August Combo Challenge
So we're at that point in the offseason when things are slowly but surely starting to pick up speed again with camps and crazy player training combos, there seems to have been a pretty substantial rise in the number of people in and around hockey rpf fandom, and it's been a minute since we've seen a friending post. Thus;
A Friending Meme & Ficlet/ ( Read more... )
A Friending Meme & Ficlet/ ( Read more... )
He’s in high spirits when they get out onto the ice, scores two goals and sets Jonny up for one, points at him across the ice when he scores like he’s Keanu Reeves in The Replacements.
He’s a pain in Jonny’s ass, is what he is, but every small annoyance is outweighed a hundred times over by the smile on his face when he scores, and how he shares it with Jonny first.
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They win, because they’re awesome, and Jonny doesn’t mind when Patrick follows him home. He wouldn’t have minded if they’d lost.
“We join you now live from Jonathan Toews’ inner sanctum. This is where the magic happens, eh Toews?”
“Fuck off, eh, Kane?”
Patrick is lying on Jonny’s bed with his hands folded behind his head, and Jonny’s eyeroll is lost on him when he turns away to strip off his suit.
“Ooh, we have an exclusive for you now. I can report that Toews is currently getting undressed for the cameras. It seems our subject has a bit of an exhibitionist streak, although I don’t mind telling you viewers that I can see why.”
Jonny pauses, his hands falling still around his tie. But Patrick doesn’t say anything else, so Jonny quickly unbuttons and strips off his shirt, starts in on his belt thinking he’s hearing things, or that Patrick has gotten especially strange and cruel about his chirping.
“Ladies and gentleman, we’re getting close to the big finale. As we speak, Toews is unbuckling his belt. Now he’s unbuttoning his pants and … oh yes, slipping them down over that ass. For those of you listening in, Toews is wearing black briefs as usual, although these seem to be slightly fancier than his normal brand. It seems our hero has been shopping without his best friend, because our hero is a total asshole, lest we forget. He’s bending over to pull off his socks, now, and he’s not as graceful in the bedroom as he is on ice, I’m sad to report, but the view certainly makes up for it.”
Jonny sighs and scoops the pile of clothes off the floor, tossing them in a heap into his laundry basket before he pads back over to the bed. Patrick is sitting up now, his knees pulled up and his arms folded over them. He’s blushing, but only if you’re looking for it.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Patrick?”
Patrick rolls his eyes, but he shifts in place slightly and his knuckles are white around his elbows.
“I think I just did. So what are you going to do about it, Jonathan?”
It’s dirty pool for him to use Jonny’s full name like that, and Patrick should know so. Then again, that’s probably exactly why he did it.
“Why don’t you turn off these cameras, and I’ll show you,” Jonny says, teasing, but he puts Patrick’s nerves to bed by straddling him on top of it.
“And that’s all from us tonight. Wishing you a good evening from Jonathan Toews’ bedroom here in Chicago, I’ve been Patrick Kane, and I’m about to shoot some outtakes. Join us tomorrow for the reviews.”
“I think it's time for early retirement,” Jonny says, pulling Patrick’s shirt out of the waistband of his pants and getting his hands up underneath. "Your stint as a tv personality has been entertaining, for you, I'm sure, but I can think of much better uses for your hands and face. Your mouth in particular.
“Okay,” Patrick agrees, and when he leans up in search of Jonny’s mouth, Jonny meets him half way.
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as did the little sharpy/kaner interaction.
awesome awesome, thanks for the fill :D
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