Oops!

Jonathan Toews was a happy man. A two-time Stanley Cup Champion, he had lived a more fulfilling life than most people will ever. Good looks ensured that he'd have someone in bed with him every night. Tonight, however, was different. He'd finally succeeded in getting the "one" in bed with him. He'd wanted this person for years, and earlier they had ravished each other. Now Jonathan laid there, wide awake, while the person next to him cuddled happily into him, sleeping. Thinking about love, and hockey, he was about to fall asleep when he heard a crash in his living room. He jumped up to investigate.

James loved his job. Killing people was quite riveting. The rush he got from doing it was like nothing else. He was also too smart to get caught, so he could fulfill his urges, without dealing with the police. Tonight, however, was different. A lifelong 'Hawks fan, he had been disappointed when he had gotten news of tonight's work. Jonathan Toews had always seemed like an ok person, but he could see how he could piss the wrong person off, so he had went along with it.

Arriving at the door to the apartment, with his partner Earl, he felt guilty. Most of the people he killed had deserved this, but something about this told him it was wrong. When he tried to voice his concern to Earl, he promptly told him to shut up, and do his job. Opening the door to Toews' apartment, he walked in, and that's when the shit hit the fan. James started to turn back to leave when Earl grabbed him; causing there to be a quiet skirmish in which James pulled out his gun, and shot Earl straight in the face, splattering the wall with blood. James did not anticipate Earl's falling body, which hit the table and crashed to the floor.
"What the fuck!"
James turns and sees a half-naked Toews standing there, and in dull stupor only responds with an
"Oops!"
Toews rushes at him, until he sees James point a gun at him.
"Don't scream, or try anything stupid," James explains, "or I'll shoot you like my "friend here".
The only response that gets is Toews' underwear turning from white to yellow.
And that's when a naked Patrick Kane walks out of the room.

Notes

This is my first time writing like this, so I would enjoy some feedback, and thank you for your time.