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Hayden knew he shouldn’t do it. He knew snooping on someone’s phone is not cool at all, but Shane’s dry spell had really tanked their standing for the playoffs.
And before, anytime he was off his game a little “hanging out” with his “good friend” Boston Lily seemed to fix him up. Set him straight.
So, while Shane toweled off in the showers, Hayden might have grabbed Boston Lily’s number from his phone. Look, it’s not his fault Shane’s phone was so easy to break into! Shane has had the same phone passcode since forever- 1221 and he’s not exactly stealthy guy. At least Hayden cycled his passcodes between his, Jackie’s, and their children’s birthdays. So many children’s birthdays...
He quickly added Boston Lily as a new contact and decides to just name her number “B.L.” so as not to arise suspicion if Shane ever saw him texting her.
Hayden knew Shane struggles with social interactions and he just wants to help his buddy out of a slump! And beating the Raiders was the cherry on top. Hayden couldn’t wait to rub it in Rozanov’s face.
Truly he was such a good friend.
He texted Lily’s number and was shocked (read: relieved) to see three little dots appear almost immediately. Then they fell away, reappeared, and fell away until finally Lily replied back.

Hayden was, as the youth say, shook. And insulted!
He’d never been able to pin down Shane’s type of girl but snarky and rude was way low on the list of traits he’d used as criteria to set Shane up with Jackie’s friends. Is this how she talked to him too? Did he like it? Maybe she was just rude to him because he had gotten her number through illicit channels?

Hayden wished he wasn’t blushing like a virgin right now.

Okay that was way too much info for Hayden. Not that it was a problem or anything. He knew plenty of guys liked… well… And not to say he had a vanilla sex life with Jackie! But they’d never done that… Fuck, this was going off the rails, he needed to steer them into safer waters.

How could he possibly pull that off? Like okay, Shane is obviously the star player of the Metros, so maybe Coach Theriault would go for it. Depending on the city, sometimes they got single rooms but never in Boston…
God, Lily was something else.
Shane has his snarky moments, sure, and he’s highly competitive but he was always respectful and polite. It was hard to imagine the words “fuck buddy” falling from Shane’s lips especially in relation to someone else.

If Hayden had been prone to wearing his Gam-Gam's pearls they would have been clutched right now.
He had to finish this conversation before Boston Lily gave him a heart attack.
![Screenshot of a text exchange between Hayden and B.L. Hayden Text 1: You know, I thought Shane liked nice girls. Lily Text 1: [smiling devil emoji] Hayden Text 2: Alright, whatever. Hayden Text 3: I'll get him a room, alone, away from the team. Lily Text 2: [eggplant emoji] [water squirt emoji] [peach emoji] End text exchange.](https://i.postimg.cc/d15Q2NSm/PSGWSP-Text-6.png)
Hayden cringed at the emojis and like a man walking towards his execution he went to Coach Theriault’s office.
It took a lot of convincing (and groveling and psychological mind-games), but Hayden successfully secured Shane a single room, three floors up from the team.

When Coach Theriault announced the room assignments, Shane got a confused, momentarily concerned look on his face as he glanced over at Hayden mocked mirrored confusion.
Given Lily’s response, Hayden took special care to watch his friend when their coach gave him the card key for Rm 1410; Shane ducked as he said his thanks, red trailing up the back of his neck. Shane didn’t embarrass easy and blushed even less…
There was something weird going on with Shane and Boston Lily. Besides the pegging- which Hayden was totally normal about knowing! He had not fallen down a Wikipedia rabbit hole the previous night- nope nope nope.
Hayden went to bed that night to the sounds of J.J. snoring, resolving to put this whole thing out of his mind and focus instead on what a good best friend he is. It's obviously totally platonic (and normal!) to facilitate getting your best bud laid. It was selfless of Hayden- hell it was for the team.


Hayden Pike: -1,000
