Summary:

"It's not always gay to kiss your friends," Shane mutters, sniffing pointedly. "Some people do it all the time."

The room stills, before everyone's attention swivels to Shane who freezes under their stares. He arches an unimpressed brow at them all, pointedly avoiding Ilya's gaze, before he goes back to placidly studying the board, the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Who are you not gay kissing?" Ilya demands. "Rose doesn't count."

"Obviously, Rose doesn't count," Shane says, rolling his eyes. "Wouldn't that be straight?"

"Yes," Ilya says, impatiently. "And you are very gay, so who is it you are kissing that you have to specify it's not gay? Is is Pike? Boiziau?" He casts a wild glance around the room. "Please tell me it is not my precious Boody. He is handsome, yes, but it will break my heart if he did not kiss me to find out that he is a little gay."

OR: Wyatt Hayes loves games, his team, and the spirit of love.