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svmadelyn:
tayvzs:
captainfantoewstic:
captainfantoewstic:
Translation: “I like to watch tape from 2010 and cry myself to sleep”
#is it me or does this sound slightly passive agressive
It is absolutely passive aggressive. Absolutely.
Can’t even blame him tbh
You know you got problems when American Diplomat!Patrick Kane is throwing what his equivalent of shade is.
After the interview Kaner’s quiet and a little rougher than usual with his gear. He shoves stuff into his bag, jamming it a few times when things snag on the zipper, and getting even more frustrated when that happens. The guys don’t bother inviting him out for a consolation drink. Sharpy files past and gives him a hard clap on the shoulder before following everyone out. He gives Jonny a look before he goes.
Jonny’s ready, bag slung over his shoulder, waiting for Kaner to get his coat on.
"What?" Kaner says, eyes narrowing when he looks up and sees Jonny watching him. Jonny shrugs a shoulder.
"Ready?" he asks.
Kaner doesn’t reply, just shoulders past him and out of the locker room. Jonny rolls his eyes at Kaner’s back and follows.
"I’ll drive," Jonny says when they get to the car, taking the keys from Kaner’s loose grip before he can react.
"Don’t fucking-" Kaner stops, sighs, puts his empty hands in his pockets. "Whatever. Fine."
The music on the drive home is whatever mix Kaner was listening to on the way to the rink, a mix of hip hop and upbeat love songs; Jonny wants to laugh at how awkward it is to be listening to this while Kaner’s creating tense silence between them, but tonight he’s trying to be good so he keeps quiet. At a red light he lets himself turn away to the window and smirk a little when Ariana Grande comes on.
Jonny drives them back to Kaner’s instead of his place, wanting Kaner to be on his home turf tonight. He follows behind Kaner, and ducks his head a little, looks down at the floor in the elevator instead of meeting Kaner’s eyes.
They get into Kaner’s apartment and put their gear away. Kaner gets a couple of Gatorades and goes into the living room to collapse on the couch and turn the t.v. on. Jonny goes into the bedroom to fetch something and then follows him.
Kaner’s gaze stays on the t.v. when he enters. Jonny fights the urge to snort; he’s still trying to be good.
He puts the large pillow on the floor in between Kaner’s legs and settles himself on his knees on it, holds his hands behind him, keeps his back straight and his eyes down for a moment, long enough to make sure Kaner’s looking at him - and the sharp sound of Kaner’s inhale above him makes him pretty sure that he is - and then he folds himself down to rest his chin on the couch cushion, his cheek pressed against Kaner’s knee.
"Jonny," Kaner says.
Jonny stays quiet, keeps his gaze down. But he shifts a little closer, tilting his face up, asking.
It takes a moment, but then Jonny feels Kaner’s hand on his skin, his knuckles brushing gently across his cheek. Jonny closes his eyes then, and relaxes into Kaner’s hands on him, warm palm on his scalp, fingers running through his short hair. It’s an awkward position but he’s used to it, and his body won’t complain too much the next day if it’s only for an hour or two. That’ll be long enough for Kaner to relax and take him to bed.
After awhile Kaner’s hands slow; it’s only then that Jonny realizes he feels like melted syrup. His back and knees feel uncomfortable but it’s so secondary to the feeling of Kaner taking care of him, of Jonny taking care of Kaner, that he doesn’t spare more than a second of thought to it. But Kaner’s stopped, and Jonny wants to know why. He wants to whine, complain, look up at Kaner and blink slowly at him until he gives in and keeps touching Jonny.
"I can’t say no when you do that," Kaner’s said, multiple times. Jonny knows. It’s why he keeps doing it.
But tonight is about Kaner, Jonny thinks sleepily, reminding himself. He makes himself subsist. A few minutes go by and Jonny’s relaxing into it again; Kaner’s hands just resting on his head feel good, too, warm and possessive.
"Alright," Kaner finally says, his voice soft but still startling after the long stretch of silence. "Bedtime, buddy."
Jonny stays where he is until Kaner shifts and lifts him up a bit, bending down to loop an arm around Jonny’s waist.
"Lazy asshole," Kaner mutters. Jonny lets his head loll onto Kaner’s shoulder and smirks a little, finally deigns to use his legs and get to his feet.
"C’mon," Kaner says, taking Jonny’s hand and leading him to the bedroom. They turn into the bathroom, Jonny sitting down on the closed lid to watch Kaner get ready for bed.
"Oh, for-" Kaner takes Jonny’s toothbrush, puts toothpaste on it, then hands it to him.
Jonny looks at it, then blinks up at Kaner, just to mess with him.
"Dude," Kaner starts, and then Jonny smiles and takes it from him.
"Thank you," he says, sincerely, still looking up at Kaner.
Kaner huffs and goes back to brushing his teeth.
They climb into bed afterwards. Jonny doesn’t hesitate to move close, worming his way underneath Kaner’s arm to rest halfway on top of Kaner’s body, his face pressing into Kaner’s neck.
"Yeah, just make yourself at home," Kaner says above him, probably rolling his eyes.
"Thank you," Jonny says, meaning it, and smiles a little at the catch in Kaner’s breath he hears.
It takes a little while for Kaner to relax. Gradually he starts to stroke Jonny’s back, pull him in closer. Jonny waits until Kaner’s breathing starts to even out.
"You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff in public," he finally says, soft, murmuring into Kaner’s chest. Kaner’s hand pauses on the small of Jonny’s back for a moment.
Then: “I know,” Kaner says. His hand starts moving again, palm making broad strokes of warmth up and down Jonny’s back. Jonny lets himself relax into it then, closing his eyes in contentment. They fall asleep tangled up in each other. In the morning Kaner’s awake and watching him when Jonny opens his eyes.
"What’s up, Edward?" Jonny greets, yawning.
Kaner puts his hand on the back of Jonny’s neck. Jonny immediately stills, attentive.
"Thanks," Kaner says. His eyes are very blue in the morning light.
"Oh, yeah, It was real rough falling asleep on you twice last night. You’d better be thanking me, your knees are bony as hell." Jonny says dryly. He smiles crookedly at Kaner a moment later. "I’m just kiddin’. They’re not so bad."
Kaner grins back at him.
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svmadelyn:
tayvzs:
captainfantoewstic:
captainfantoewstic:
Translation: “I like to watch tape from 2010 and cry myself to sleep”
#is it me or does this sound slightly passive agressive
It is absolutely passive aggressive. Absolutely.
Can’t even blame him tbh
You know you got problems when American Diplomat!Patrick Kane is throwing what his equivalent of shade is.
After the interview Kaner’s quiet and a little rougher than usual with his gear. He shoves stuff into his bag, jamming it a few times when things snag on the zipper, and getting even more frustrated when that happens. The guys don’t bother inviting him out for a consolation drink. Sharpy files past and gives him a hard clap on the shoulder before following everyone out. He gives Jonny a look before he goes.
Jonny’s ready, bag slung over his shoulder, waiting for Kaner to get his coat on.
"What?" Kaner says, eyes narrowing when he looks up and sees Jonny watching him. Jonny shrugs a shoulder.
"Ready?" he asks.
Kaner doesn’t reply, just shoulders past him and out of the locker room. Jonny rolls his eyes at Kaner’s back and follows.
"I’ll drive," Jonny says when they get to the car, taking the keys from Kaner’s loose grip before he can react.
"Don’t fucking-" Kaner stops, sighs, puts his empty hands in his pockets. "Whatever. Fine."
The music on the drive home is whatever mix Kaner was listening to on the way to the rink, a mix of hip hop and upbeat love songs; Jonny wants to laugh at how awkward it is to be listening to this while Kaner’s creating tense silence between them, but tonight he’s trying to be good so he keeps quiet. At a red light he lets himself turn away to the window and smirk a little when Ariana Grande comes on.
Jonny drives them back to Kaner’s instead of his place, wanting Kaner to be on his home turf tonight. He follows behind Kaner, and ducks his head a little, looks down at the floor in the elevator instead of meeting Kaner’s eyes.
They get into Kaner’s apartment and put their gear away. Kaner gets a couple of Gatorades and goes into the living room to collapse on the couch and turn the t.v. on. Jonny goes into the bedroom to fetch something and then follows him.
Kaner’s gaze stays on the t.v. when he enters. Jonny fights the urge to snort; he’s still trying to be good.
He puts the large pillow on the floor in between Kaner’s legs and settles himself on his knees on it, holds his hands behind him, keeps his back straight and his eyes down for a moment, long enough to make sure Kaner’s looking at him - and the sharp sound of Kaner’s inhale above him makes him pretty sure that he is - and then he folds himself down to rest his chin on the couch cushion, his cheek pressed against Kaner’s knee.
"Jonny," Kaner says.
Jonny stays quiet, keeps his gaze down. But he shifts a little closer, tilting his face up, asking.
It takes a moment, but then Jonny feels Kaner’s hand on his skin, his knuckles brushing gently across his cheek. Jonny closes his eyes then, and relaxes into Kaner’s hands on him, warm palm on his scalp, fingers running through his short hair. It’s an awkward position but he’s used to it, and his body won’t complain too much the next day if it’s only for an hour or two. That’ll be long enough for Kaner to relax and take him to bed.
After awhile Kaner’s hands slow; it’s only then that Jonny realizes he feels like melted syrup. His back and knees feel uncomfortable but it’s so secondary to the feeling of Kaner taking care of him, of Jonny taking care of Kaner, that he doesn’t spare more than a second of thought to it. But Kaner’s stopped, and Jonny wants to know why. He wants to whine, complain, look up at Kaner and blink slowly at him until he gives in and keeps touching Jonny.
"I can’t say no when you do that," Kaner’s said, multiple times. Jonny knows. It’s why he keeps doing it.
But tonight is about Kaner, Jonny thinks sleepily, reminding himself. He makes himself subsist. A few minutes go by and Jonny’s relaxing into it again; Kaner’s hands just resting on his head feel good, too, warm and possessive.
"Alright," Kaner finally says, his voice soft but still startling after the long stretch of silence. "Bedtime, buddy."
Jonny stays where he is until Kaner shifts and lifts him up a bit, bending down to loop an arm around Jonny’s waist.
"Lazy asshole," Kaner mutters. Jonny lets his head loll onto Kaner’s shoulder and smirks a little, finally deigns to use his legs and get to his feet.
"C’mon," Kaner says, taking Jonny’s hand and leading him to the bedroom. They turn into the bathroom, Jonny sitting down on the closed lid to watch Kaner get ready for bed.
"Oh, for-" Kaner takes Jonny’s toothbrush, puts toothpaste on it, then hands it to him.
Jonny looks at it, then blinks up at Kaner, just to mess with him.
"Dude," Kaner starts, and then Jonny smiles and takes it from him.
"Thank you," he says, sincerely, still looking up at Kaner.
Kaner huffs and goes back to brushing his teeth.
They climb into bed afterwards. Jonny doesn’t hesitate to move close, worming his way underneath Kaner’s arm to rest halfway on top of Kaner’s body, his face pressing into Kaner’s neck.
"Yeah, just make yourself at home," Kaner says above him, probably rolling his eyes.
"Thank you," Jonny says, meaning it, and smiles a little at the catch in Kaner’s breath he hears.
It takes a little while for Kaner to relax. Gradually he starts to stroke Jonny’s back, pull him in closer. Jonny waits until Kaner’s breathing starts to even out.
"You shouldn’t say that kind of stuff in public," he finally says, soft, murmuring into Kaner’s chest. Kaner’s hand pauses on the small of Jonny’s back for a moment.
Then: “I know,” Kaner says. His hand starts moving again, palm making broad strokes of warmth up and down Jonny’s back. Jonny lets himself relax into it then, closing his eyes in contentment. They fall asleep tangled up in each other. In the morning Kaner’s awake and watching him when Jonny opens his eyes.
"What’s up, Edward?" Jonny greets, yawning.
Kaner puts his hand on the back of Jonny’s neck. Jonny immediately stills, attentive.
"Thanks," Kaner says. His eyes are very blue in the morning light.
"Oh, yeah, It was real rough falling asleep on you twice last night. You’d better be thanking me, your knees are bony as hell." Jonny says dryly. He smiles crookedly at Kaner a moment later. "I’m just kiddin’. They’re not so bad."
Kaner grins back at him.
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