now to you?”
“Blistering!”
Patrick steals the puck and quickly stick-handles around the net. He pulls some fancy moves and manages to get the goalie launching forward. Then in a flash, before the goalie can strike, Patrick lifts the puck up to his blade and tips it up and over, into the net. He screams and is ambushed by his teammates in celebration.
Jonathan wraps his arms around his friend. “Atta boy Kanerboo!”
“Showtime, baby!” Patrick shouts. “Wooo!!”
They skate to the bench and receive fist bumps. As Patrick goes by, gleaming, he doesn’t realize that Kessel has come over and “accidentally” brushes by him. The Maple Leaf purposefully touches the Blackhawk inappropriately, putting his hand on Patrick’s crotch. It causes the Blackhawk to pause and look at him.
Jonathan notices the action and bee-lines it straight for Kessel. He steps into his path, blocking his way and confronts him, wearing an angry expression. “What’s your problem Kessel?”
Kessel spits and cross-checks Jonathan, who holds his ground and retaliates. “Kaner’s a hottie!”
“He’s taken.”
“Not for long. I want him.”
“You can’t have him. He’s mine!”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You wanna fight for him?”
“Funny Toes, I know for a fact you don’t fight, but I’d gladly destroy you.”
Jonathan cross-checks him again. Now the refs come over to separate them. “Stay away from Kaner!! Maybe hit it up with Boze or JVR or Phaneuf!”
The Blackhawk Captain breaks from the ref and skates over to Patrick, who is leaning on the railing by the bench. They share a silent communication with one another and hop into the bench. Luckily, things didn’t get too out of hand, so there were no penalties called, much to the dismay and disapproval of the crowd, who “booed” and cat-called Kessel.
“I got your back, Kaner, baby, don’t worry...Kess won’t get near you anymore or I’ll flay his ass on the ice!”
Patrick looks up at his Captain and nods. He cocks an adorable pose. Jonathan winks at him and pats his thigh. “Only you can touch me there, Jonny.”
“Right Kaner, it’s Jonathan Toews’ property, eh?!”
Patrick chuckles. “Right.”
The game continues on. By the end of the first, the Blackhawks are stomping the Leafs with a 4-0 lead. Patrick owns the first goal, while Sharpy, Saader, and Seabs own the next three. The Blackhawks head to the locker room, ignoring Phil Kessel, who is still taunting Patrick with kissing faces and chirps like, “Why don’t you try those lips on me, Kanerboo?”
Jonathan remains with Patrick and reassures him. They ignore the taunts from the Maple Leaf, just as they had during the whole period. At one point, Kris Versteeg got up and leaned over and chirped Kessel back. He told him to “shut his fucking mouth” and “fuck yourself Kess!” among other chirps.
And on the ice, Patrick made sure to stay out of Kessel’s path and stick to other opponents. Kessel would try to get after him, but before he could, Jonathan would come over and protect him or he’d high-tail it for the bench.
Finally safe in the locker room, Patrick grabs Jonathan and buries his head into his Captain’s shoulder. The centre pats him on the back, comfortingly. The others look at them. They know about the secret romance between the two and at first they were against it and a little shocked. But then they got used to it and offered their support. As long as it remained hidden in the locker room and in the bedroom, they were allowed to showcase the homosexual feelings toward one another.
“Kaner, it’s going to be okay. Kess won’t touch you again. I promise. You need to ignore him and get that hat trick!” Jonathan coos, as he strokes his teammate’s hair.
“But...he’s scary Jonny.”
“If you don’t get your ass out there a score goals and get a hat trick, Tazer might not pleasure you later on, Kaner, you want him to satisfy you later, don’t you?” Duncan Keith teases, elbowing Jonathan in the shoulder.
The brunette Captain ignores his defenseman’s blatant attempt to be funny in a not funny way by teasing him and continues to comfort Patrick, stroking his curly blond locks with his fingers. “I will always have your back if he tries anything. The last thing we need is for you to be afraid of a silly little Maple Leaf.”
“You’re right, I’ll try!” Patrick proclaims bravely and pulls back from the comforting embrace of his friend. “Kess can’t get into my head. You’re the love of my life and I know you’ve got my back, Jonny!”
Jonathan nods. “You know it, Kaner. Let’s own this second period boys! And get that “W”!!”
Patrick beams. “Chicago Blackhawks are winners! It’s Showtime, baby!”
Back out on the ice, minutes later, Jonathan Toews faces off with Tyler Bozak again. This time, Bozak wins the draw, but Jonathan, the mighty fine player he is, steals the puck back and sends it to Duncan, who sends it forward, with a nice saucer pass to Patrick.
The blond winger dekes the charging Maple Leaf forward coming toward him - JVR - and crosses the blue line. He spins around the defenseman and sends a sick backhander into the back of the net, over the glove side. Instantly the lamp lights up and “Chelsea Dagger” plays, followed by “Rock You Like A Hurricane.”
He screams and rounds the goal, slamming into the boards. As he looks up, only one player is coming straight for him...Phil Kessel. Behind the Leaf, the Blackhawk can see Jonathan sprawled on the ice. Brandon is with him. The Leaf pins him into the boards and kisses him on the lips. Patrick squirms and tries to shove him off, but Kessel is bigger and his weight is heavy and dominate.
In the background, fans bang on the boards, both angrily and aroused by the sudden action. A few fans yell “Get it Kaner!” and others yell out, “Get the fuck off of Kaner, you bastard!” and other cat-calls. Patrick wails into Kessel’s mouth, but the Leaf sees it as foreplay and bites Patrick’s lip.
Suddenly, Kessel is thrown backward. Jonathan shoves him away. “Get off of my Kanerboo, Kess!”
Patrick scurries over to Brandon, Brent Seabrook, and Duncan. They grab him and comfort him, giving Kessel glares.
“I told you to stay away from him. I won’t hesitate to drop the gloves to defend my teammate!”
The Maple Leaf spits on the ice, as he faces the Blackhawk Captain, who stands his ground, ready for whatever. “He’s not your teammate, Toes! He’s your fucking lover!”
“Shut the fuck up Kess! If I see you making kissy faces or even just oogling my Kanerboo, I will punch your face in so far, you’ll need a certified surgeon just to fix the damage made.”
“And if he doesn’t see you, I will!” Duncan states, folding his arms and gives a “death glare” of sorts to the Leaf.
For the remainder of the game, Kessel finally keeps his distance and leaves Patrick alone, who scores his third goal, getting the hat trick and sealing the Blackhawks win with a score of 7-0. The team celebrates the win and as Patrick Kane heads off the ice with Jonathan Toews close behind him, he glances over to the Maple Leafs bench. The Blackhawk Captain skates to his left side and reaches over with his right hand and places it on his friend’s ass.
And that’s how they leave the ice, Jonathan’s hand firmly placed on Patrick’s ass, directly and purposefully in the vision of Kessel, who snarls.
****
Phil Kessel watches the Blackhawks leave the ice. He gazes at the Captain and his lover, as they showcase their love for one another right in front of his eyes. At first he was just being an ass and trying to get under the skin of the Blackhawks, by targeting their top forward, but after a while, he actually wanted to do more. He wanted to make love to the blond forward.
He couldn’t deny it, he had feelings for the Blackhawk winger and desperately wanted to get into his pants. But Jonathan, the centre and Captain of the team had already claimed him.
Kessel thinks to himself, as the home team exits the rink, minus the few who stay back to chat to the media, “I’ll get that Patrick Kane for myself...and I’ll make him be mine!”
Jonathan pulls up to his familiar spot in the parking lot of the United Center. Patrick is sitting in the passenger seat beside him. The blond man cocks his head to the side and flashes his Captain a small. They both get out and slam the door behind themselves. They lean against the doors briefly, sighing in unison and then before Jonathan can move, Patrick is by his side. The star winger reaches out and grabs his centre’s hand, halting him in place.
Jonathan spins around and slams Patrick against the side of the car. He pins him there and takes his mouth into his own. The blond man allows his brunette friend to have his way and lead. They make out for a few minutes, before they pull back, grinning and laughing. They take each others hands and walk toward the building and the entrance.
Both men travel the familiar path, chuckling like two teenagers who were up to no good and enjoying themselves. They enter the locker room and begin to get themselves ready for warm-ups. The boys watch them, skeptical of their “bromance” and closeness with one another. They aren’t exactly one-hundred percent behind them yet.
“Ready to have the best night of your career, Kaner?” the Captain asks.
Patrick leans over to Jonathan and whispers into his ear, “Spank me, and I will!” He gives a reassuring wink to him.
Jonathan winks back. He watches Patrick turn his back purposefully to him and Jonathan, without daring to think of the others watching them, brings his hand back and smacks Patrick firmly on his ass.
Patrick shrieks, but shouts out, “Yeah! Let’s go get the Leafs boys!!” He quickly exits the room with Brandon Saad, Patrick Sharp and a few others. Jonathan follows him, still oogling his friend’s and lover’s ass, exclaiming, “You heard the blondie, let’s kick some ass!”
****
The puck drops at center ice and the game is officially on. It is Phil Kessel-Tyler Bozak-James van Riemsdyk (JVR) vs Patrick Kane-Jonathan Toews-Brandon Saad. Jonathan wins the faceoff, of course, and passes the puck to Patrick, who launches forward. He teases Kessel with it, who isn’t pleased. He rams Patrick into the boards, knocking him off the puck. Brandon covers his teammate, scooping the puck up himself and darts down the side.
Patrick looks up at the wild eyes of Phil Kessel, who is beaming down at him now. “Hey there cutie, just wanted to let you know about my presence being here.”
“No interested, Kess!”
“Oh, how come? Is it the serious Captain...Jonny Boy’s gotcha right?” Kessel sneers. “Tell him that I think you’re such a cutie and that two can play at this game!” The Maple Leaf pushes off.
Patrick struggles to his skates. He isn’t hurt, just a little shaken up by the fact that Phil Kessel is into him. How can this opposing guy also be into him? They aren’t teammates and they only know each other from the Olympics. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees someone skate up to him.
It is Jonathan.
The older man looks concerned with Patrick’s apparence. “You okay, Kaner?” He holds his hand out and the blond graciously takes it.
“Thanks, Jonny.”
They skate toward the action. Along the way, the centre asks, “What did that son of a bitch want?” He flicks his head to where Kessel is battling with Brandon in the corner. Ooh, cocky Jonny…? The cockiness in Jonathan’s tone turns Patrick on and makes him, honestly, kind of get a boner in his pants. Cocky Jonathan Toews is H-O-T!
Patrick shrugs though, trying not to have the camera people catch on to their act and maintains the facade that they vowed to have. Chicago couldn’t know about their deep seeded love for one another. “Nothing. Kessel’s just tryin’ to get under my skin. Nothin’ I can’t handle though.”
“I won’t let him. If he picks on you again, he’ll have to deal with me!”
Man, Jonathan with his bold, cockiness is really turning Patrick on. It is a wonder that the blond can still manage to keep his control. They launch into action, stimulating the help. Patrick legally cross-checks Kessel, who growls.
“How hot am I now to you?”
“Blistering!”
Patrick steals the puck and quickly stick-handles around the net. He pulls some fancy moves and manages to get the goalie launching forward. Then in a flash, before the goalie can strike, Patrick lifts the puck up to his blade and tips it up and over, into the net. He screams and is ambushed by his teammates in celebration.
Jonathan wraps his arms around his friend. “Atta boy Kanerboo!”
“Showtime, baby!” Patrick shouts. “Wooo!!”
They skate to the bench and receive fist bumps. As Patrick goes by, gleaming, he doesn’t realize that Kessel has come over and “accidentally” brushes by him. The Maple Leaf purposefully touches the Blackhawk inappropriately, putting his hand on Patrick’s crotch. It causes the Blackhawk to pause and look at him.
Jonathan notices the action and bee-lines it straight for Kessel. He steps into his path, blocking his way and confronts him, wearing an angry expression. “What’s your problem Kessel?”
Kessel spits and cross-checks Jonathan, who holds his ground and retaliates. “Kaner’s a hottie!”
“He’s taken.”
“Not for long. I want him.”
“You can’t have him. He’s mine!”
“We’ll see about that.”
“You wanna fight for him?”
“Funny Toes, I know for a fact you don’t fight, but I’d gladly destroy you.”
Jonathan cross-checks him again. Now the refs come over to separate them. “Stay away from Kaner!! Maybe hit it up with Boze or JVR or Phaneuf!”
The Blackhawk Captain breaks from the ref and skates over to Patrick, who is leaning on the railing by the bench. They share a silent communication with one another and hop into the bench. Luckily, things didn’t get too out of hand, so there were no penalties called, much to the dismay and disapproval of the crowd, who “booed” and cat-called Kessel.
“I got your back, Kaner, baby, don’t worry...Kess won’t get near you anymore or I’ll flay his ass on the ice!”
Patrick looks up at his Captain and nods. He cocks an adorable pose. Jonathan winks at him and pats his thigh. “Only you can touch me there, Jonny.”
“Right Kaner, it’s Jonathan Toews’ property, eh?!”
Patrick chuckles. “Right.”
The game continues on. By the end of the first, the Blackhawks are stomping the Leafs with a 4-0 lead. Patrick owns the first goal, while Sharpy, Saader, and Seabs own the next three. The Blackhawks head to the locker room, ignoring Phil Kessel, who is still taunting Patrick with kissing faces and chirps like, “Why don’t you try those lips on me, Kanerboo?”
Jonathan remains with Patrick and reassures him. They ignore the taunts from the Maple Leaf, just as they had during the whole period. At one point, Kris Versteeg got up and leaned over and chirped Kessel back. He told him to “shut his fucking mouth” and “fuck yourself Kess!” among other chirps.
And on the ice, Patrick made sure to stay out of Kessel’s path and stick to other opponents. Kessel would try to get after him, but before he could, Jonathan would come over and protect him or he’d high-tail it for the bench.
Finally safe in the locker room, Patrick grabs Jonathan and buries his head into his Captain’s shoulder. The centre pats him on the back, comfortingly. The others look at them. They know about the secret romance between the two and at first they were against it and a little shocked. But then they got used to it and offered their support. As long as it remained hidden in the locker room and in the bedroom, they were allowed to showcase the homosexual feelings toward one another.
“Kaner, it’s going to be okay. Kess won’t touch you again. I promise. You need to ignore him and get that hat trick!” Jonathan coos, as he strokes his teammate’s hair.
“But...he’s scary Jonny.”
“If you don’t get your ass out there a score goals and get a hat trick, Tazer might not pleasure you later on, Kaner, you want him to satisfy you later, don’t you?” Duncan Keith teases, elbowing Jonathan in the shoulder.
The brunette Captain ignores his defenseman’s blatant attempt to be funny in a not funny way by teasing him and continues to comfort Patrick, stroking his curly blond locks with his fingers. “I will always have your back if he tries anything. The last thing we need is for you to be afraid of a silly little Maple Leaf.”
“You’re right, I’ll try!” Patrick proclaims bravely and pulls back from the comforting embrace of his friend. “Kess can’t get into my head. You’re the love of my life and I know you’ve got my back, Jonny!”
Jonathan nods. “You know it, Kaner. Let’s own this second period boys! And get that “W”!!”
Patrick beams. “Chicago Blackhawks are winners! It’s Showtime, baby!”
Back out on the ice, minutes later, Jonathan Toews faces off with Tyler Bozak again. This time, Bozak wins the draw, but Jonathan, the mighty fine player he is, steals the puck back and sends it to Duncan, who sends it forward, with a nice saucer pass to Patrick.
The blond winger dekes the charging Maple Leaf forward coming toward him - JVR - and crosses the blue line. He spins around the defenseman and sends a sick backhander into the back of the net, over the glove side. Instantly the lamp lights up and “Chelsea Dagger” plays, followed by “Rock You Like A Hurricane.”
He screams and rounds the goal, slamming into the boards. As he looks up, only one player is coming straight for him...Phil Kessel. Behind the Leaf, the Blackhawk can see Jonathan sprawled on the ice. Brandon is with him. The Leaf pins him into the boards and kisses him on the lips. Patrick squirms and tries to shove him off, but Kessel is bigger and his weight is heavy and dominate.
In the background, fans bang on the boards, both angrily and aroused by the sudden action. A few fans yell “Get it Kaner!” and others yell out, “Get the fuck off of Kaner, you bastard!” and other cat-calls. Patrick wails into Kessel’s mouth, but the Leaf sees it as foreplay and bites Patrick’s lip.
Suddenly, Kessel is thrown backward. Jonathan shoves him away. “Get off of my Kanerboo, Kess!”
Patrick scurries over to Brandon, Brent Seabrook, and Duncan. They grab him and comfort him, giving Kessel glares.
“I told you to stay away from him. I won’t hesitate to drop the gloves to defend my teammate!”
The Maple Leaf spits on the ice, as he faces the Blackhawk Captain, who stands his ground, ready for whatever. “He’s not your teammate, Toes! He’s your fucking lover!”
“Shut the fuck up Kess! If I see you making kissy faces or even just oogling my Kanerboo, I will punch your face in so far, you’ll need a certified surgeon just to fix the damage made.”
“And if he doesn’t see you, I will!” Duncan states, folding his arms and gives a “death glare” of sorts to the Leaf.
For the remainder of the game, Kessel finally keeps his distance and leaves Patrick alone, who scores his third goal, getting the hat trick and sealing the Blackhawks win with a score of 7-0. The team celebrates the win and as Patrick Kane heads off the ice with Jonathan Toews close behind him, he glances over to the Maple Leafs bench. The Blackhawk Captain skates to his left side and reaches over with his right hand and places it on his friend’s ass.
And that’s how they leave the ice, Jonathan’s hand firmly placed on Patrick’s ass, directly and purposefully in the vision of Kessel, who snarls.
****
Phil Kessel watches the Blackhawks leave the ice. He gazes at the Captain and his lover, as they showcase their love for one another right in front of his eyes. At first he was just being an ass and trying to get under the skin of the Blackhawks, by targeting their top forward, but after a while, he actually wanted to do more. He wanted to make love to the blond forward.
He couldn’t deny it, he had feelings for the Blackhawk winger and desperately wanted to get into his pants. But Jonathan, the centre and Captain of the team had already claimed him.
Kessel thinks to himself, as the home team exits the rink, minus the few who stay back to chat to the media, “I’ll get that Patrick Kane for myself...and I’ll make him be mine!”
Notes
Bad Kessel. No. Leave Kazer alone. :(
Next up: More Kazer of course and then Kessel is illegal and hurts Kazer...
Not sexy
2/22/15