Hawks Are Meant to Fly

Phil Kessel sits at his house in Toronto. It is a rare off day for him, because the Leafs have three days off and Kessel doesn’t have to go to the practice. He has decided instead to stay and watch Patrick Kane highlights. He is sitting on his couch in his boxer shorts and enjoying his viewing “party.”

He has decided to put on the Blackhawks game when Patrick Kane had a hat trick against his team. Even though he loves his team, the thought of the Blackhawk scoring against him with a dominating grace, just makes him so full of ecstasy. The game has just started on the recording and it is showing the pre-game action.

He can’t help but stare at the blond Blackhawk. As he turns around and the camera accidentally zoomed on his lower body, as he skates by. “Oh Kaner, you magnificent bitch!” It instantly pans back and Patrick skates around, warming up with the puck before the game. Phil is into watching the pregame stuff, because he knows that the camera will pick up Patrick and it is always a treat to see him.

He watches, intriguingly, as the blond taps a puck in his blade, stick-handling professionally. It is almost showoff-y for the viewers. It pleases Phil a lot. “Oh, that stickwork!”

He stands up from the couch, unable to sit still. “Man, this is stuff I could masterbate too.” He knews he’ll have to clean up the mess, but he hasn’t been able to jerk off lately and it would be a nice and pleasure-filled moment. Plus, Patrick is seriously making him want to come. He can feel himself already rock hard. He ultimately decides to and pulls his pants down to his ankles. He strips his shirt off and stands buck naked.

As he kicks his clothes to the side, haphazardly, he secretly hopes that Patrick will give him something good to send him over the edge with. He grabs his penis into his hands and stares at the television screen ahead of him. And he waits, with eager anticipation. “Come on blondie, daddy’s gotta a full load here and he needs your help to release it!”

Sure enough, the camera returns to him, just as he leans against the railing of the bench. He removes his helmet and shakes his curly blond locks. He runs his fingers through his hair and that is enough for Phil.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it...sexy Blackhawk!” He stimulates himself and then releases. Then he lifts his hands up to his chest and begins to touch himself. His hands are slightly soaked in his own cum, but he doesn’t mind. “Patrick Kane, you hot piece of ass! I’m going to fuck you soon! I’ll get my hands on you and make you mine!”

(Go ahead, try to read this during the Leafs-Hawks game with a straight face, I dare you.)

“Speak to me, Kaner, speak, so that I may hear your delectable voice in my ears!” he moans, as he watches Pierre McGuire appear next to Patrick for the familiar pre-game interview. The Blackhawk responds to Pierre and then skates off to the center ice, where the start of the game is about to begin. “Mmmm…yeah.”

The puck drops and Phil decides he’s had enough. He walks into his kitchen. Luckily he has a routine of keeping his house dark and not leaving the blinds open to the windows. If he wants to, he can never wear clothes in his own home. He snatches up a few towels and cleans himself off. Then he returns to the living room and puts his clothes back on.

He cleans the remainder of his mess up and sits back down on the couch to resume watching the game, enjoying every second of it. His cock remains hard in his pants, but he doesn’t feel the need to come anymore.

At the end of the game, he shuts the TV off and sits, contemplating what to do next. He also thinks that he had to find a way of how he can get Patrick for himself. He can blackmail him or trick him or even kidnap him, but how.

Phil spends a long while trying to figure the answer out. He pulls his phone out. He finds Patrick’s number. He’d gotten it during the 2014 Olympics in Sochi. The blond had kept to himself and didn’t seem to be comfortable around Phil. The USA did pretty poorly and Patrick remained invisible. The truth was that he was probably distracted by Phil’s advances. At the time, he only wanted to be friends, but the Maple Leaf had drugged the Blackhawk, by spiking one of his alcoholic drinks. The outcome made him say something like, “I think Phil Kessel is the best player I’ve ever played with.”

But, it was that drunken comment that really changed Phil and made him have feelings for Patrick. He was actually on and off with his feelings, but they’d never been stronger until last night during the game. Now all he can think about is fucking Patrick Kane and screwing him to oblivion.

As his mind reminisces and runs, he taps on Patrick’s contact name and begins to text him with, Hey sexy, just wanted to let you know that I pleasured myself to your cute little hat trick. Jonny’s not the only one who is head-over-heels for you and your talent. Hugs and kisses, Phil Kessel or Kess. He tacks on a smiley face emoji as well and then hits “send.”

Five minutes later, he receives a response with, Fuck you Kess. Leave me alone. I love Jonny.

Phil grins to himself, as he replies with, Gladly. I would love you to fuck me, Kaner! But I’m not going to leave you alone, hot stuff. I love you too much hot, sexy Kanerboo! He adds another emoji. This one with hearts for eyes.

Seconds after that is sent, he gets another text. But this one is from a new contact. It is Jonathan Toews. And he is pissed off. Stop sending Kaner little love texts. He’s mine. Back off.

I would, you see, but my heart’s already longing for him. Also, I already masterbated to him on the TV. So…tough luck Jonny Boy...

Sick bastard! Next time the Hawks meet up with the Leafs, I’m going to slam your face so hard into the boards.

You can try, but maybe I’ll just get to second base with your beloved blondie against the boards!

Touch him again and I swear.

Swear what? Toes, I flayed your ass and managed to get some tongue with your boy toy, I don’t think you’ve got any leverage here. I’ll do what I want and you’ll just have to deal with it.

Fuck you. I’m going to make passionate love with Patrick...hell, maybe I’ll even fuck him silly! He’s MY lover and MY teammate and you can suck your own dick!

The conversation ends there. And Phil develops a wickedly dark idea. It’s such an awesome thing that he has a three day break. It’s long enough to capture Patrick. He wants to make Jonathan jealous so badly. He is going to get his hands on the blond and tease the Chicago Captain. Turns out, the Blackhawks also had a rare three days off and it is almost like fate and a frightening coincidence that both teams are together in the three day break. The universe is screaming at Phil and he is happy to oblige to the thought.

He is going to kidnap Patrick Kane.

Notes

Oh man, dirty, nasty Phil Kessel!! Yuck!! Poor Kanerboo....
Dang, don't tick Jonny off!!


Next up: "Come spend the night with me, Kanerboo!"