Patrick Kane walked over to the wall and leaned against it, sighing heavily. He tilted his head up to look skyward, peering at the sunny blue sky through the glass ceiling above. He was at the local Chicago mall with his sisters, taking them all on the yearly traditional shopping spree. They were all in Victoria’s Secret, leaving him alone to be with his thoughts.

He closed his eyes, as he leaned against the wall, waiting for his sisters to finish up. He began to think about the game the next day and then his mind went straight to Jonathan. He always ended up thinking about Jonathan.

He smiled to himself.

Jonathan was his best friend on the team and in life. He had been there with him since the beginning. They’d started their careers in Chicago around the same time and they’d been together since joining the NHL. Both had been drafted in the first round and were equally talented. They’d been placed on the same line together and they never looked back.

Jonathan was soon named as the Captain and Patrick couldn’t be happier or prouder for the man he called his best friend.

And yet, recently, Patrick had begun to see Jonathan as more than a friend...he was almost… sexy. The way he moved on the ice, moving his hips in a rhythmic manner, as he skillfully and professionally carried the puck. It never happened until recently, but the movement turned him on.

He raised his hands up and clasped them in front of him at an angle and was about to place them over his heart, when he heard a familiar voice cut into his thoughts of Jonathan.

“Peeks!” the voice cried out in greeting.

Patrick snapped his head down and blinked his eyes open. He smiled, excitedly as he saw who the voice belonged to. It was his Captain and the man he’d been daydreaming about. He was here at the mall. He was waving, with a goofy Jonathan Toews type grin on his face. And he was wearing a sexy outfit too. It was a light gray dress shirt which had four buttons left unbuttoned at the collar and pair of jeans. Chest showed underneath, where the shirt was left unbuttoned in its sexy way.

The brunette man stepped off of the escalator and walked over, his hips swaying in a trancing motion that mesmerized Patrick and made him blush a little bit. “Uh, Kaner?”

“Hey Jonny, what are you doing?” The blond nervously looked away, trying to conceal the blush as best as possible.

“Doing some shopping for my family. You know how it is.”

“Oh yeah.”

They both laughed some.

“What are you doing here?”

“Shopping spree with the sisters.”

“Oh.” Jonathan looked at his feet awkwardly.

Patrick unclasped his hands and put one on Jonathan’s shoulder, shuddering at the feeling underneath his hand. Oh, how he wanted to lean against those muscles and snuggle against them. It was difficult enough not to lose it.

“So, uh the game tomorrow…?” Patrick tried to say.

“Yes, it is true, Q wants us to be reunited on the same line for a spark.”

“Just making sure. I love you Jonny.” Patrick immediately slapped his hands over his mouth in shock. Had he really just said that? He noticed Jonathan looking at him bizarrely. He brown eyes twinkled in the neon light of the mall and it made Patrick’s heart race in his chest.

“Uh, I love you too, Kaner, but we’re just friends...you know that. Right?”

“But we could be more Jonny,” Patrick blurted out again, unable to hide his feelings anymore. He wanted Jonathan to know and he wanted so desperately to be apart of the Captain’s private world. Even more than friends. Lovers.

“Kaner, we can’t.”

“Why? Because of the fucking rules?”

“It’s just not the right time. And if we were to become lovers, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” Jonathan combed a hand through Patrick’s blond curls, making him blush again and let out a soft squeaking noise. “I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to take you close to me,” he wrapped his hand around Patrick’s waist pulling him off the wall and closer to him, “and the urge to hold you to me, as I press my lips firmly to yours.” His hand grabbed Patrick’s ass and pushed him closer still.

“Uh,” Patrick stammered, only able to get that word or noise out.

Jonathan craned his head forward and took Patrick’s lips into his own. “See?” He began to make out with Patrick in the mall, starting out as a simple romantic moment, until Patrick played along and Jonathan slammed him against the wall, gripped tightly to the blond’s wrist. He pinned him there, refusing to back off and stop.

And to be honest, Patrick didn’t want him to leave. Ever.

Notes

Okay, I promise it won't be all Kazer, but I found this image a few days ago, decided to add some additions to the image and well, now I have a story off of that. :)
Hope you like this little tale. Aren't the two of them just so utterly adorable????
<3 Kazer <3