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That au is gonna end with 1988 having sex in the car isnt it? 😳

anon is asking about the tags on this post and, well...

"it's already color-matched to the jersey swatch you brought in, and the hood ornament has been replaced with an 88, per your request. we're waiting on your license plate to come in, but other than that, i don't really know how much more customizing we can do, sir."

jonny was struggling to keep the irritation and judgment out of his voice, but it wasn't easy. this guy had been driving him crazy for the last 6 weeks with his requests for the souped up sports car he was buying. for someone who lived in downtown chicago, the car was impractical- useless in the snow, and the constant stop and start of city traffic was going to burn the motor out, but who was jonny to tell the blackhawks' star player he was wasting 250 grand on his vanity project. his manager would fire him for sure, and it wasn't worth the trouble. once they had the custom license plate kane was waiting for, jonny would finally be done with him.

"it just doesn't feel... complete," kane said, almost whining, and jonny forced himself not to roll his eyes.

"what else are you thinking of, mr. kane?" jon asked, hearing the monotone in his own voice and not caring. 90% of the car was already paid for, and with the customizations, there was no way kane could back out now, so he put his customer service voice away to let kane know jonny thought he was being ridiculous.

"it needs another 88 inside, i think," kane said. "and don't call me mister kane, jesus- i think you're older than i am."

"there's no age limit on respect, sir," jon answered, and it took kane a few beats to realize he was joking.

"oh you can smile!" kane exclaimed, and jonny didn't resist the eyeroll this time.

"i've been able to this whole time, actually," and kane laughed out loud. it was a clear, bright sound, and jonny found himself pleased to have caused it.

"well now that i know you can, i want to see some more of it," kane said, voice dropping lower as he leaned in close to jonny. jonny swallowed hard. kane had flirted with him on a few of his other visits to the shop, but jonny had always ignored him, figuring it was just the way the guy was. this time, though.. there was something intent in kane's eyes as they roved down jonny's body, and he felt himself flushing.

"let me see about the interior upholstery," jonny said, voice breaking in the middle of the sentence, and he turned and broke for the office, feeling kane staring at his ass as he went.

a week later, the car was finally done. there were now 88s sewn into the headrest on the driver's side and the seatback of the passenger side. there was no way that would be comfortable to lean against, but kane hadn't seemed to care, running his fingers over the embossed numbers, eyes lidded and looking satisfied.

"i guess this is the last time i'll be seeing you, jonny," kane said, leaning up against the side of the car, twirling the key obnoxiously on his finger. jon was a little surprised kane knew his name, and it must have shown on his face, because kane laughed.

"dude, come on. you've spent like 7 weeks making me the perfect car, of course i know your name!"

jonny didn't know what to say to that, so he just shrugged. "i'm glad you like it," he said, in favor of actually responding to kane's comment.

"i love it," kane said. "and now i think i need to break it in. you wanna come for a ride?"

jon just stared at him, mouth slightly open. was patrick kane actually inviting him for a ride in his ridiculous sports car?

kane waited patiently for jonny to get his shit together, just staring at him, looking like he was trying not to laugh.

jonny wasn't one to back down from a dare, not even an unspoken one, so he swallowed hard and tried to project an aura of nonchalance, like this was something he did all the time.

"sure thing," he said, and kane broke into a smile.

"sweet! come on, get in."

jonny couldn't do anything but head to the passenger side, folding himself up to get into the car. it wasn't that spacious on the inside, but at least he could sit up all the way. kane, of course, had more room, and looked perfectly comfortable.

"where are we headed, mr kane?" jonny asked, and kane turned to stare at him.

"dude, we're joyriding in my new ride. call me pat." for someone who hadn't even gone to college, kane's vocabulary was certainly fratty, but it was something of a comfort, reminding jonny of stupid parties with tj and the team, before he fucked up his knee and lost his scholarship.

shaking his head to clear it, jonny just agreed. "whatever you say, pat," he said, and pat smiled big and bright at him.

barely a minute into the drive, pat took one hand off the wheel, dropping it onto jonny's knee. jonny startled, but pat wasn't even looking at him, still staring straight ahead. jonny forced himself to remain still and keep up the conversation they were having about where jon was from.

pat upped the ante a few blocks later, running his hand up the seam in jonny's dress pants. jonny's breath caught in his throat, cutting off the explanation he was giving about how he ended up working at the car dealership. pat still wasn't looking at him, but there was a smile playing at his lips, like he was enjoying this. jonny could feel his breath coming faster as he tried to find his place in the story, but pat's fingers kept creeping up closer to his cock, which was hardening quickly in his pants.

"you ok there?" pat asked, all solicitousness, as his fingers finally played over the hard length of jonny's cock, finding the head easily and stroking over it. jonny's hips jerked against the pressure and he couldn't bite back a moan. he had no idea how he'd gotten here; 30 minutes ago pat was signing the last of the paperwork in the shop, and jonny was sure he'd never see him again unless it was while jonny was watching a playoff game on tv or something. instead, he's getting jerked off while pat is driving, the low carriage of the car putting them at risk of anyone passing by seeing them.

"someone could see," jonny groaned, not an answer to pat's question, but he didn't know how to answer it, anyway. was he ok? maybe not, but he didn't want pat to stop.

"i know," pat said, licking his lips and looking like the cat who got the cream. "should i stop?"

"no, fuck," jonny moaned, feeling the precome soak into his boxers. pat wasn't doing much more than toying with him, but he was already so turned on he couldn't imagine asking pat to stop.

pat made a pleased sound in his throat and then got hold of jonny's zipper, dragging it down slowly over jonny's dick. with just the light fabric of his boxers between his hard-on and pat's hand, jonny was struggling not to come right then. pat seemed to sense it, because he pulled back, just teasing lightly, fingers rubbing the fabric where it was damp.

"almost there," he said, and his voice was low and heated. jonny finally pulled his gaze away from pat's hand on his cock to look out the window and realized where they were- the player parking lot of the blackhawks practice rink. at this time of night, it was completely deserted.

pat pulled into a space, and jonny glanced up and almost laughed. they were in pat's parking space, huge sign proclaiming "Reserved For 88" above it.

"you really like having your number on things, don't you?" jon asked. it was pretty much rhetorical at this point, but pat answered anyway.

"sure do. and now i want it on you." he unbuckled his seat belt and somehow crawled over the gearshift to settle himself on top of jonny. he unbuckled jonny's belt, as well, and then got to work on jonny's shirt.

"wha?" jonny tried, but pat was leaning down from where he was propped over jonny's hips, tilting jonny's mouth up to claim him in a searing kiss. jonny had seen pat running his tongue over his mouthguard when he watched the hawks, but he'd never imagined getting to feel it for himself. it was too easy to lose himself in it, and pat had worked his hands under jonny's shirt and was tugging it off before he knew what was happening.

"off," pat said, and jonny leaning forward unthinkingly.

pat drew back, not hiding his stare this time. "god damn you're hot. i kept adding shit to the car just so i could come back and look at you. you have no idea how good you look in those pants, the way they pull over your thighs." jonny could see that pat was hard, too, and this whole night was bordering on surreal.

before he could get too distracted, pat was kissing him again, hands ranging over jonny's chest, tweaking a nipple and making a delighted sound when jon moaned into his mouth at it.

"oh you like that, huh?" he asked. "we're gonna have to explore that later." jonny wanted to ask him to explore it now, actually, but pat was pulling back again, making space between them to get his hands on jonny's hips. "now we need to get these off."

jonny went with it, letting pat tug his pants down. he could feel the sweat beading on his skin in the cramped space of the car, but pat didn't seem to care, leaning back down and licking a stripe up his neck. jonny arched up into it, and the movement gave pat room to slide his pants and boxers most of the way down.

"gonna fuck you," pat murmured in jonny's ear, and all jonny could do was nod, driven beyond words for the moment. pat snuck a hand into his own pocket, fishing out a packet of lube and a condom and got to work.

it had been a while for jonny, but pat worked him open efficiently, still kissing him, and dropping his hand to jonny's cock to play with his foreskin, keeping him hard and leaking. finally, jonny couldn't help but beg for it.

"fuck, please, pat, i'm ready. just fuck me," he panted, and pat seemed happy to oblige. he rolled the condom on and entered jonny in one smooth stroke.

pat's cock was perfect, filling jonny up exactly the way he wanted. pat had one hand on his shoulder, one on his chest, and he was pushing jonny back into the seat while fucking into him. it was just on the right side of painful, the lube barely giving enough friction to keep things smooth, but each stroke was hitting jonny right where he needed it, and he could hear himself moaning.

"you gonna come for me?" pat growled into his mouth, and jonny was answering before pat was even done asking.

"yes, yes," he gasped. "so close, come on," and pat took it as a challenge, fucking him even harder. he still wasn't moving his hands from where they were, pressing jonny back, but it didn't matter. pat's cock was rocking against his prostate, and jonny arched once more into it and then felt his orgasm hit him, taking him hard and fast, striping come halfway up his chest.

"god you look like that," pat panted, and then jonny felt him shudder, hips stalling out as pat's mouth dropped open with pleasure, head dropping on his shoulders.

they breathed together in the humid air in the car for a long minute before pat was leaning back, scrabbling at jonny and pushing him forward.

"wanna see," he said, insistent, and jonny grumbled but leaned up, following pat's hands.

"fuuuck," pat groaned. "knew it would be hot, holy shit. can i take a picture?" he asked.

"the fuck're you looking at?" jonny slurred, feeling like it was a monumental effort just to look up at pat from where he was leaning forward. pat reached down, and that's when jonny felt it.

pat was trailing his fingers over jonny's back, and jonny could sense the pattern he was tracing- the double 8s sewn into the passenger seat were now imprinted right into jonny's back.

"you can take a picture if you want," jonny said, "or you can just fuck me here again tomorrow," and pat huffed out a startled laugh.

" 'm gonna take you up on that," he said. "you look fucking good with my number on you."

"you better," jonny told him. "but for now, just take me home."

#1988 #1988 fic #so so good #this made my day

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