OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve manages to get up the stairs without stumbling too much, and to their door without falling over his own feet.

The drinks he takes from the bottle don't help.

When they get to their door, he leans on the wall to stay upright while Orpheus gets his key.

"Used ta be a lightweight," he tells the wallpaper.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Is it okay if all I want to do is sit on the beach and watch the ocean for a while?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, that's fine," Orpheus says quietly. "That's just fine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks."

Another pause, as Steve traces the divot between Orpheus's collarbones.

"Phillips is sweating Zola--was sweating Zola--for information when I left. We should have Schmidt's location before long."

And that means big things are coming, but he leaves that unspoken.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods.

"Stay with me as long as you need," is all he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks."

He idly draws a long spiral on Orpheus's chest with a fingertip.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides a hand slowly up Steve's arm.

"Of course," he whispers.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve says slowly, "If anything happens--if I don't come home--I want you to know you've made me happier than I ever expected to be. And that's... that's amazing to me. You're amazing."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus doesn't give him any of the meaningless platitudes of how he's going to come back and everything will be fine.

He just kisses Steve's forehead and says quietly, "Yeah, I...I feel the same."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Well.

That brings the first genuine smile to Steve's face in days.

He tucks his head against Orpheus's neck and whispers, "Good."

[golden_lyre]

"I'm glad you're staying with me," Orpheus murmurs, and he doesn't say, 'I always want you with me. I miss you when you're gone.'

But he thinks it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm glad you want me to."

[golden_lyre]

"Of course," Orpheus says, and he tilts Steve's face up to kiss him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back, cupping Orpheus's face in his palm.



[ooc: Thinking of calling this one "in which two grown men dance around the L-word like it's a sombrero."]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him slowly, fingers curled into Steve's hair.



[ooc: LOL, yes.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Now that initial anger has passed, Steve feels drained and sleepy and warm.

Some kissing is perfect for a mood like that.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus keeps his kisses slow and sweet, hands stroking over Steve's shoulders and back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Slow and sweet is good. Steve kisses him much more tenderly than he had earlier.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums against his lips, a sweet, comforting tune.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve slowly kisses Orpheus's throat, letting his lips linger where he can feel his voice vibrating.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles faintly.

After a moment, he asks, "Are you ready for sleep?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods.

"Being miserable is exhausting."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, it is," Orpheus agrees. He kisses Steve's forehead and moves to get out of the bed. "Let me clean you up first."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks," Steve murmurs, another true, though much smaller, smile crossing his lips.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes back a few moments later with a warm, wet cloth in his hand, and carefully cleans Steve's skin.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him through his lashes, sometimes looking up to meet Orpheus's eyes.