OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has Orpheus.

Steve has pie.

Steve doesn't know which one he wants to eat first.



... this is the dirtiest thing Steve has ever thought.

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is okay with either order, really. He kicks off his shoes when they reach their room, and settles in on a chair with his pie.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes off his boots too, and then perches himself on Orpheus's knee and takes his fork.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles at that, curling an arm around Steve's waist.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"How've you been doing?" Steve says as he feeds him a bite of pie.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles as he eats, his free hand resting on Steve's thigh.

"Not too bad. Things have been dying down a little."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Good. I'm glad." He cuts off another bite and holds it to Orpheus's mouth. "I wish there was a way to balance it, though. People to hear your music but not make life difficult."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs, taking the bite, fingers stroking over Steve's knee. "It will fade eventually, and I'll go back to how things were."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You really prefer that? Playing for people's spare change?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles and takes the fork from Steve to feed him a bite. "You make it sound like I was barely scraping by."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know you could afford the apartment," Steve says after he's chewed and swallowed. "And I suppose you'll never have to work again, if you don't want to."

[golden_lyre]

"No, probably not. Unless I give it all away." He reaches up to wipe a bit of pie from the corner of Steve's mouth with his thumb.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flicks out his tongue.

"Do you think you'd do that? Give it all away?" He takes the fork back.

[golden_lyre]

"Well...after the boat and stuff, maybe. I might as well. I'll still be getting royalties for a while."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The boat," Steve murmurs, smiling, and feed Orpheus another bite. "I love the thought of you on your boat."


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles as he chews and swallows. "Yeah? What do you think about being there too?"



[ooc: Goodnight!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You really want to see me with a tan, don't you?" Steve says and kisses him, licking the taste of cinnamon from his lips. "I want to be with you on your boat, at least sometimes."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his fingers into Steve's hair. "I just like the thought of being out there with you, no one else around for miles."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve feeds him another bite of pie. "We can be as loud as we want, make love on the deck if we want, swim naked in the ocean...

"Are you sure you wouldn't get bored with just the two of us?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes the fork from him as he chews, offering Steve another bite. "You know, I don't think I will," he says thoughtfully.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and eats the bite, and then kisses Orpheus again.

"I'll bring lots of paper," he whispers. "and pencils. Mustn't forget the pencils."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sets the fork down to slide his hand slowly over Steve's thigh. "You draw and I'll play and we can fuck whenever we want.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"We'll live on fish and sunshine," Steve murmurs, kissing him again, slower and longer.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes the pie from him and sets it aside, leaning up into the kiss.

"Sounds perfect, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're perfect," Steve whispers, sliding his hands up Orpheus's chest.

[golden_lyre]

"Nowhere near it," Orpheus murmurs, tugging up the hem of Steve's shirt.