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 chuckles. "I'm not complaining."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and washes himself quickly, keeping an eye on the pipes for leaks.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus lazily kisses over Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Clean yourself up, boyo," Steve admonishes him softly. "I want to get back into bed."

[golden_lyre]

"You're hogging the cloth," Orpheus says, taking it from him, to wash himself.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There are others," Steve says and gives Orpheus another kiss before heading back to the bedroom.

[golden_lyre]

"Why make more work for housekeeping?" Orpheus calls after him, cleaning himself quickly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Is there even housekeeping?" Steve ponders as he pulls on a pair of sweats. "I've never seen anything like a porter or a maid."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, I haven't been doing my own laundry," Orpheus points out, crawling into bed when he heads back into the room.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"True." Steve crawls in beside him and pulls the bedding over them. "I figured it was magic, like the Bar herself."

[golden_lyre]

"Could be, I guess," Orpheus says, wrapping his arms around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his mouth to Orpheus's hair. "But I'll try to keep them in mind anyway," he murmurs sleepily.

[golden_lyre]

"So thoughtful," Orpheus whispers, curling himself completely around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I try." He untangles his arm enough to turn out the light, and then curls into Orpheus's warmth. "Good night, love."

[golden_lyre]

"Good night, lovely," Orpheus murmurs.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his forehead and soon falls asleep.



At 3:33 a.m., he wakes up coughing.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus jerks awake when he does. "Wha?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve waves a hand at him, gasps, "It's nothing," and stumbles to the bathroom for some water.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve comes back a few minutes later and climbs into bed again. "Sorry," he whispers and gives Orpheus a quick kiss on his cheek. "Must've gotten colder than I thought."

[golden_lyre]

"Sure?" Orpheus murmurs, curling around him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah. Go back to sleep." He kisses Orpheus good night.

It takes him a while to relax enough to go back to sleep again himself.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is out again almost immediately.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

When the sun rises, Steve is already awake, eyes open, arm around Orpheus. He watches the window, expression thoughtful.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wakes with the sun as always, stretching slowly and smiling at Steve. "Mornin'..."