toews/kane, "to stand in your arms"
Title: To Stand In Your Arms
Fandom: Hawks RPS
Pairing: Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane
Rating: PG
Words: 671
Summary: Shameless cuddle-fluff. This drabble was written sorely for the purpose of cheering myself up. Patrick gets home from the All Star Weekend really early (or late, depending on your point of view). And there is cuddling.
Thanks to flight delays, it's nearly 3am by the time Patrick stumbles through the front door of the condo, bleary eyed and hungry. The need for sleep would normally win, but it's Monday and he has the day off, so he drops his bags in the doorway, kicks off his shoes and shuffles to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
He does his best to be quiet; he's not about to wake Jonny up when he knows Jon's planning to go to the optional practice tomorrow morning. He finishes the sandwich in record time, yawns, then starts stripping on the way to the bedroom - socks, pants, shirt - and by the time he slips through the open door, very carefully sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, he's down to his boxers.
Jon stirs and lifts his head.
Dammit.
"Fuck," Patrick whispers. "Sorry, babe. Go back to bed. 'S just me." He burrows under the blankets, smoothing one hand down Jon's spine as Jon blinks at him, barely visible in the dark.
Jon's head drops back onto the pillow. "Time z'it?"
"Just after three. Go back to sleep."
Jon hums and wiggles closer, one arm winding itself around Patrick's waist, heavy and warm over his side.
"Missed you."
Patrick smiles. "Missed you, too." Jon's eyes are closed, but his lips are curved up at the corners, and his breathing is soft and even. "Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"
Jon makes an interesting noise. "Weirdest thing happened at the Skills Comp. Some moron was wearing a cape and these dorky-ass glasses. He looked freakishly like my boyfriend."
"You don't say," Patrick teases. "Admit it, you loved it."
"You look good in glasses."
"Not those ones."
Jon opens one eye. "Well, no," he concedes. "But hypothetically."
The grin finds its way to his face before he can stop it. "C'mere and kiss me, you jerk," and Jon easily obliges him, his body looming over Patrick's as he grins back, nudging his nose at Patrick's cheek before he catches his mouth.
It's soft and familiar, and Patrick finds himself melting into it. Three days without seeing Jon is too long, especially after they've spent the better part of the last six years together.
This thing between them is still relatively new, only about four months in, but Patrick knows a good thing when he sees it, because he already knows that him and Jonny, this isn't just some fling. This is the real deal.
He had to do a lot of cajoling to get Jonny to move in with me, the major argument being "we practically live together already, it's convenient", and he'd gotten unnaturally excited when Jon had finally said yes.
It's not always smooth sailing, but their friendship hasn't been like that either, so it's nothing new, not in that department, anyway.
They still fight and bicker and argue like they always did, but Patrick's favourite thing is this, right here. Getting to come home to Jon, getting to crawl into bed and find Jon there, happy and waiting for him, falling asleep with Jon's arm around him and waking up with him.
It's sappy as fuck, and Patrick doesn't care. He's sleeping with Jonathan Toews, his best friend in the world, living in the best city and playing for the only team he can ever imagine playing for. He's got the best of it all.
Jon kisses him slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world. It drives Patrick crazy in all the best ways, Jon's body blanketing his, one of Jon's hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.
Patrick's floating in a pleasant haze, somewhere between awake and asleep, when Jon's mouth leaves his to drift over his neck. "Sleep," Jon murmurs into his skin.
"Mmmm," Patrick says, reaching blindly for him. "Don'go."
"I'm not," Jon reassurs him, sounding amused.
Patrick falls asleep curled up into him, Jon's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.
Fandom: Hawks RPS
Pairing: Jonathan Toews/Patrick Kane
Rating: PG
Words: 671
Summary: Shameless cuddle-fluff. This drabble was written sorely for the purpose of cheering myself up. Patrick gets home from the All Star Weekend really early (or late, depending on your point of view). And there is cuddling.
Thanks to flight delays, it's nearly 3am by the time Patrick stumbles through the front door of the condo, bleary eyed and hungry. The need for sleep would normally win, but it's Monday and he has the day off, so he drops his bags in the doorway, kicks off his shoes and shuffles to the kitchen to make a sandwich.
He does his best to be quiet; he's not about to wake Jonny up when he knows Jon's planning to go to the optional practice tomorrow morning. He finishes the sandwich in record time, yawns, then starts stripping on the way to the bedroom - socks, pants, shirt - and by the time he slips through the open door, very carefully sliding under the covers on his side of the bed, he's down to his boxers.
Jon stirs and lifts his head.
Dammit.
"Fuck," Patrick whispers. "Sorry, babe. Go back to bed. 'S just me." He burrows under the blankets, smoothing one hand down Jon's spine as Jon blinks at him, barely visible in the dark.
Jon's head drops back onto the pillow. "Time z'it?"
"Just after three. Go back to sleep."
Jon hums and wiggles closer, one arm winding itself around Patrick's waist, heavy and warm over his side.
"Missed you."
Patrick smiles. "Missed you, too." Jon's eyes are closed, but his lips are curved up at the corners, and his breathing is soft and even. "Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"
Jon makes an interesting noise. "Weirdest thing happened at the Skills Comp. Some moron was wearing a cape and these dorky-ass glasses. He looked freakishly like my boyfriend."
"You don't say," Patrick teases. "Admit it, you loved it."
"You look good in glasses."
"Not those ones."
Jon opens one eye. "Well, no," he concedes. "But hypothetically."
The grin finds its way to his face before he can stop it. "C'mere and kiss me, you jerk," and Jon easily obliges him, his body looming over Patrick's as he grins back, nudging his nose at Patrick's cheek before he catches his mouth.
It's soft and familiar, and Patrick finds himself melting into it. Three days without seeing Jon is too long, especially after they've spent the better part of the last six years together.
This thing between them is still relatively new, only about four months in, but Patrick knows a good thing when he sees it, because he already knows that him and Jonny, this isn't just some fling. This is the real deal.
He had to do a lot of cajoling to get Jonny to move in with me, the major argument being "we practically live together already, it's convenient", and he'd gotten unnaturally excited when Jon had finally said yes.
It's not always smooth sailing, but their friendship hasn't been like that either, so it's nothing new, not in that department, anyway.
They still fight and bicker and argue like they always did, but Patrick's favourite thing is this, right here. Getting to come home to Jon, getting to crawl into bed and find Jon there, happy and waiting for him, falling asleep with Jon's arm around him and waking up with him.
It's sappy as fuck, and Patrick doesn't care. He's sleeping with Jonathan Toews, his best friend in the world, living in the best city and playing for the only team he can ever imagine playing for. He's got the best of it all.
Jon kisses him slowly, thoroughly, like he has all the time in the world. It drives Patrick crazy in all the best ways, Jon's body blanketing his, one of Jon's hands carding through his hair and giving him goosebumps.
Patrick's floating in a pleasant haze, somewhere between awake and asleep, when Jon's mouth leaves his to drift over his neck. "Sleep," Jon murmurs into his skin.
"Mmmm," Patrick says, reaching blindly for him. "Don'go."
"I'm not," Jon reassurs him, sounding amused.
Patrick falls asleep curled up into him, Jon's fingers tangled in the hair at the back of his neck.