Special

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Pairing: Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane.

Team: Chicago Blackhawks.

Rating: NC-17, I think. (Let me know if I’m wrong, please.)

Disclaimer: I don’t own these boys, though I wish I did. I highly doubt they do the things I’d like them to. Sigh. I guess we can’t win them all, right? Not intended to insult in anyway.

Warning: Boy-on-boy sex. Well, it’s attempted. Don’t know how well I did.

A/N: Hi! I’m sort of new here. Never posted a story before. Hell, I’ve never written a story before. Let alone wrote sex. Be easy, alright? I’m sorry if I didn’t get the personalities right, these aren’t my boys. I just happen to adore Jonny, I have since he played for the Sioux, and I find him and Kaner sosososoooo perfect.

 

 

 February 14^th, 2009. Valentine’s Day. Our one-year anniversary. Well, I wasn’t sure it was actually our anniversary, but Jon said it was, and I just went along with it.

 

I wanted tonight to be special, you know? A year is a long time, especially for young guys like us.

 

It helped that we had dominated – I mean won against a “very good” team – the Dallas Stars. He had a goal and two assists; first star, also. I was proud of my man.

 

We got to his place after the game and I almost instantly pushed him up against the wall.

 

“You did well today, baby,” I said as I attacked his throat with my lips.

 

“Mmmm…. Kanerrrr….” He moaned and ran his hands up and down my back.

 

I pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes, unable to hold my smile back, “I’m so proud of you.”

 

He contemplated responding, with some smartass comment, I’m sure, but instead he closed the distance between us and crushed his lips upon my own.

 

My response to that was to grab his hands and pull him down the hall to his bedroom. I pulled our suit coats off on the way, letting them drop to the floor.

 

He pushed me down on the bed, laying down on me gently. He pushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and gently kissed my cheek.

 

“Hey, Patrick... Can I tell you something?” he said, staring off into the space above my shoulder.

 

I rubbed his cheek with my fingers, “for sure, babe. Anything.”

 

He turned his head and stared deeply into my eyes, “I... I love you, Patrick Kane.”

 

I grinned like a mad man, “I love you too, Jonathan Toews.”

 

Oh yeah, tonight was going to be very special.

 

He kissed me oh-so-passionately, grinding his hips into my own. I groaned into the kiss, his tongue finding its way into my mouth. His hand found its way to my chest, tweaking a nipple through my shirt.

 

My hands found their way to his chest, too, and I started to unbutton his shirt, his hands following suit shortly after as I tried to deepen our kiss, if that was at all possible.

 

After our shirts were discarded to the floor, he started to fumble with my belt buckle, getting it off without much trouble. His hand found its way into my boxers, wrapping his long, warm fingers around my dick.

 

He finished the job of removing my pants and boxers, his hand coming around my member again.

 

I reversed our roles – to his surprise, I’m sure. He’s usually on top – and removed his pants and boxers as well, this time my hand wrapped around his dick.

 

“Mmm, Patrickkkk…” he moaned and thrusted gently into my hand.

 

I kissed a line from his lips to his jaw to his neck, stopping to bite, suck, kiss and lick one spot for a while, just enough to leave a mark.

 

I smiled at him, “I hope you like it.”

 

He rolled his eyes, “are you kidding me, Pat? Another hickey? Bur already thinks something is up, and these marks you’re leaving all the time doesn’t make it any easier!”

 

“Oh, quit whining, Mr. Serious. It’s no big deal. Bur is stupid and thinks you’re nailing some chick,” I said, laughing heartily.

 

“No big deal my ass,” he said, tugging on my hair a little bit.

 

“Hey now, buddy. Your ass is a huge deal in my book,” I said, trying to sound serious but failing, miserably, when I couldn’t help but giggle.

 

“Oh, just shut the fuck up and kiss me,” he demanded, and I was all too happy to comply.

 

I finished what I had started, kissing another line from his neck to his chest, stopping to suck a nipple into hardness, to his stomach to his thigh until I finally reached the head of his cock.

 

I licked at the drop of pre-cum that had formed before I took his head into my mouth and sucked, hard.

 

“Ah, God!” he yelled as his hips rocketed forward.

 

His hands found their way into my hair as I swallowed most of his length, my hand coming up to work the rest.

 

I licked the underside and let my throat muscles relax as he started to fuck my mouth.

 

“So good, baby, soooo gooooodddd…” he moaned which caused me to giggle again, sending vibrations through his dick.

 

“Oh, God, Patrick. Mmm, I’m about to come...” He said and I pulled away.

 

“Dear God, Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus, Patrick! What the hell?!” he looked at me expectantly.

 

“Oh, no. We can’t have that. Not yet, atleast.” I grinned and reached into his bedside drawer, grabbing out two condoms and the bottle of lube. Using an extra condom for him made the clean-up that much easier. There wasn’t a mess to clean that way. No sticky white stuff on the bed sheets.

 

I opened one package and rolled it onto myself, opening the other package and putting it into my lips. I put my lips on his head, moving my head down and rolling it along his shaft until it was all the way on. I wordlessly urged him over onto all fours.

 

“You ready for me, baby?” I asked, lubing my fingers and pushing one in roughly.

 

“Oh, HELL, yes,” he pushed back against my hand as I added a second, and soon a third, scissoring them.

 

I pulled my fingers out and replaced them with the head of my rock-hard member.

 

“Here it comes, Jonathan.” I said and pushed in gently until my pelvis connected with his ass.

 

I pulled back a bit and pushed back in, hard. I did it again and again until he was pushing back, meeting my thrusts with his own.

 

“Oh, Jonathan. You feel so good,” I moaned, already on the edge.

 

I reached around and fisted his cock in time with my thrusts until I felt him tense and release into the condom.

 

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” he moaned, his muscle clenching around me officially sending me over the edge.

 

We stayed like that for a few moments until I finally pulled out, collapsing next to him on the bed. He pulled his condom off, tied it up, reached over and pulled mine off, tied it up then threw them away.

 

I reached for him when he came back in the room. He fell onto the bed next to me, wrapped his arm around me possessively and tucked his face into the crook of my neck.

 

“I love you, Kaner,” he said and kissed me softly.

 

I put my arm over his and squeezed, “I love you too, Tazer.”

 

For sure, tonight was really special.