Summary:

“You've heard all my sex stories over the years. The good, the bad, the ugly. And yet I haven't gotten a single story out of you." Shane spluttered, cheeks flushing crimson. "Because it's none of your business? What the fuck?" "Aw, so you don't kiss and tell?" Hayden teased, laughing when Shane's blush deepened. He shoved at his shoulder, trying to wipe the smile from his face. "Relax, dude. I'm only messing with you. You don't have to tell me anything. But, like, we can talk about this shit. Sex, you know. I don't care that it's between two guys. Honestly, it's kind of interesting-" "Jesus Christ," Shane muttered. "This is not how I thought this was going to go.”