Share a vision with me: Hollanov in bed. It's dark out. The bedside lamp is on, glowing. Ilya is lying on his stomach, head resting on his folded arms, naked from the waist up. Shane is sat against the headboard, glasses on, ostensibly reading his book but really he's softly tracing the moles on Ilya's back. Ilya gets so relaxed and drowsy at the goosebump-raising sensation of Shane's dragging fingertips that he falls asleep. Shane doesn't stop his gentle caresses, just stares at Ilya's face. They're both lethargic with love, basking in it.










