One-Shots (2014-2015 Season)
My Kanerboo
Jonathan's POV
My Kanerboo is the best. He is the smartest. The most handsome. The most daring. The riskiest. The most talent. And probably the cutest hockey player I have had the privilege to play with.
As I sat in down in my chair, behind the podium on Friday night, I couldn’t help but be in utter awe of my teammate and my best friend. My teammates all called him Kaner or Peeks or Peekaboo, but I called him, Kanerboo. It was a unique name and no one else could call him that, but me. And I referred to him as “my Kanerboo”, because he was.
My Kanerboo was set up by the evil money-makers of the NHL to go against me. He was an alternate captain for the “home team” of the 2015 All-Star Tournament Weekend. I was the captain of the visiting team. I tried not to show it, mostly because of the media and everyone who could eat it alive, but I never liked going against Patrick.
Patrick was like a brother to me...no he was more. I knew that he was more, but I continued to deny it. I couldn’t accept the fact that I viewed my teammate as someone who was more than a brother or friend. No, Patrick Kane to me, was actually...a lover.
I remembered when I first felt differently about him. It was back in 2013, when he finally matured into a handsome gentleman. Sure he was childish sometimes, like I was, but hey, we were allowed to let loose and have fun. He was such a sweetheart with his charming personality and those golden curls. And those beautiful blue eyes that shimmered under the lights...they were magnificent and no other blue eyes stood out like Kanerboo’s.
He was talking to the media, for the post-game celebration during the Final and the way all the elements gathered together to portray this sweet, innocent blond boy...I completely lost it. I blushed and stuttered my way through my own interview. Patrick, he combed his hair locks with his fingers and it made me so want to run my fingers through the curls and gently lower him down, as I kissed him.
Yeah, I was a romantic.
But at the time, Patrick was just so charming. He chuckled and made these cute poses that just took my breath away. I hadn’t seen him so clearly until now!! But how could I let the media know...they couldn’t. No one could know my feelings for Patrick and I was still masterful in hiding them.
But as the announcer called Patrick Kane to come up and join his captain, I couldn’t help but watch the way his hips swayed rhythmically as he headed to his spot. I was so far gone, that I hadn’t realized that his hand had touched my hair and everyone was chirping about it. Ryan Getzlaf, the Anaheim captain chirped me about my relationship, but I ignored him. I ignored all the noise and focused on...my Kanerboo.
He took his seat, smiling and turned to give me one of those cute looks. I blushed and hid my face, while Drew Doughty came out.
How could I stand this much longer? How could I? I had to let him know. I had to tell Patrick about my feelings for him, but how?
I scratched my head in thought. I tried to distract myself with focusing on the draft. But honestly it was really Ryan and Rick Nash who made most of the decisions. The show carried on and before long, I just had had enough. I got up and walked over to Patrick. I leaned to him and whispered, “I love you, Kanerboo, this won’t tear us apart. I will always be there for you.” But the blond was busy. I saw him flinch and then when I went back to sit down, only then did he turn and look at me. But it was a look of pure bewilderment.
And then, a miracle happened, he cracked a smile and mouthed, “I love you too, Jonny.”
A few moments later, I stopped to chat with him again and he blinked lightly. “It took you long enough to tell me.” I laughed and continued to my seat. I was alive for the rest of the evening. And then the trade happened.
Now I know, I’m the only one who knew Patrick well enough and knew his humor and when he was joking and when he wasn’t, but there was one player I didn’t like hanging around my blond baby. Phil Kessel.
He was bad news. I had drafted him first, knowing that I had to keep him away from Patrick. It wasn’t that they were close or anything...but it was just the American Maple Leafs’ presence and influence. His behavior and his disrespect. I would go so far as to say I hated the man.
Unfortunately, Nick Foligno wanted Kessel and had talked Drew and Patrick into it. And Ryan and Rick were agreeing to let him go. I was torn, but ultimately, we all got up and congregated together between the podiums. I stood next to Patrick, who looked up at me with those shiny blue eyes. I put my arm around him, but he frowned and gave me a look.
“Not here, Jonny,” it seemed to say.
I rubbed my arm and moved a few feet away. And by then a trade was to be announced. I had no control and it wasn’t like I could suddenly scream into the mic and shout, “No!” And then take Patrick and whisk him away into oblivion. I bit back the urge to lean forward, take the mic and screaming “no.”
But then again, maybe I could…
I put my elbow on the table and placed my head in my hand and leaned on it, gazing over at Patrick, who was leaning across. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes just wandered down his body and I was soon just staring at that perfect round butt of his. I sighed and drifted into a daydream.
I saw myself stand up abruptly from my seat, stomp over, grab Patrick, who was shocked and spin him around in my hands. Then I cupped his head and just kissed him. I didn’t care about the chirps or nothing. I kissed him and he slowly relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place. I moaned, as I felt are tongues grinding up against each other. It was romantic and it was a load off.
I pulled back to see him grinning at me. “Come on Kanerboo, let’s blow this joint.”
“Agreed Jonny.” He slapped his hand into mine and I led him off the stage, back to backstage area and out of a door. We walked down a hallway and disappeared.
I sighed rather loudly and soon found myself having eyes trained on me. Patrick’s were wide in shock, as he had turned around to find me gazing right at him. He looked almost pale and sickly...but then he reddened...badly. Foligno, Doughty, Getzlaf and Nash all looked at me with strange expressions.
“Tazer man, why are you oogling your teammate? Or more importantly...the enemy!” Ryan exclaimed, playfully. “I’m not batting my eyelashes at Dewey!”
“Hey, Getzy, stop it already man, save it for the ice!” Drew snapped back.
“Uh, I, uh…” I tried to rack my mind for something. Everyone, even the announcers were looking right at me. I felt so embarrassed and worse, I was dragging Kanerboo into this. “I’m sorry. I just got lost in thought, is all.”
“YOU WERE LOOKING AT PATRICK KANE’S ASS!!” Phil Kessel chirped. “Just admit that he’s a hottie to you and let’s move on!”
I felt it hard to swallow or breathe. I gulped and pushed myself to sit up. I forced myself to look away from Patrick, who was still glancing around awkwardly and still bright red in the face. The poor guy made this even more difficult. I loved Patrick, but I didn’t want to see him like this. I hated seeing him sad in the Olympics and this just made it worse. I was a terrible person.
Phil laughed. And I buried my head in my hands. I just couldn’t take it anymore, I had to come clean. This wasn’t my daydream, but it was pretty close. I had to confess. I slowly lowered my hands and stood up. I grabbed the mic from Ryan, who was still bickering and chirping Drew.
“Alright! I’m madly in love with my teammate, sue me! I love his hair, his smile, his eyes...everything! We may play the best friends card, but each night, when I go home, I can’t stop thinking about him! He’s my world. He’s-he’s…” I broke off, snapping my head to the side to look at him. “He’s my Kanerboo!”
Patrick gasped and threw his hands over his mouth. He jumped to his feet and dropped his hands, smiling. “Really Jonny? You really mean that?”
“I do.”
“I-I love you too Jonny. I do. I can’t stop thinking about you too!!”
I made my way over to him and took his hand into my own. “I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay with you on an enemy team. When you were in Team USA, and I was apart of Team Canada, I dreaded not having you there. You’re my partner-in-crime, Kanerboo.”
Patrick lowered his head and looked up at me with shiny blue eyes.
“And when you were sad after Canada won, it tore my heart in two pieces. I can’t stand to see you so heartbroken, buddy…” I drew his hand up and placed it over my heart. “I don’t care about the media or anything. Let them do what they want, but I’m not hiding behind a facade anymore. I love you Kanerboo and I always will.”
“Oh, kiss me Jonny!”
I did. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He grabbed at my white jersey I wore for the All-Stars, while I cradled his head in my hands and then allowed one of my hands to entangle in his curly blond hair locks.
It was finally happening. Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. was mine.
Again, my Kanerboo is the best. The sweetest, kindest, gentlest. Most maturely handsome bastard I have come to know and I love him like you have no idea.
My Kanerboo is the best. He is the smartest. The most handsome. The most daring. The riskiest. The most talent. And probably the cutest hockey player I have had the privilege to play with.
As I sat in down in my chair, behind the podium on Friday night, I couldn’t help but be in utter awe of my teammate and my best friend. My teammates all called him Kaner or Peeks or Peekaboo, but I called him, Kanerboo. It was a unique name and no one else could call him that, but me. And I referred to him as “my Kanerboo”, because he was.
My Kanerboo was set up by the evil money-makers of the NHL to go against me. He was an alternate captain for the “home team” of the 2015 All-Star Tournament Weekend. I was the captain of the visiting team. I tried not to show it, mostly because of the media and everyone who could eat it alive, but I never liked going against Patrick.
Patrick was like a brother to me...no he was more. I knew that he was more, but I continued to deny it. I couldn’t accept the fact that I viewed my teammate as someone who was more than a brother or friend. No, Patrick Kane to me, was actually...a lover.
I remembered when I first felt differently about him. It was back in 2013, when he finally matured into a handsome gentleman. Sure he was childish sometimes, like I was, but hey, we were allowed to let loose and have fun. He was such a sweetheart with his charming personality and those golden curls. And those beautiful blue eyes that shimmered under the lights...they were magnificent and no other blue eyes stood out like Kanerboo’s.
He was talking to the media, for the post-game celebration during the Final and the way all the elements gathered together to portray this sweet, innocent blond boy...I completely lost it. I blushed and stuttered my way through my own interview. Patrick, he combed his hair locks with his fingers and it made me so want to run my fingers through the curls and gently lower him down, as I kissed him.
Yeah, I was a romantic.
But at the time, Patrick was just so charming. He chuckled and made these cute poses that just took my breath away. I hadn’t seen him so clearly until now!! But how could I let the media know...they couldn’t. No one could know my feelings for Patrick and I was still masterful in hiding them.
But as the announcer called Patrick Kane to come up and join his captain, I couldn’t help but watch the way his hips swayed rhythmically as he headed to his spot. I was so far gone, that I hadn’t realized that his hand had touched my hair and everyone was chirping about it. Ryan Getzlaf, the Anaheim captain chirped me about my relationship, but I ignored him. I ignored all the noise and focused on...my Kanerboo.
He took his seat, smiling and turned to give me one of those cute looks. I blushed and hid my face, while Drew Doughty came out.
How could I stand this much longer? How could I? I had to let him know. I had to tell Patrick about my feelings for him, but how?
I scratched my head in thought. I tried to distract myself with focusing on the draft. But honestly it was really Ryan and Rick Nash who made most of the decisions. The show carried on and before long, I just had had enough. I got up and walked over to Patrick. I leaned to him and whispered, “I love you, Kanerboo, this won’t tear us apart. I will always be there for you.” But the blond was busy. I saw him flinch and then when I went back to sit down, only then did he turn and look at me. But it was a look of pure bewilderment.
And then, a miracle happened, he cracked a smile and mouthed, “I love you too, Jonny.”
A few moments later, I stopped to chat with him again and he blinked lightly. “It took you long enough to tell me.” I laughed and continued to my seat. I was alive for the rest of the evening. And then the trade happened.
Now I know, I’m the only one who knew Patrick well enough and knew his humor and when he was joking and when he wasn’t, but there was one player I didn’t like hanging around my blond baby. Phil Kessel.
He was bad news. I had drafted him first, knowing that I had to keep him away from Patrick. It wasn’t that they were close or anything...but it was just the American Maple Leafs’ presence and influence. His behavior and his disrespect. I would go so far as to say I hated the man.
Unfortunately, Nick Foligno wanted Kessel and had talked Drew and Patrick into it. And Ryan and Rick were agreeing to let him go. I was torn, but ultimately, we all got up and congregated together between the podiums. I stood next to Patrick, who looked up at me with those shiny blue eyes. I put my arm around him, but he frowned and gave me a look.
“Not here, Jonny,” it seemed to say.
I rubbed my arm and moved a few feet away. And by then a trade was to be announced. I had no control and it wasn’t like I could suddenly scream into the mic and shout, “No!” And then take Patrick and whisk him away into oblivion. I bit back the urge to lean forward, take the mic and screaming “no.”
But then again, maybe I could…
I put my elbow on the table and placed my head in my hand and leaned on it, gazing over at Patrick, who was leaning across. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes just wandered down his body and I was soon just staring at that perfect round butt of his. I sighed and drifted into a daydream.
I saw myself stand up abruptly from my seat, stomp over, grab Patrick, who was shocked and spin him around in my hands. Then I cupped his head and just kissed him. I didn’t care about the chirps or nothing. I kissed him and he slowly relaxed and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in place. I moaned, as I felt are tongues grinding up against each other. It was romantic and it was a load off.
I pulled back to see him grinning at me. “Come on Kanerboo, let’s blow this joint.”
“Agreed Jonny.” He slapped his hand into mine and I led him off the stage, back to backstage area and out of a door. We walked down a hallway and disappeared.
I sighed rather loudly and soon found myself having eyes trained on me. Patrick’s were wide in shock, as he had turned around to find me gazing right at him. He looked almost pale and sickly...but then he reddened...badly. Foligno, Doughty, Getzlaf and Nash all looked at me with strange expressions.
“Tazer man, why are you oogling your teammate? Or more importantly...the enemy!” Ryan exclaimed, playfully. “I’m not batting my eyelashes at Dewey!”
“Hey, Getzy, stop it already man, save it for the ice!” Drew snapped back.
“Uh, I, uh…” I tried to rack my mind for something. Everyone, even the announcers were looking right at me. I felt so embarrassed and worse, I was dragging Kanerboo into this. “I’m sorry. I just got lost in thought, is all.”
“YOU WERE LOOKING AT PATRICK KANE’S ASS!!” Phil Kessel chirped. “Just admit that he’s a hottie to you and let’s move on!”
I felt it hard to swallow or breathe. I gulped and pushed myself to sit up. I forced myself to look away from Patrick, who was still glancing around awkwardly and still bright red in the face. The poor guy made this even more difficult. I loved Patrick, but I didn’t want to see him like this. I hated seeing him sad in the Olympics and this just made it worse. I was a terrible person.
Phil laughed. And I buried my head in my hands. I just couldn’t take it anymore, I had to come clean. This wasn’t my daydream, but it was pretty close. I had to confess. I slowly lowered my hands and stood up. I grabbed the mic from Ryan, who was still bickering and chirping Drew.
“Alright! I’m madly in love with my teammate, sue me! I love his hair, his smile, his eyes...everything! We may play the best friends card, but each night, when I go home, I can’t stop thinking about him! He’s my world. He’s-he’s…” I broke off, snapping my head to the side to look at him. “He’s my Kanerboo!”
Patrick gasped and threw his hands over his mouth. He jumped to his feet and dropped his hands, smiling. “Really Jonny? You really mean that?”
“I do.”
“I-I love you too Jonny. I do. I can’t stop thinking about you too!!”
I made my way over to him and took his hand into my own. “I can’t keep pretending like I’m okay with you on an enemy team. When you were in Team USA, and I was apart of Team Canada, I dreaded not having you there. You’re my partner-in-crime, Kanerboo.”
Patrick lowered his head and looked up at me with shiny blue eyes.
“And when you were sad after Canada won, it tore my heart in two pieces. I can’t stand to see you so heartbroken, buddy…” I drew his hand up and placed it over my heart. “I don’t care about the media or anything. Let them do what they want, but I’m not hiding behind a facade anymore. I love you Kanerboo and I always will.”
“Oh, kiss me Jonny!”
I did. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He grabbed at my white jersey I wore for the All-Stars, while I cradled his head in my hands and then allowed one of my hands to entangle in his curly blond hair locks.
It was finally happening. Patrick Timothy Kane Jr. was mine.
Again, my Kanerboo is the best. The sweetest, kindest, gentlest. Most maturely handsome bastard I have come to know and I love him like you have no idea.
Notes
AWWWWWWWWW!!!! I can't help it, this was totally me last night during the Draft. I so wanted Jonny to just break down and take Kaner and get the f out of there. I don't like them going against each other, they can do it in practice sure, but when they aren't on the same team, it's just not the same...it's horrible. And it makes Kanerboo said. It does.
Okay, okay, I'll do maybe a Bacon or Bennguin one-shot next....I don't know, these are all just random ideas I get.
Poor Kazer...
Oh and I'm going to officially say that the reason the mic never worked for Kaner, was because Kessel broke it. When the camera went away from them, I know Kess hurt Kaner somehow. Not cool. Stammer's watching though and he made sure to tell the media, who got on Kaner. At one point Kaner looked upset and it was probably Kessel-related. XP That's my story and I'm sticking to it...either that or Kaleta struck. XPP
These will run until the start of next season. So I'm thinking until the week before Pre-Season in September. I might get something from a dream or on Tumblr or from the Blackhawks Convention... ;)
6/27/15