OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shakes his head. "No, it was...there was something strange there, I'm pretty sure."

He sets down his cup and his guitar and starts working on getting out of his damp jeans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him briefly.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and returns the kiss. "Feeling better now?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah. You?"

He goes into the bathroom to hang his clothes before putting them in the hamper.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah," Orpheus says, shaking off the odd feeling he'd had out by the lake and following Steve to hang his clothes up as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him another quick kiss, and then grabs their cups and puts them on the nightstand. He hops into bed, fluffing the blankets around him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus climbs in after him with a smile, settling next to Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him, and then presses his cup into his hand.

"If you want to just snuggle like we did in the lake," he says softly, "I wouldn't mind that. It was nice."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans against him a bit and sips his drink. "We can do that. At least until we finish these."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve curls an arm around him and kisses his hair. "I like this part a lot."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles. "Yeah, I do too."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve brushes his fingers slowly through Orpheus's hair. He sips some chocolate like an afterthought.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus turns his head to kiss Steve's palm.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles and strokes his fingers along Orpheus's cheek.

[golden_lyre]

"What?" Orpheus asks softly, sipping his drink.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You. Just you."

[golden_lyre]

"Just me, huh?" Orpheus asks, turning to smile at him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah." He traces Orpheus's cheekbones, then starts to smile. "You haven't posed for me for a long time. I've just been drawing you from memory."

[golden_lyre]

"How's your memory?" Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"In need of refreshing, I think." He kisses Orpheus's forehead and gets out of bed to get his sketchbook and pencils.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smirks and stretches out on the bed.

"Where do you keep these sketches while you're on the front?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve doesn't say anything as he sits cross-legged on the bed.

"I keep a few in my map case," he says quietly as he flips to a blank page. "But most of them stay here."

[golden_lyre]

"And the ones you do on the front?" Orpheus asks softly, nudging Steve's leg with his toes. "Do those go in the map case?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods. "They tend to be a bit abstract."

[golden_lyre]

"Abstract how?" Orpheus asks, tucking his arms under his head.


[ooc: Bedtime.]