Summary:

“Okay, no, you’re right. Fuck the Admirals. But fuck their stupid gay-kiss Stanley Cup win, too.”
What?
Another moment of quiet, then:
“I never kissed my boyfriend on the ice, though,” Shane muttered resentfully. Hayden’s heart thudded at the bitterness in his tone. Shane didn’t talk like that.

As Shane becomes more comfortable in his and Ilya’s relationship, he starts letting his guard down, bit by bit. Hayden is subject to some very confusing one-sided phone conversations.