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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hockey_RPF
  Relationship:
      Patrick_Kane/Patrick_Sharp
  Character:
      Patrick_Kane, Patrick_Sharp
  Additional Tags:
      Step-Brothers, Pseudo-Incest, Age_Difference, Gross
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-05-08 Words: 10510
****** I Know You Like the Back of My Hand ******
by pistol_red
Summary
     Sharpy always liked hanging out with Kaner and looking out for him
     after their parents had married. He didn't see why being older and in
     the NHL would makes things any different.
Notes
     There are some things very important to know about this fic:
     1. I really can't write.
     2. Like, it's bad. I can't do tension.....or anything.
     3. I am having major problems writing Sharpy. I don't know why. It's
     odd, but he feels really weird to me in my writing, so there's that.
     4. A good portion of this story is when Kaner's a little kid which
     could be super creepy to people if you know what's to come so fair
     warning there, guys.
     5. I basically capitalized all the nicknames(not sure if you're
     supposed to do that).
     6. I don't have a beta, because betas are beautiful shiny pure souls
     and there aren't an endless supply of them wanting to do an
     unrewarding job for a stupid writer. So, ALL THE MISTAKES! YAY!
     This takes place in a universe where a lot of facts/timelines dates
     are completely different and totally wrong in every way ever. Patrick
     Kane's sisters also don't exist in this universe which makes me feel
     terrible(in my defense, they were going to be in it but it became
     entirely about them and got off track-witches!) and everyone's
     parents are divorcing all over the place. If this makes you
     uncomfortable(dude it makes me uncomfortable) you probably shouldn't
     read this fic. Also, Chris is Sharpy's older brother but I have no
     idea what his actual age is so I improvised.
     Okay now the actual WARNINGS: first of all, the underage is only
     mentioned in passing and is not Sharpy/Kaner it's Sharpy/OFC. I think
     some of the characters I wrote are sexist assholes. There's sex,
     there's a bit of rough sex(just mentioned really), and oh yeah,
     THEY'RE SORT OF STEP-BROTHERS(it's really convoluted). So there's
     that. I'm pretty sure there's a random mention of a daddy!kink in
     there somewhere. There is a seven year age difference and the
     characters meet and form a brotherly relationship when one's like
     nine and the other's sixteen. They don't see each other for quite a
     few years and I divorced too many people to write this story kill me,
     which was the only way I justified writing this to myself but if any
     of that sounds creepy to you(as it probably should) you probably
     wouldn't want to read this. Tell me if I missed anything please!
     Um, with that being said, enjoy?
See the end of the work for more notes
Having your parents spilt up in middle school is tough, but when your older
brother isn’t ashamed to be seen with you and helps you prank the neighbors
while your parents do everything they can think of to lessen the blow of it
all, well, it could be a lot worse.
Though his parents spilt up, it’s amiable enough, and they both stay in Thunder
Bay. Patrick spends most of his time staying at his dad’s house because that
one has a makeshift hockey rink in the backyard. His mom understands, he calls
her extra and talks too much and makes sure to buy her great Mother’s Day
gifts.
It all becomes normal, boring even, and then his mom starts to date. Patrick
gets used to it, at least better than Chris does. Chris sulks and snaps back at
their mom in that moody teenager way for the first few weeks. Eventually
though, they both get used to it, and both his mom and dad have had dates and
even boyfriends and girlfriends. Patrick’s not really sure if that’s the
appropriate word, but, he’ll go with it for now.
Patrick and Chris both know that Chris won’t make it to the NHL. It sucks, and
Patrick feels an annoying pinch of guilt when he thinks about how his coaches
talk to scouts about him and how he might make it to the NHL but not Chris.
There's not much he can do about it though, so he just comes up with even
better pranks that make Chris laugh a lot.
Patrick mostly grows up in Thunder Bay. He gets his first girlfriend when he’s
eleven. His dad thinks he’s a little young but his mom thinks it’s adorable.
Her name is Helena and she wants to be a chemist when she grows up. She has
long dark brown hair and likes watching Patrick play hockey. Patrick thinks
she’s basically perfect, but she ends it after three whole weeks because she
didn't appreciate his sense of humor.
Patrick plays a lot more hockey, and he becomes Sharpy. The nickname spreads to
most aspects of his life and soon, just after he hits fourteen, all his best
friends are from hockey so everyone in school starts calling him Sharpy. He’s
cool with it, it’s not very original, but Sharpy knows hockey players, and he
knows that they’re not the smartest bunch. Sharpy considers himself to be
somewhat smarter than all his teammates. They generally accept that this is
true while grumbling and punching him (not that) lightly in the arm.
When he’s fifteen he gets his first serious girlfriend. Her name is Rebecca,
Becky for short, and she’s an only child. Sharpy spends a lot of his free time
in her bedroom when her parents are away at work making out in her bed, getting
off and generally having a great time.
It’s not till it’s just before his sixteenth birthday, Christmas tree up and
decorated in both his houses, lights and garlands strewn through the lawn and
up the banister that his dad actually brings up a serious girlfriend that he's
been seeing.
“Her name’s Donna,” he tells him and Chris gruffly, “She’s lovely, and I want
you to meet her.”
Chris and Sharpy exchange glances but are not that surprised. They've met a
boyfriend or two of their mom’s before, had dinner even. Sharpy didn't trust
any of them and he got Chris to help him screw with their minds to see what
kind of people they were and if any of them were man enough for their mother.
They weren't. Their dad though, he had never specifically asked them to meet
with any of his dates. They met one woman once, named Charlotte with curly
brown hair who had a Labrador named Charlie, but that had been mostly an
accidental meeting.
 This was new. This was serious. Sharpy shrugged though, he didn't want either
of his parents to be lonely when he and Chris went away to college, and so
serious dating was a pretty good thing in his eyes. College and the NHL was
still years off though, so it wasn't an immediate concern.
Donna was nice, in a sort of intimidating way. She had moved to Thunder Bay
with her son a couple months ago because of a great job offer. She was recently
divorced and she seemed amused by Sharpy’s antics instead of angry or
overwhelmed so he supposed that was a good sign.
He didn't think much about it after that until it was two days before Christmas
and his day said, “How would you boys feel about Donna and her son coming over
for Christmas? They don’t really know anyone else, and I wouldn't want that
little boy to spend Christmas alone in a new place with just with his mom…”
“I’m cool with that,” Chris said with a shrug, they generally went back and
forth from their mom and dad’s houses on Christmas anyway, so it wasn't like
they couldn't escape if they wanted to.
“Patrick?” His dad asked expectantly. Sharpy put on a good natured grin on his
face and said, “Sure, have Donna bring the little tyke over.”
His father smiled, looking both happy and relieved and for a moment, Sharpy
just took it in and felt satisfied.
Sharpy and Chris spend Christmas morning opening presents and generally acting
like four year olds at their mom’s house while she watches them and smiles
fondly, drinking hot chocolate.
Sharpy and Chris got each other somewhat destructive gag gifts to the surprise
of absolutely no one. Sharpy won by a long shot even though Chris loudly
proclaims to anyway that will listen that it wasn't a contest, wiping pie and
tomato sauce from his face.
When Sharpy and Chris go back to their dad’s house to have Christmas lunch, a
small car is parked in the driveway and Sharpy guesses that it belongs to Donna
and her son, also named Patrick if he remembers correctly.
Sharpy lets himself in and finds his dad seated by the fireplace with Donna and
a little blond boy about nine years old who must be Patrick.
Donna noticed them when they entered and she smiled, “Merry Christmas, boys!”
Sharpy smiles widely and says, “And Merry Christmas to you to Donna. I must say
you look lovely today.” He adds a flirtatiously wink on the end.
Donna simply raises an amused eyebrow while his dad snorts loudly and says,
“Now, now, behave. Boys, this is Patrick.”
Sharpy puts on his best Talking To Kids Face and smiles at him and says, “Hey
buddy. I’m Patrick too but you can call me Sharpy. All of my teammates do.”
Patrick meets his eyes shyly and says, “I’m Kaner,” in almost a mumble.
Sharpy remembers Donna tell them that he plays hockey, that he’s good, really
good, but then again most parents say that about their kids.
Chris introduces himself and they eat lunch, Donna and his dad carrying most of
the conversation. Sharpy breaks in a few times to make a joke or two. He
catches Kaner watching him with something like awe after he makes a crack with
a sexual innuendo in it before he remembers that there’s a nine year old there,
but a nine year old who’s staring at him like he just offered him a contract
with the NHL. Sharpy grins at him and winks; this kid probably has a great
sense of humor under that shyness if his liking Sharpy is anything to go by.
After they finish lunch Sharpy offers to take Kaner out on the rink in the back
and his eyes light up immediately and his excitement pours out of him with a
shout, and he takes off practically running towards the door, grabbing his
skates out of his bag, rushing to put them on and go outside to skate.
Donna laughs and tells him that he better be prepared for what he just
unleashed.
Sharpy soon finds out that Donna wasn't kidding. He is good. Not just good,
he’s great. He’s amazing.
Sharpy spends the next two hours skating in his backyard with his dad’s
girlfriend’s nine year old kid who is going to go placesSharpy can feel it,
laughing and giving him pointers and tips while he watches excitedly and
practically preensunder the praise Sharpy gives him. Sharpy thinks it’s kind of
adorable actually.
They eventually have to go back inside once most parts of their bodies go numb
and Donna flat out yells at Kaner, demanding that he come back inside and take
off his skates, Kaner looking sad to get off the ice but almost interested and
surprised when Sharpy tells him, “Well, we've got to go back in so you can open
my present.”
It wasn't Sharpy’s idea; his dad had mentioned getting a present for the kid.
Sharpy knew they were from Buffalo and was told by Donna that he didn't have
the Sabers jersey Sharpy had picked up, so he haphazardly wrapped it in red
paper and stuck a big white bow on top.
Kaner stared at it excitedly and practically tore it open; a lot of his shyness
had evaporated during their skate.
He looked at the jersey for a few seconds and Sharpy found himself holding his
breath, hoping that he’d like it before Kaner smiled hugely and pulled it over
his head saying, “Thank you! Thank you!”
Sharpy beamed, “No problem, kiddo.” This shaped up to be a pretty great
Christmas overall.
 
Sharpy starts spending more and more time with Donna and Kaner. Donna is around
more, to the point where Sharpy has grown accustomed to seeing her car parked
in the driveway and hearing her voice mixed with Kaner’s from down the stairs.
Kaner’s a pretty great kid. Donna brought him over on Sharpy’s birthday and he
sang Happy Birthday terribly to him and spent the whole day hanging around next
to him, seemingly excited whenever Sharpy talked about basically anything.
One of his friends commented on how annoying that must be, having a little kid
follow you around all the time. Sharpy hadn't even really thought of it like
that. Kaner loved hockey, was good at hockey, loves pranking people and he
looks at Sharpy likes he’s got all the answers in the universe. It’s kind of
awesome. Chris says it just feeds into Sharpy’s egotistical behavior, and that
Kaner shouldn't spend so much time with him, but Sharpy totally knows that he
just says that because Chris is jealous that Kaner likes him better.
 
Chris decided to choose to go to college in Florida at the beginning of the
next summer. The news is somewhat overshadowed by his dad and Donna’s
engagement. They had got Chris, Sharpy and Kaner all sitting around the dinning
room table to tell them, his dad looking choked up and smiling brightly, Donna
practically glowing and Sharpy was almost a little surprised that he didn't
feel anything negative at all. His dad and Donna were great together, and now
Kaner would officially be his little brother. Sharpy smiled right at Kaner
across the table who looked a little shocked in the way you feel after you
didn't expect your one in a million shot to go in the net but it did anyway.
Kaner grinned back brightly and held out his fist across the table for Sharpy
to bump.
His dad and Donna decided that they didn't want to wait to get married, and
were going to have the wedding in only a month so that it would be before Chris
would leave for college and that the whole family could be there.
 
The wedding was a small but nice affair. Sharpy helped Kaner get ready with his
tux because he insisted to his mom that he get to walk her down the aisle and
wanted to look just right.
When the vows were said and the rings exchanged, Kaner smiled excitedly at
Sharpy before the priest said to kiss the bride, and he pulled a face. Sharpy
laughed loudly and turned a few heads, his father glancing at him curiously, a
smile on his face. This would be pretty good, he figured.
 
Later that summer Chris left for college and it was just him, his dad, Donna,
and Kaner in the house. His mom had actually met Kaner and thought he was
absolutely adorable, making Sharpy bring him over for lunch every now and then,
where she would feed him cookies and coo over his too big Sabers jersey and ask
him if he was making any new friends.
Before he knew it, school started up again, and so did hockey. Sharpy had less
time for Kaner than he used to, feeling a sharp spike of guilt when he had to
turn down taking Kaner out, going skating or just taking him to see a movie or
telling him the secrets on how to prank somebody and get off scot free.  Kaner
almost liked learning about new pranks and helping him screw with his friends
more than he did skating. Almost.
Sharpy got back into school and hanging out with his friends, and playing
hockey. Plus he even found himself a new girlfriend. It wasn't very hard; a lot
of girls liked him.
Her name was Julie and she liked being held down and bitten a little, liked it
when he grabbed her hair. She moaned roughly when he scrapped his nails down
her skin, getting her to beg. Sharpy figured he might be a little bit kinky.
That was fine by him though, and he found other girls after that that liked the
same kind of thing he did.
Marissa was a serious enough girlfriend that he brought her home to meet his
mom, then his dad, Donna and Kaner.
Kaner kind of stared at her in wonder and wouldn't stop asking her questions
about everything. Marissa laughed, charmed by Kaner and later said, “You have
the cutest little brother in the world”, Sharpy had just grinned knowingly and
said, “You only say that now because you don’t know him.”
She had laughed and lightly hit him in the shoulder. Sharpy wasn't exactly
joking when he said that. Kaner could be little brat when he wanted to be,
hyperactive and demanding, but he still basically went with everything Sharpy
said in the end. He wondered how long the little brother hero worship would
last. He kind of hoped it would stick around for a little while longer.
 
It was Kaner’s tenth birthday before he knew it and he didn't find out that
Kaner had turned down a party with some new friends at school for skating with
Sharpy till a few weeks later. Sharpy was flattered, honestly, but he also
thought that Kaner should probably hang out with his friends from school more
often.
He said as much to Kaner who immediately shut down and got really quiet,
agreeing to everything Sharpy said, his head hanging a little.
Sharpy didn't realize something was really wrong until he asked Kaner if he
wanted to play a game of hockey out back and got turned down, Kaner mumbling
something about having homework.
Sharpy realized pretty fast what was going on and hit himself lightly on the
head, duh. He followed Kaner up to his room, his walls covered in posters, with
his furniture set up in the same way as Sharpy’s.
“Hey, Kaner. Kiddo.”
Kaner looked up, “What?”
Sharpy sighed, “You know, when I said I wanted you to hang out with your
friends more,” Kaner’s face closed off and Sharpy quickly continued, “I didn't
mean that I wanted you gone, I just thought you should make good friends at
your school, because they’ll be around you for a while…”
“You know I love having you around. You’re my little brother, aren't you?”
Sharpy finished, smiling a little.
Kaner’s face had slowly been becoming more and more hopeful with each word
until his face split into a wide smile. Before Sharpy knew it Kaner had flung
himself into his arms, holding on tightly.
Sharpy hugged back, “There, there, buddy.”
Kaner snorted against his shoulder and said, quietly and seriously, “I like you
more than my friends.”
Sharpy pulled back to look at Kaner. He wouldn't meet his eyes.
“Yeah? Well I like you more than my friends, but you need to make friends in
school. It's important.”
Kaner had looked up at him while he’d been talking and ended up nodding at
Sharpy, “Okay,” he said, “I’ll hang out with the dummies from school more.”
Sharpy laughed loudly and tweaked his nose before saying, “Just be sure to
prank all of them for me, eh?”
Kaner nodded back excitedly and promised wholeheartedly. Sharpy thought he was
probably failing his job as old brother if he was encouraging him to get in
trouble, but to honest, Sharpy wouldn't have it any other way. He would
probably fail in other ways too, he reckoned.
 
Sharpy turns seventeen and college starts looming, popping up more and more on
his mind. He’s going to go for the NHL, but his parents want him to get a
degree, and well, anything can happen, as much as he hates to admit it.
In the meantime he plays hockey and he hangs out with Kaner, teaching him new
moves that he’s not allowed to do yet, Kaner staring up at him like he’s Jesus
with a hockey stick.
 
Sharpy ends up playing for the Thunder Bay Kings and then the Thunder Bay
Flyers. Kaner is beside himself with excitement and hell, so is Sharpy.
He likes his new team. Some of the guys are jackasses, but in a good way, and
none of them can come close to beating him in assholery so it’s all fun.
Kaner loves going to his games and cheering him on, wearing his number. Sharpy
likes it too. The boys on the team call Kaner his one man cheering squad and
chirp Sharpy about it but Sharpy knows they all secretly wish they had a Kaner.
Sharpy’s out eating dinner at a great steakhouse that he goes to with the boys
sometimes, but now just with his dad and Kaner. Not Donna, his dad says
uncomfortably after a minute. And after only two beers his father lets it slip
that Kaner is having some trouble on the team. He can tell it wasn't
information he was supposed to know about by the way his dad glances at Kaner
apologetically.
“What kind of trouble, Peeks?” Sharpy askss, Peeks being a relatively new
nickname that he’s taken to calling Kaner, half to get the embarrassed but
pleased reaction from him and half because he likes it and thinks it fits.
“It’s nothing,” Kaner muttered, “Just jackasses on my team.”
Sharpy could tell it was pretty serious from the way his dad didn't call Kaner
out on his swearing.
Sharpy tried to get more out of Kaner but he could see how he was trying not to
squirm and ended up leaving it at that.
Afterwards though, back at home with his dad, after Kaner had gone to sleep his
dad said, “He gets bothered about his size sometimes. You know, he’s so small.”
Sharpy took that in and felt anger rise in his gut. His dad, catching the look
on his face quickly said, “He doesn't want you to know, he needs to deal with
this on his own.”
Sharpy got that. He got that Kaner was already little and needed to prove
himself, by himself. But that didn't stop Sharpy from getting names and
pranking the shit out of the little bastards. Meanly. He considered that
because he was in his late teens and these kids were, you know, little, it was
kind of unfair, but then his resolve hardened after talking with his teammates
and how no one beats up his little brotherand gets away with it, screw your
age.
Sharpy felt the most satisfaction he’d ever felt during that prank, when he
held his glue gun aloft and collected the centipedes.
 
It’s time for the NHL draft before he knows it, and he’s drafted 95th overall,
in the third round, by the Philadelphia Flyers. He can’t believe it’s actually
happening. This is it. The NHL.
And then he’s going to go to the University of Vermont and Donna and his dad
are barely talking anymore.
He doesn't know what really happened, but they started fighting more and more
and while he was busy playing hockey, they either weren't talking or they were
shouting at each other.
Kaner was upset by it and threw himself into hockey even more than before, and
that was saying something.
After Sharpy is accepted into university Kaner doesn't speak to him for two
weeks. Sharpy is bothered by it, but’s he got college and moving to prepare for
so he doesn't have the most time to worry about it even if it makes him feel
guilty.
His dad and Donna barely talk anymore and he’s going to leave Kaner alone in
that house. He’s going to leave him. He feels guilty for not paying enough
attention to Kaner these past two weeks so he goes up to Kaner’s room and
knocks on his door, “Kaner? Peeks?”
The door opens and Kaner is standing there, all awkward gangly thirteen year
old. He’s also glaring at him. “What, Sharpy?” Is all he says.
“Peeks…” Sharpy sighs, staring at him. Kaner looks back as blankly as he can,
not faltering, “I’m going to miss you, Peeks.”
Kaner face crumbles a little and Sharpy steps forward and wraps his arms around
him tightly.
They stay like that for a little while before they break apart and Kaner says,
“Uh, kick some ass in Vermont, Sharpy.”
Sharpy grins, “Of course I will. Now, act appropriately while I’m gone. Mess
with your teammates heads and keep up the pranking tradition.”
Kaner smiles for real at him and Sharpy continues, “Be careful around girls,
they’ll eat you alive Peeks.”
Kaner snorts, “Well, you’d know wouldn't you.” And then he waggles his eyebrows
horrifyingly.
Sharpy decides to ignore what he perceives as a dig at his many girlfriends
over the years. “And always, always remember that you’re not me Peeks, you
can’t pull off a glue mega monster epic sauce escape, so don’t go trying. Some
pranks are only for the master’s, kiddo.”
Kaner rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I'll set new standards in no time.”
Sharpy says goodbye and it’s harder than he expects it to be. He never expected
it to be easy, but a large part of him doesn't want to leave Kaner. He wants to
take him with him. Realistically, he knows that’s ridiculous so he squashes it
down and gives Kaner a manly pat on the shoulder and leaves the house with his
dad and they head off to the airport.
Sharpy resists the stupid impulse to turn back to look at the house and see if
Kaner’s watching him leave.
He is.
 
College turns out to be a lot of fun. The parties are wild, the hockey is great
and the girls are hot and on a whole different level than the girls he’d known
back in secondary school. It’s great and he gets wasted and he plays hockey and
he fucks a girl named Jamie up against the wall and she has a thing for calling
him daddy.
He also goes to his classes and hangs out with his friends, unrelated to
drunken party nights. His days pass in a blur of lessons, hockey, friends and
girls that he’s almost surprised when he gets a call from his dad one day while
he’s studying for his sociology class.
“Hey dad, what’s up?”
“Patrick.” He didn't sound good. He sounded wretched and weary, very tired.
Sharpy sat up straighter in his chair, “Dad, what is it? What’s wrong?”
He heard his dad sigh through the phone. “Well, son, Donna and I have decided
to get a divorce.”
Sharpy felt something in his stomach drop suddenly. “Oh….why?”
He heard his father sigh again through the phone, “I…. we've been having
problems for a while now, as you probably know, Patrick. We've.... been
fighting a lot and well, we decided that this was the best option. Donna….she’s
going back to Buffalo. With Kaner.”
“Oh,” was all he said. That was….he wasn't sure what that was. Kaner would be
gone when he went back home. Kaner wouldn't come back to that house for the
holidays. Sharpy was a little blown by the thought that he wouldn't even see
Kaner again at Christmas. Was he even his little brother anymore?
“Pat, I know how hard this must be for you. I know how much you love Kaner.
But, well, you can still contact him, I uh, will get their new phone number for
you.”
“Oh…..thanks.” Sharpy wasn't sure what to even say, he felt...blank.
“Son, I’m sorry about how this worked out.”
Sharpy cleared his throat, “No, I uh, understand dad, it's fine.”
His dad let out another sigh, “No, no it really isn't, but thanks for saying
that Pat.”
After that he said his goodbyes and that was it.
Sharpy still felt a little shocked, and more than a little shaken. Wait,
Kaner’s still there, right? I should call him, I have to talk to him, he
thought. Tell him....something.
Sharpy, feeling a little stupid, called back the number that he had just been
talking to his dad through, letting the phone ring three times before Donna’s
voice said, “Hello?”
Sharpy cleared his throat, “Hey, Donna. Is Kaner there?”
“Oh, Sharpy,” she said suddenly. He had always been Sharpy to Donna. He
supposed that was because she already had a Patrick.
“Yes he’s in his room. I’ll. I'll go get him.”
It wasn't long until Kaner’s voice came over the speakers, crackling and weak
but undoubtedly him. “Sharpy?”
“Hey, kiddo, how are you holding up?”
“Uh, you know,” Kaner muttered.
“No, I don’t know, buddy, that’s why I asked you.”
Kaner made a brief choking sound before saying, “I like Buffalo,” in a small
voice.
“I know,” Sharpy responded, he waited for Kaner to say more.
“I just…um, I got used to it here. I like….your dad and stuff.”
Sharpy chuckled, “And you like me, of course, nothing to be ashamed of Peeks.
In fact, it shows that you have great taste and an eye for beautiful things.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.
“You know, I’ll still call you, bud.”
He could practically hear Kaner smiling over the phone, “Yeah?”
Sharpy let an exaggerated pause happen before saying, “Of course.”
 
Life went on. Hockey was stressful, and it was hard, but it was as rewarding as
it had ever been.
Sharpy cut back on excessive drinking and focused more on his school, hockey
and having some pretty great sex. He was also pretty great at sex if he did say
so himself. He had built up a reputation as the guy who gave girls great
orgasms and pranked everyone. Sharpy was definitely pleased by this reputation.
He didn't talk to Kaner much but he did check in with him from time to time.
Kaner had always loved Buffalo so Sharpy knew he was happy being there again.
He got to see his father and grandparents more often which made him talk
happily on the phone describing his day with Sharpy for hours. He also had
become good friends with some of the kids on his team. Sharpy was happy for
him, it’s not like he wanted Kaner to fall apart without him or anything. This
was good.
 
It’s finally time for his NHL debut and he can barely breathe. This is it, this
is everything he’s wanted for so long. He's doing this.
Playing with the Flyers is unbelievable, even if he doesn't get the chance to
stay with them for long before he’s sent back down.
He gets a call from his dad, sounding choked up that he’s made it to the NHL,
followed by a call from his mom who he’s pretty sure is crying and then a call
from Chris saying, “Congrats bro,” and finally a call from Kaner, who, when he
answers the phone lets out an embarrassingly loud whooping noise that has
Sharpy grinning from ear to ear.
 
Philly is a nice city. Sure it’s sports fans are a little on the wild side but
it’s better to be enthusiastic about something than apathetic right? Sharpy
gets into the groove of the city and makes a couple good friends on the
Phantoms while he’s there, waiting in anticipation after each time he gets
called up, waiting for his NHL games.
Then there’s a fucking lockout. It’s awful and Sharpy can’t really believe it,
spends a lot of is time bad mouthing the NHL with his friends during that
season with the Phantoms. They have a great season though and a lot of his
anger melts away with all the winning that’s being tossed around by the
Phantoms and in the end Sharpy considers it a damn good year.
The lockout finally ends though, and Sharpy is ready, more than ready, to play
in the NHL again.
Sharpy starts the 2005-06 season playing for the Philadelphia Flyers. Before
long a couple rumors crop up and not long after that he ends up being traded to
the Chicago Blackhawks in early December. He takes it as it comes. Chicago
isn't exactly known for having a great team or being a hockeytown anymore but
Sharpy soon learns that the guys on the Hawks are pretty cool, plus Chicago is
actually a pretty great city.
He doesn't really talk to Kaner much anymore, them both being so busy, but he
looks up his stats every now and then and will follow his progress online. He’s
tearing it up wherever he goes, to Sharpy’s complete lack of surprise. Of
course he’s dominating, he’s Kaner. Sharpy feels proud and happy even though
he's not sure it has anthing to do with him really.
 
People know about his connection to Kaner, so some reporter asks him one time,
“You know Patrick Kane from when he was in Thunder Bay, correct?”
Sharpy just grins and says, “Sure. He was like a little brother to me.”
He gets asked whether or not he’d like to play with Kaner and how he’d think he
would blend in with the new Hawks and Sharpy tells them the honest truth: You
can’t get much better than Kaner.
It’s not till the 2007 draft though, that Sharpy really realizes that playing
with Kaner on the Hawks is a concrete possibility. But Patrick Kane, sitting
there between his mom and dad goes first overall to the Chicago Blackhawks and
Sharpy feels a sudden rush of pride, hot through his stomach.
He’s going to play NHL hockey with Kaner. Sharpy grins, the things they’ll get
up to will make the history books.
 
Sharpy gets a call from Donna, asking him to look after Kaner while he’s in
Chicago. Sharpy agrees, after all, he liked looking after Kaner when they were
younger; it’s not a bad job to have.
 
Sharpy sees Kaner for the first time again at training camp. On first sight he
feels a rush of satisfaction that he can’t really explain and he gives an
exaggerated smile and says, “Why hello there, Peeks.”
Kaner looks up at him and smiles almost shyly, looking down at the ground at
the ‘Peeks” Sharpy threw it there.
“Hey, Sharpy…”
Sharpy grins again, fully real this time, and goes up to hug him. He’s older.
Sharpy obviously knew that, he watched the draft and followed Kaner’s progress
on the internet, but it’s entirely different actually seeing it in person.
One of the most surprising things about him is how little he still looks.
Sharpy tells him this right before pulling him into a big hug. Kaner makes an
angry sounding noise at that but hugs back just as fiercely.
Not too old for hugs then. Good, Sharpy thought.
 
The Hawks got their new kids along with Kaner. They got Jonathan Toews the year
before who is Sharpy’s absolute favorite to mess with. It’s just so easy.
He messes with Kaner too, of course. He likes messing with them both at the
same time, and the rest of the guys get a kick out of it too. Burish helps of
course. He often has the best ideas as much as it pains Sharpy to admit.
The guys love it though. Well, not Tazer and Kaner, but well, that’s to be
expected. Sharpy’s pretty sure Kaner likes it anyway though; he just says he
doesn't to save face. Kaner has always loved having Sharpy’s attention and he
soon figures out that that hasn't changed all that much. Or like, at all.
Sharpy finds himself irrationally pleased by this.
“Yo, Peeks!” He shouts down the hall.
Kaner turns back around and says, “What is it now, Sharpy?” He’s not fooling
anyone, he’s smiling happily.
“Come out with me and boys tonight, we’re going to the steakhouse.”
Kaner nodded at that and said, “Awesome. I’ll be there.”
 
Sharpy has to change the way he looks at Kaner a little. Kaner is still the
same good kid, but he also drinks what is probably considered too much and has
absolutely terrible game with the ladies.
Sharpy considers it his duty to properly help Kaner get laid. Sure, it’s a
little weird, but the kid’s an adult now, and Sharpy knows his stuff and it’s
pretty apparent that Kaner doesn't.
“Her,” Sharpy says, pointing at a hot brunette standing up by the bar.
“Her?” Kaner practically squawks.
“If you charm her, she’ll definitely fuck you.”
“Uh….”
“Go on, do as I have taught you,” Sharpy instructed, watching Kaner awkwardly
walk up to the bar and strike up a conversation with the woman.
 
“Ooh little man Kaner is going to get some!” Seabs voice breaks through
Sharpy’s conversation with Bur and he turns to look back up at the bar, to see
his successful protégée at work. 
It is working. She’s smiling and laughing, and laughing with, not at, Kaner.
Important distinction, sometimes hard to tell the difference at first. Plus
she’s touching him on the arm and fiddling with her hair a little. All good
signs.
Sharpy doesn't really feel satisfied like he thought he would. Sure, it’s good
that he’s helping Peeks but really, he doesn't know anything about that woman.
She could hurt Kaner for all he knows. Plus, she’s not really that hot.
Sharpy’s good enough that he could hook up Kaner with someone hotter.
Bur gives him a look as Sharpy gets up and strides towards Kaner, wrapping an
arm around his shoulder and saying, “Hey little man, you shouldn't be so close
to the bar for this long.”
Kaner stares at him with a mixture of shock, confusion and betrayal.
The woman takes in Sharpy, raises an eyebrow and says, “Why hello there.”
Kaner scowls and Sharpy gives her an apologetic nod saying, "Got to take him
back to the big boys table, we have decided to allow him to sit there," before
ushering him back to the table.
“What the hell was that, Sharpy?” Kaner practically yells once he sits back
down at the table, “Youtold me to go over there and talk to her! And it was
actually working! She was into me!”
Sharpy just nods his head and says, “Trust the older and wiser Peeks; I know
what’s good for you.”
Kaner just opens his mouth in silent rage before getting distracted by potato
peels.
Bur just watches Sharpy through the whole meal. Sharpy gives him a cheesy smile
and a wink. Bur just shakes his head and goes back to his food.
Whatever that meant, Sharpy doesn't really care. He’ll set up Kaner with
someone who is a better fit next time.
 
It feels different to be on the Hawks when the season starts up again. It feels
more energized, hopeful; it feels like they’re going places. Sharpy gets an ‘A’
and is torn between being extremely flattered and cackling in delight at his
new badge of power.
Kaner just rolls his eyes and says, “What idiot gave Sharpy a position of
power.”
Sharpy had managed to refrain from cackling right then, but it had been
difficult.
 
It’s not until they’re a couple months into the season and Kaner is setting
everything on fire and drawing attention from everyone in the hockey world that
Sharpy tries hooking him up again.
He’s kind of confused as to why he even has to with Kaner’s recent playing and
fame. But then again, Kaner still has absolutely no game. It’s a little
hilarious to watch. actually.
But he takes pity on him and butters up a redhead named Christie who he thinks
would hit it off with Kaner before nudging him in her direction. Kaner still
looks at him suspiciously because of last time, but his desire to get laid out-
ways his suspiciousness so he goes up to Christie and says something that
Sharpy is pretty sure is cheesy  and mind-numbingly stupid. She’s not leaving
though, so Sharpy considers it a success.
Sharpy feels the same old annoyance rise up as he watches them flirt, he tries
to push it down and ignore it but it's just as strong as last time. Really, he
likes watching Kaner fail to pick up, not successfully pick up, no matter what
he says.
It’s hard though, Kaner has the kind of laugh that’s hard to ignore. The kind
of laugh that you have to search out the face it’s coming from.
Sharpy sighs and downs a shot, deciding that he hasn't got laid in far too
long. It’s not like he has any trouble picking up, but he’s been….busy? He
doesn't know. He has hockey and hanging out with Kaner and the boys. He’s spent
way too much time trying to get Kaner to go to to Six Flags with him instead of
getting laid, he figures. That explains the annoyance.
He glances around and sees a girl with wild blond curls and he downs another
shot and approaches her.
He doesn't remember her name and he’s pretty sure she doesn't know his, but he
lays it on thick and he can tell she wants the same thing that he does. He’s
about to offer to go back to his place when he feels someone watching him.
He looks up and sees Kaner, paused in his conversation with Christie, just
watching him with an indescribable look on his face.
Sharpy feels the sudden, almost angry impulse to just go right outside in the
alley and fuck someone then and there. He's a little shocked by it.
He says as much to the woman and her eyes darken noticeably. She grabs him by
the arm and drags him out the back door. Sharpy doesn't turn around to see if
Kaner is still watching.
Sharpy fucks her up against the filthy wall and finds out that she’s loud. And
that she likes to bite. Sharpy thrusts into her, hard, and grips her curls
tightly with one hand, fingering her clit with the other.
She’s going a little crazy, moaning and gasping, twitching against the wall as
she comes.
Sharpy thrusts a few more times into her, not even sure why he’s angry, when an
image of Kaner watching him flirt pops into his mind and he comes suddenly and
unexpectedly.
He pulls out, shaky and confused and the woman says, “Well, that was fun! See
you around!” And she gives him a big smile and a wave and Sharpy thinks he
remembered that her name is Jane.
 
Sharpy goes back inside through the back door and is suddenly hit with bright
lights and loud noises. He squints briefly before he sees Bur and goes up to
him, seeing the train wreck of Bur trying to successfully flirt. The lady is
still standing in front of him, listening to what’s he’s saying to Sharpy’s
faint amusement.
Sharpy can tell Bur thinks it’s working but Sharpy feels something’s off, and,
in the end, she turned out to be a Psychology grad-student who was monitoring
people’s behaviors. Bur looked crossed between embarrassed, amused and
crestfallen. Sharpy just laughed for a good fifteen minutes straight.
“Hey where’s Kaner?” Sharp asked suddenly when he realized that he couldn't
spot Kaner where he’d been standing before Sharpy left. Sharpy felt vaguely
nauseous at the implication that the thought of Kaner hooking up was
unappealing to him beyond just Kaner hooking up. He squashed that thought down
fast.
Bur gave him a weird look. “He said he was going home? I thought he would have
told you.”
“He went home. Kaner left the club? Why?”
Bur kept looking at him, “I don’t know man; he said he wasn't feeling well.”
“Oh. Right."
 
Sharpy didn't see Kaner till he was in the locker room for the next day’s
optional skate. Kaner was standing by his stall and looked as healthy as ever.
“Hey, Peeks, you okay?” Sharpy asked, lightly tapping him on the ass with his
stick.
Kane jumped lightly before turning to meet Sharpy's eyes, “What, why?”
Sharpy held up his hands in mock surrender, “Whoa calm down there tiger. Bur
said you weren't feeling well last night.”
Kaner’s face cleared and he said, “Oh, yeah. I’m fine now.”
Sharpy gave him a stern look and said, “Good kiddo, can’t have you going and
getting sick. The team needs you.”
Kaner muttered something and turned back to his stall.
Then Toews walked in with crazy eyes and everyone stopped to listen to him
talk, mostly out of fear he’d snap and have a breakdown about how everyone
hated him and no one listened if they didn't. Ah, Tazer. He was definitely
Sharpy’s favorite to prank. And third favorite overall, he should consider that
an honor. Sharpy bets he wouldn't. Rookies.
 
Sharpy invited some of the guys back to his apartment for an early dinner after
practice. He mostly did this because there were some great take out places near
his complex and, of course, team bonding was important.
He got Bur, Duncs, Seabs, Soupy, Ladd, Johnny and Kaner to come over. They got
Chinese and ate most of it lying around on Sharpy’s floor like barbarians.
Sharpy was fine with it, he had a maid after all.
About halfway through Ladd spoke up with a grin, “Hey Sharpy, you got lucky
last night didn't you?”
Sharpy felt something strange and foreign rush through him, almost like panic
when he saw Kaner still and look up at him intently before shaking it off and
saying, “I’m the Sharpshooter Laddy, I alwaysget lucky.”
Ladd snorted and Bur rolled his eyes but Kaner kept staring at him for a moment
before mumbling something about how Sharpy never gets lucky and going back to
his rice.
Sharpy felt weirdly relieved after that.
 
Sharpy got a call from his dad not long after that, asking him how he was doing
in Chicago and if he’d met anyone special. Sharpy had an odd moment where his
thoughts flew to the lady with the curly blonde hair and blue eyes before
shaking himself out of it and laughing a “No, the single life has been fun for
me.” It wasn't necessarily true though, deep down he wanted to settle down.
His dad ended up asking him about Kaner and how he was doing. Sharpy, fighting
a guilty shadow hanging over him that he was confused as to why it was there in
the first place, answered, “Ah well dad, you can follow him as easily as
anyone. He’s lighting up Chicago.”
He heard his father let out an exasperated sigh before saying, “I know that
Patrick, of course I follow his career. I’m asking how is he? Does he have
anyone special? Is he happy there?”
Sharpy knew one of the hardest aspects of the divorce for his dad was
separating from Kaner. They stayed in contact somewhat, but they went from
living together to never seeing one another and occasionally talking on the
phone. Plus, he knew how awkward his dad felt about Kaner and where he stood
with him. He did, after all, already have a dad.
“Of course he’s happy, he’s in the NHL, playing for the Chicago Blackhawks and
he’s got Patrick Sharp on his team.”
His dad laughed and said, “Well good, make sure to look out for him.”
Sharpy felt that same stab of guilt out of nowhere and he swallowed heavily and
said, “I always do.” Even if it wasn't technically true. He didn't see Kaner
for years even if he talked to him. He liked to think that if anything was
bothering him enough he would have talked to him about it, the bulling over
size incident notwithstanding.
 
Sharpy got a call from Kaner only a couple hours later asking if he could crash
at his apartment while he looked for his own place. He didn't want to impose on
Stan anymore.
Sharpy felt dread curl up in his stomach before he pushed it firmly aside and
said, “Sure thing, Peeks. When will you be coming over?”
“Uh, is today okay?”
Sharpy was a little taken aback, “Wow you’re really hightailing out of there
Kaner. Everything okay?”
“Yeah it’s fine. So can I?”
“Sure.”
 
In retrospect, this was probably not a smart move on Sharpy’s part. Kaner moved
in and so did all his stuff, loudly, and with a moving company.
Sharpy stared, “…they work on short notice.”
One of the movers, Bill, said, “He hired us a week ago.”
Sharpy looked closely at Kaner who was staring at his feet and blushing a
little bit before raising his head and saying, “Well, I, uh, assumed you’d be
cool with it,” he finished with a shrug.
“…I am, but, you could have just asked a week ago, Kaner.”
Kaner, still bright red just shrugged and muttered something again.
Sharpy just sighed and didn't try to stomp down on the fondness rising in his
chest.
 
It’s Christmas before they know it and Sharpy goes out Christmas tree shopping
with Kaner, who insists that they get a real tree. They eventually manage to
get one, after some haggling and general ridiculousness. They go out and buy
Christmas decorations and put garlands all around the apartment along with the
little toy Santa's and Sharpy feels something warm and fond rise in his chest
as he watches Kaner attempt to put the angel on top of the tree without
stepping up on the stool (he can’t reach, it doesn't work). And he figures,
hey, I could just do this, and play hockey, forever. It’s a thought that
surprises him even if it’s not actually that startling. He’s always liked
Kaner, and well, he’s still sort of his little brother, even though the thought
makes something go cold in his stomach, and, aren't you supposed to love your
brothers? And spend all your time with them….and live with them for the rest of
your life….okay; Sharpy gets the point there. This might be slightly different.
 Then it’s Sharpy’s birthday before he can blink and he’s turning twenty seven
and he’s out celebrating with the team at their favorite steakhouse, two days
after Christmas.
They sing a terrible rendition of Happy Birthday that has Sharpy laughing
hysterically by the end of it. Bur throws his napkin at his face.
“I am an old man now,” Sharpy proclaims, “Which means you all must do
everything I say.”
Kaner scoffs, “You’re not that old.”
Sharpy raises an eyebrow, “I wouldn't expect you to be the one to be comforting
me about my old age, Peeks.”
He scowls a little and says, “It’s not like that. You’re just not that old. I
mean like, you’re seven years older than me, that’s not that much.”
Sharpy feels a little out of his depth and says slowly, “Seven years is quite a
bit, Kaner.”
Kaner flat out glaresat him for a minute before huffing out a, “Fine.” Before
turning back to his meal and viciously stabbing his steak with his fork.
Sharpy just stares at him for a moment, feeling hopelessly thrown and like he
just experienced something important, but something that he didn't quite
understand.
The rest of the table has gotten quiet after Kaner’s little fit but Bur loudly
breaks the silence and starts arguing with Seabs about something related to the
Smurfs. Sharpy doesn't really know what because he’s not paying attention. He’s
watching Kaner. Who is still viciously stabbing at his food with his utensils
like they personally offended him by existing.
“Hey,” Sharpy says quietly, nudging Kaner in the arm, “You’re right, twenty
seven isn't that old.” He has no idea what’s going on here.
Kaner looks up at him and just watches him for a second before his face falls a
little and he says, “Uh, yeah.” And then he goes back to cutting his food, a
bit more gently this time.
Sharpy still feels a little lost, but figures that he helped ease the tension
somewhat and joins in on the Smurf debate.
 
They go out to a club after, the boys saying that he should pick up on his
birthday. Sharpy definitely agrees to an extent, but he’s mostly still
distracted by the curiously quiet Kaner who hasn't been joining in the
conversation or seem to be particularly enjoying himself.
Sharpy gets distracted though by a really hot blonde who has the same sense of
humor as him. The more he flirts with her the quieter Kaner gets, but Sharpy’s
not going there right now.
She’s awesome and has awesome tits and her name is Maggie and she’s an
archaeologist who turns out to not be interested in Sharpy boning her because
she’s gay, she was just really pleased to meet someone with her exact sense of
humor. Apparently her girlfriend gets bothered by it sometimes. They exchange
numbers though, because Sharpy could see them becoming friends, the potential
pranks they could pull would be glorious, but he doesn't find himself at all
disappointed that sex won’t be happening tonight.
 Maggie heads back home; her partner is a FBI agent who’s just getting back
from Florida. Sharpy senses an interesting story there.
He glanced around the club and found Bur and Seabs sitting at a small table,
continuing their Smurf discussion that had quickly grown into a heated
argument, “Hey guys, where’s Kaner?”
Seabs stopped yelling to blink slowly and glance around, “Um, I don’t know.
He’s been quiet tonight.”
Bur looked at Sharpy for a moment, his face blank, before saying, “I think he
went outside,” and pointed towards a door on the other side of the room.
Sharpy glanced at the door and then back to Bur, “Right. Thank you.”
 
Sharpy exited the club and glances around the alleyway, not seeing anything for
the first few minutes before he hears breathy moaning.
The thing is, Sharpy’s not stupid. He could see what was happening with Kaner.
He could see what was happening with himselfbut he’s not going to acknowledge
it. He was never going to acknowledge. This isn't something he was prepared to
deal with. This was fucked up.And Sharpy was quite a few things but he never
considered himself particularly badbefore. Or perverted in the places where it
mattered that you weren't.
Just, no. He wasn't going there. He had made an almost subconscious decision a
while ago to not go there.
But Kaner, Kaner was down on his knees in a dark alleyway with someone
else’scock shoved down his throat.
Sharpy couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. Everything in him was telling him to
leave, to get out of there, but his feet wouldn't let him.
He felt a mix of deep shame, anger and arousal swirl in his gut, watching Kaner
on his knees. In front of some random man, who didn't know what that meant, or
how much he had in his hands at that moment.
The nameless man, face still in the darkness, groaned suddenly, loudly, and
gripped Kaner’s hair roughly, coming down his throat.
He pulled out, petting Kaner’s hair a little while Kaner slowly opened his
eyes, looking glazed and unfocused and Sharpy, now fully hard in his briefs,
and on the verge of doing something very, very stupid loudly said, “Kaner.”
Kaner froze, his eyes snapping open in horror as he turned, still on his knees
to see Sharpy standing there; staring at him with god only knows what
expression on his face.
The other man, Sharpy now saw was a young guy, with an athletic build and he
said, “Wait, who’s that? You want in? Because you’re really hot, man. And this
guy really likes deep throating; he’s great at it too.”
Kaner winced a little and Sharpy just said, “Come on, Peeks, let’s go home.”
Kaner looked up at him, a little bit relieved before getting shakily to his
feet and walking down the alleyway towards Sharpy.
The other guy said loudly, “Wait, you guys know each other? Wait, are you
leaving? I mean, if he’s your boyfriend I’m sorry man he didn't say
anything...”
Kaner rolled his eyes, seemingly getting past the shock stage, “Shut up man,”
he said, and Jesus. His voice was completely wrecked. Sharpy swallowed heavily.
Anyone with ears would be able to put together what he’d been doing. Or maybe
just perverted people like me, Sharpy reasoned.
Sharpy led Kaner through the club, a hand resting lightly on his back as he
steered him through all the people. They left through the front doors and
walked silently to Sharpy’s car, Sharpy figuring screw it and not really giving
a damn if the guys had enough seats to drive back to their homes. They could
call a cab for Christ’s sake.
The ride back was silent. Kaner was mostly staring straight ahead of them,
Sharpy not really sure what to say.
When they got back to their apartment, Sharpy said, “You want a drink?”
Kaner stared at him for a moment before saying, “Hell yeah.”
They put on the TV and started watching some really shitty Hallmark movie while
drinking beer and taking shots and an irresponsible rate.
They got more and more progressively drunk as the lady in the movie searched
for her true family. By the time she found her father Kaner burst into tears,
not just tears either, but big heaving, gasping sobs, sniveling and all.
Sharpy scooted down along the couch and pulled Kaner to him, resting his head
against his shoulder, rubbing his arms and muttering reassurances even though
he had no idea what was happening and his vision was kind of blurring and he
felt a little dizzy. He definitely drank too much vodka.
“Sharpy?” Kaner muttered into his shoulder.
“Yeah, lil Peekaboo?” Sharpy slurred.
Kaner flailed a little and attempted to drunkenly punch him in the face before
grabbing him awkwardly by the nape of his neck and kind of smashing their faces
together.
Sharpy blinked for a second before Kaner pulled back and looked a little
embarrassed (but probably not as much as he should have been) and disappointed
at how his attempted kiss had gone. Sharpy had mostly just frozen in surprise
to Kaner trying to kiss him. And failing. Although the last part wasn't that
surprising, to be honest. And no, that was not endearing. At all.
Sharpy realized that he had enjoyed that awkward mashing of Kaner’s lips on his
own and so he realized right then and there that he was well and truly fucked.
Well screw it, he thought dangerously and pulled Kaner close to him, kissing
him hard.
Kaner let out a noise of surprise before opening his mouth and moaning loudly,
pulling Sharpy down on top of him so that they were both lying, spread out
along the couch.
Kaner was Kaner and he tasted like beer and stale chips, plus maybe cornflakes,
though Sharpy wasn't sure why, and he was twisting and turning underneath him,
running his hands all over Sharpy’s back.
“Sharpy,” he gasped out, grabbing at his shirt and pulling it up and over
Sharpy’s head. Sharpy got him to wiggle out of his own shirt too and they went
back to kissing. Wet, sloppy, gross, and entirely perfect kissing.
Sharpy bit down hard on Kaner’s lip and rolled their hips together and he let
out a noise that Sharpy would swear was a whimper. Sharpy shuddered against
him, “Yeah, let it out, Peeks,” as Kaner moaned again. Kaner started moving and
fiddling with his fly and suddenly it hit Sharpy; Kaner had done this before
with someone. With some guy, maybe with the guy in the alley, he had definitely
blown him. He had done it and Sharpy hadn't. He had done it without Sharpy.
Instead of jealously he felt a growing sort fondness as he just stared down at
Kaner’s flushed and panting face. He was really needy. He wanted Sharpy, not
some other guy. He always wanted Sharpy. He loved him. And Sharpy loved him
back.
Shit.
Shit shit shit shit was all that went through Sharpy’s head after that. It
wasn't that he loved him; he knew he loved him; he had loved him for years. It
was that he was fully prepared, shirt off and fly unbuttoned, to fuck Kaner.His
little brother.Shit.
Sharpy batted Kaner’s hands away and quickly sat up. Kaner, still mostly
confused and shit, drunk, looked up at Sharpy blankly and said, “You want me to
blow you? Cause I’m up for that, you can even come on my face if you want…”
“Kaner. Shut. Up.” Sharpy said stiffly pressing his hand down on his dick.
Shit.
“I’m going to go to bed,” he said suddenly, knowing now that if he didn't get
up and leave he wouldn't at all, and not looking at Kaner he said, “This
shouldn't have happened. I’m sorry.”
Sharpy could feel Kaner’s body language change behind him, everything heavy in
the the sudden silence where Kaner’s heavy breathing used to be. But Sharpy
walked, tried not to run, back to his room and closed the door, trying to
resist sliding down it like a melodramatic movie character.
In the end though, he just staggered to his bed, collapsed down on it, and
rubbed one out. All he could think about was blonde curls and Kaner down on his
knees looking up at him and saying, “You can come on my face if you want…” and
then coming harder than he ever had jerking off before and hating himself the
whole damn time.
 
The morning came way too soon. He could hear actual birds chirping like what on
Earth this was the middle of the city.
His head was practically splitting and his mouth tasted like some form of
particularly mangled road kill when he forced himself to get up on his feet and
go to the bathroom.
After showering and taking some aspirin for his hangover was when everything
really hit him.
Sharpy spit out his toothpaste and swore at himself in the mirror. You fucked
this up; you fucked up the most important relationship in your life. Fuck. Fix
it.
He didn't know how, but he reckoned that he better try. If Kaner even wanted to
talk to him again after this. Sharpy felt something cold and hard fall in his
gut at the thought that Kaner might never want to talk to him again (well tough
luck, kid, the Hawks aren't sending either of us anywhere). What if Kaner was
scared? Did Sharpy take advantage of him? Shit, he can remembered playing pond
hockey with him when he was nine. He’s seven years younger than you, he thought
suddenly and he kind of felt like vomiting but didn't think it had anything to
do with his hangover.
Sharpy suddenly felt a surge of anger. He didn't fuck this up, he could fix
this. How though? Well, he thought; I would punch anyone in the face who hurt
Kaner. He glanced at his fist thoughtfully, that wasn't really looking like an
option at the moment.
Sharpy paced in his room for a minute before forcing himself to open his door
and walk into the kitchen.
No one was there.
Well, that was anticlimactic, Sharpy thought, and he went about making
breakfast.
He had just finished his first batch of pancakes when Kaner’s door opened and
he came stumbling out, looking at him blearily and muttering, “Morning,” before
staggering off to the bathroom.
 In about ten minutes he emerged, his hair wet and a much more alert look in
his eyes.
He sat down at the table with Sharpy and they ate breakfast in relative silence
before Kaner said, “I’m going to go to the rink early.”
“Okay,” was all Sharpy said in response so he wasn't exactly prepared for Kaner
to fling himself at him suddenly and kiss the breath right out of him.
It was a good kiss. It tasted more like syrup and toothpaste than alcohol and
stale food even it was accompanied by faint hangover headaches and Kaner’s
hands clutching too hard at Sharpy.
Which honestly, was a flat out lie when it came down to it. There wasn't a too
hard, with this. Sharpy just wished he thought there was.
Kaner pulled back to breathe but kept his hands wrapped around Sharpy's neck,
standing on his tip toes and staring right at him, looking flushed and vaguely
panicked but really, really sure.
“You don’t get to run away,” was all he said. “Not again, man.”
Sharpy closed his eyes for a minute and rested his forehead against Kaner’s and
breathed out deeply. He was so undoubtedly fucked here.
He was Kaner. Donna’s little kid, fantastic at hockey and Sharpy’s little
brother who always came first when it really came down to it.
But he wasn't just that, he was also Patrick Kane, a hockey player for the
Chicago Blackhawks who likes to get smashed and dance terribly to bad music and
deep throat guys and fly across the atmosphere like a fucking comet or
something equally ridiculous.
“Come on, try this with me,” Kaner said suddenly, determinedly, and Sharpy kept
his eyes closed for a few seconds more and just thought. He had always talked
about how Kaner would be willing to do anything he asked. He often failed to
mention that it went both ways.
He wanted this. He could do this? Maybe. He opened his eyes and met Kaner’s
before giving him his best grin, cheesy and wide and still somehow genuine.
 “Sure thing, Peeks.”
 
 
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