The Ice Prince and The Snow Queen

Patrick Kane was furious. No, beyond furious…if he could be. Jonathan Toews was cheating on him. He stormed into the United Center and into the locker room, clenching his fist with fury. “Jonathan Bryan Toews, what the hell is wrong with you?” He demanded in a hissing voice.

Jonathan looked up from lacing his skates. He was bewildered at his friend’s sudden anger. “Kaner, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jonny! I saw you!”

“What?”

“I SAW YOU WITH HER! WHO IS SHE?”

Jonathan stood up. He grabbed Patrick’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Who is she?”

“The woman! I swear you’re cheating on me Jonny…she’s more than a fan or a friend! Who is SHE?”

“Kaner calm down. It was nothing. I just…she struck up a conversation with me at the fan meet and greet. I was simply being nice and conversing with her.”

Patrick shoved Jonathan’s hands away from him and put his own hands on his hips. “Why would you want to start a conversation with her?”

“Just to be friendly.”

“Why?”

“To follow conversational rules.”

“Why?”

“God Kaner, not to be mean to her.”

“Why on earth not? What is she to you?”

“Nothing, Peeks. I promise. Absolutely nothing,” Jonathan was exasperated now, growing tired of this discussion.

“Then why talk to her at all?”

“Kaner, what’s it with you?” Jonathan reached out to touch his face.

Feeling Jonathan's soft caressing touch made Patrick's anger slowly pass. He sighed, “I don't know, Jon. It just bothered me so much.” He threw his arms around Jonathan and clung to him. The captain hugged him back, hard, not caring about the people who were just leaving the locker room and who looked at the two men with undisguised curiosity.

“Jonny,” he softly said, “You have to learn to control it. I don’t like you looking at other girls like that…or spending so much time with them…”

“I couldn't. It was driving me mad. You and this - I couldn't control myself.” Jonathan whispered close to Patrick's ear. “Kaner,” his voice grew intense. “You have to keep your jealousy in reign. I cannot always be with you. I will be on different lines, shopping, in the library - whatever. You cannot control me or my life at all times, I will not let you do that. Love is not about control, it's about trust - Do you trust me, Patrick?”

Patrick remained silent; he was too confused to answer that question now.

“You do trust me, don't you?” Jonathan asked again, urgently.

Still no answer.

Jonathan broke off from their embrace and said, “If you don't trust me, Peeks, what is there - ?” He couldn't go on. He stared at his best friend, waiting for an answer and when none came, he turned and walked away from him.

“Jonny, don't—“ Patrick started after him, a look of panic on his face, but Jonathan didn't stop or turn around. He vanished out of the locker room, heading toward the ice.

****

It was heartbreaking to leave Patrick standing there, to leave him behind, alone, in this state, but Jonathan felt that it had to be done. Because there had been signs before this evening that Patrick was giving him a chance to explain.

Up to now it had been quite charming, the way Patrick squirmed his way into every conversation. And Jonathan had hardly batted an eyelid when the blond had put his arm around his shoulders in a possessive way once when they were in a meeting.

But this - manhandling him like a sack of potatoes. Humiliating him, again, in front others. It had been too much. And if Patrick wasn't able to trust him - There was absolutely no reason for him to act that way. He could be sure of Jonathan. At least he thought. He wasn’t exactly cheating on him, just curiously making a friend.

If Patrick was going to continue to be clingy and annoy him, he’d have no choice but to break it off with him. As much as that would hurt him. He didn’t want to hurt Patrick either…or his team, but he couldn’t continue on as if everything was all right, when it clearly wasn’t.

Patrick Kane, who was the most fascinating man ever to have crossed Jonathan Toews' path. The man who made him laugh, who could break into a giggling fit like a schoolboy. The man whose brain he loved just as much as he loved his beautiful body.

But by God, he could be so infuriating.

And Patrick was wrong, Jonathan thought. He had to get this through to him, he just had to.

He knew that he definitely wanted more of his annoying arrogance, his smugness, this way he had to put people in their place. Just like this afternoon. But he didn't want Patrick Kane to behave like a lovesick puppy.

****

Patrick watched Jonathan walk away from him and felt a searing pain in his heart. Of course he knew what the problem was. Theoretically. He had been consulting all the relevant websites, he knew the definition of it by heart: 'Jealousy is the feeling of anger or bitterness which someone has when they think that another person is trying to take a lover, or a friend, or a possession, away from them'.

Knowing that didn't help, though.

He knew that it was part of the package you get when you love, but nothing had prepared him for the onslaught of feelings he had to endure when he saw Jonathan with this pretty young woman. Patrick had lost his coolness, his superiority, his smugness. He had acted like a fool.

Of course, it was because he loved so much. And it hadn't helped him then that he knew he was loved. With all Jonathan's heart.

Patrick started running after Jonathan, but he was gone. He turned around with hanging shoulders and slowly walked back to the inn.

He entered the deserted room adjacent to the Blackhawks’ locker room and sat down in a leather chair, deliberately facing the blank black screen of the TV, where his own reflection was, gazing back at him. The reflection of himself, who clearly felt uncomfortable in his presence. He glowered at himself and then looked away. He rather liked that. He got out his phone and started fiddling with it.

As he did, he slowly realized how wrong he was. Jonathan had been right. He had to go apologize. He couldn’t’ chance losing the love of his life to some fangirl actress.

****

Jonathan decided that he deserved something to calm his nerves so he walked down the tunnel to the rink. He opened the latch to the door and zoomed onto the ice. He took a few laps around, easily striding so that he didn’t have to think too much. He needed to collect his thoughts and more importantly he needed to give Patrick time to sort out his.

Being with Patrick had taught him one thing: that most of the time best of all was to give him time to figure out a problem on his own.

He finished skating around and then headed back to the deserted locker room and quickly removed all of his equipment, including his skates.


It was late, when Jonathan finally came back to their room at his place. It was on the top floor overlooking the car park. When he opened the door he saw Patrick Kane standing at the half-open window. The room was quite warm so Patrick had partly unbuttoned his shirt, which allowed Jonathan to see glimpses of his pale, lean chest.

“Jonathan!” Patrick's eyes lit up when he saw him. Jonathan held up a hand to stop him from coming to him. Patrick frowned.

Jonathan had stopped him because he wanted to stay alone, right where he was, close to the door until the matter was settled. He knew he would be defenseless should Patrick come closer to him. Patrick had that effect on him and by God he knew it.

The silence was full of tension.

“Patrick, listen to me,” Jonathan finally said. “Your behavior in the lobby was absolutely out of order.” Again, he thought, but he didn't voice this sentiment. Patrick seemed to have picked it up though because he looked rueful.

“I'm flattered and honored and proud that you feel so protective towards me, but not everybody who talks to me or who I choose to talk to is a potential rival. In fact nobody is.”

Again Patrick reacted to this and a smile flickered across his face.

“I want you to know that I trust you. And that you can trust me. Because you are my life. Because I love you. Because I would never hurt you. I have absolutely no interest in anybody else. In no other man and certainly in no woman.” His voice was urgent. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes, I do,” Patrick answered. His face was serious and his eyes glittered in the dim light.

“Do you trust me?” Jonathan demanded again, hoping for an answer this time.

“With all my heart.” Patrick replied.

Relief flooded through Jonathan and he closed his eyes for a moment.

So far Patrick had respected Jonathan's wish to keep a distance between them, but now he moved closer. He slowly walked up to him, his shirt falling open, revealing his naked torso. Patrick noticed it and couldn't help but grin mischievously. He positioned himself right in front of Jonathan.

“Jonathan, I know,” he said. “You told her you love me. I should know that.” Patrick looked enquiringly at Jonathan, waiting for his reaction.

“Because it's true,” Jonathan simply said and that made Patrick extremely happy and proud because for once Jonathan had indeed not cared about the opinion of others.

There was one more thing, though that Patrick wanted to get off his chest.
“When you were gone I had time to think about my problem. And I think I found an answer for it that I can absolutely live with.”

“Right, what kind of answer?” Jonathan looked at him, curiously.

“It's quite obvious when you start thinking about it.” Patrick paused for effect.

“Tell me.”

“Well, I figured out that why for heaven's sake should you be interested in anybody else,” he paused, “if you can have me?”

Jonathan guffawed, the tension of the evening draining away from him. Patrick's face fairly lit up when he smiled.

After a moment Patrick took a few more steps towards Jonathan forcing him to back up against the door. He locked eyes with him and said, “You gave me such a fright when you walked away. Don't do that again.”

“I promise Kaner, she means nothing, you’re my “boo”...honestly.”

Patrick's eyes never left Jonathan's when he started to caress his shoulders, his chest, his arms. Up and down. Moving slowly, tenderly. His fingers moved further down towards Jonathan's hips, tilting them towards his own. Patrick nipped at his lips, pressed his mouth on Jonathan's, slipping in his tongue, kissing him and Jonathan kissed him back. He moaned and moved against Patrick's hips.

They moved together. Slowly. Exhaled, inhaled, gasped and found that their breathing was in perfect harmony.

Just like their hearts.

Notes

I'm apologizing in advance for the ending to this. It went way off the original outline I had for it and honestly, I cared about this and it was exciting at first to do, but I really don't care about it anymore and I got bored with it.
So I ended it.
I'm really sorry for how crappy it ended up being and if I get sparked later on, I'll certainly return and fix it up, but for now, this is over and it is what it is. I hope you all will forgive me. :P