The silence felt easy and companionable. Taras let his eyes close.

He listened to Barshai's breathing for a while. He thought he heard something else on the other end of the line, but wasn't sure. Mostly just steady breathing.

A faint smirk tugged at Taras' mouth. The idea of the dancer having worn himself out with a nice hard jerk-off session was sort of amusing. He imagined it took more effort, with a huge cock.

"You asleep?" he whispered.

Taras paused.

"It's okay if you are, comrade. I'm glad I called. I think I can sleep now too."