I know you've finished Provenance (and it's perfect) but I was just wondering if in your headcanon/vision Jonny would turn Kaner into a vampire eventually or leave him human?
So this is what I imagine. They’re together through to the first cup win, and they’re happy. Jonathan doesn’t really think about the future. You can’t when you have as much time as he does. You just keeping on keeping on. But then Patrick makes some comment about Jonathan turning him when he finally retires. Like it’s obvious, because they’re always going to be together. And it breaks Jonathan’s heart, that simple faith in them. But it also makes him very scared that he’s depriving Patrick of the life he could have with humans. Planning to spend the next fifteen years with your very first relationship? He’s seen the divorce rates, right? For somebody who has experienced as much and made as many mistakes as Jonathan has he thinks that can’t possibly be a good idea.
He loves Patrick. With everything he has. But he had 150 years of fucking up to figure out just what he wanted and he might not be the right thing for Patrick. And it’s a ways a way, but Patrick thinks he’s ready to face down eternity for Jonathan. Jonathan wasn’t given a choice. He just wants Patrick to have options.
So he ends it. He leaves the shop to Molly to run and he leaves. Patrick is devastated. He doesn’t understand. Because he is certain that Jonathan is what he wants–he believes it with every fiber of himself. When the wrenching sadness passes, the anger rolls in. Patrick nearly throws out all the suits and fine things that Jonathan made or bought him. He goes a little crazy, partying too hard, sleeping with half of Chicago, fuck Jonathan for making that decision for him. He doesn’t give a fuck what he thinks anyway.
But for years, at night, he dreams of Jonathan fucking him. Nobody could do it that good. He doesn’t even bottom anymore. Life moves on though. Gradually he stops thinking about him so much. He’s won the cup several times, he’s going to be turning thirty this coming season. He’s off-and-on dating a semi-famous model who just had a sizable part in a film that’s doing the festival circuit. He agrees to go with her to Cannes, because who says no to Cannes?
They get there and it’s beautiful. The weather is perfect. He reverted to his old ways post Jonathan. There was nobody to keep him in line and he didn’t give a shit. Back to ridiculous t-shirts and ugly shoes and ill-fitting jeans. But for this he pulls out an old summer suit Jonathan built him. The last thing he wants to do is make Melanie look bad on the red carpet in her big moment.
At the after party at some beautiful open terrace, a gentle breeze fanning through the air, he sees somebody standing at the balcony, silhouetted by the light. He hasn’t seen Jonathan for nine years, but he just knows. Jonathan seems to feel his eyes on him, because he turns, catching Patrick’s gaze, and Patrick doesn’t know if he wants to run away, or jump him, because Jonathan looks exactly the same. As sexy as he ever was.
He finds himself walking over to Jonathan, Melanie completely forgotten, and when he gets there it takes a few attempts before he even manages the words, “What are you doing here?”
“I designed the costumes for Wildwood,” he says with a soft smile, he reaches out and smooths Patrick’s lapel, recognizing it as one of his instantly.
“So that’s where you’ve been all this time? Hollywood?”
Jonathan laughs. “There are these funny inventions these days called computers. I know it must surprise you than an old soul like me has figured one out, but there you have it.”
“So, then, where?”
“These days? Mostly the Loire Valley.” He doesn’t share that it was hard to be in a place where hockey was a big deal and not think of Patrick. This was not an easy choice he made. He’d thought, the three years they’d had together, that the feelings he had would pass. Three years was an eyeblink. But then, nine years was barely a held breath. He hadn’t gotten over it.
Patrick ends up ditching Melanie with a hurried text. They go back to Jonathan’s hotel and fuck, Jonathan holding Patrick up against the wall like he weighs nothing as he hammers into him, making Patrick cry out and his thighs tremble around Jonathan’s hips. It’s strange, because Jonathan looks so very young to him now, face pale and untouched by time. It hurts. Patrick hasn’t done this in a very long time and he never did let Jonathan be gentle with him.
Afterwards, lying in Jonathan’s bed, Patrick tells him that he dreamed about him a lot for a long time after they broke up.
“My fault, I’m afraid,” Jonathan says, staring at the ceiling. “I ingested so much of your blood over the years. Your subconscious used to reach out to mine a lot.”
“Think about fucking me a lot, did you?” Patrick asks with that familiar devil-may-care grin. Jonathan doesn’t deny it. Patrick runs his fingers down Jonathan’s belly, drifting down to his cock. Jonathan watches his progress unblinking.
“Could we try again?” Patrick says, ostensibly meaning round two, but his eyes have gone earnest. Jonathan knows what he’s really asking.
And he’s also answering Patrick’s long unanswered question: if they’re still together when Patrick retires, Jonathan will turn him.