Summary:

The scene that greets him in Shane’s living room is at first much tamer than expected, and then wildly horrifying.

Tails, standing in front of the bookshelf, is cradling a decorative wooden box in one arm. In his other hand, there’s a bottle of something.

It’s a grey squeeze tube with boxy white lettering. There’s something familiar about it. It takes Hayden a second to place, and then he blurts, “Fuck.”

Because it’s lube.

 

Or: Shane's teammates find his lube. It doesn't go the way Hayden expects.