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And it's often enough that Shane falls asleep with his head on Ilya's shoulder or lap, because Shane conks out on most forms of transportation. They've all been on a bus or plane or even in a car with Hollzy while he was snoozing by now. Ilya teases him about it constantly, something about a Pavlovian reaction, something about Shane being a colicky baby, and the Cens don't really ask because it seems like married people business.

It's also married people business that sometimes Hollander lays there in his usual slump in Ilya's lap with the addition of a blanket pulled up over his head. The assumption is that he's having a migraine or some sensory issue. And that's generally the case. If someone ventures back there and notices that Shane's under the blanket, Ilya rarely acknowledges whoever's wandered to the back of the bus, but he's usually sitting there on his phone or sometimes even staring out the window with his hand on the mound of Shane's head, and it's kind of cute, actually, the way he accommodates for his husband.

And nobody ever realizes that Shane is laying there with Ilya's cock in his mouth, letting the world narrow down to the weight of his husband on his tongue and the sensation of Ilya's fingers curling along the curve of his ear from overtop the blanket, the occasional twitches of Ilya's mostly soft cock against the roof of his mouth, the comfort of Ilya's breath sounds. The sweet surprise when Ilya, occasionally, when he's not too tired and his medication is cooperating, does get hard--and then the floaty, happy satisfaction when Ilya comes gently and softens again, nobody any the wiser, and Shane's stomach warm.