thekidfrombrooklyn | (no subject)

Orpheus hasn't been back to Australia in a while, but it had seemed like it would fit the bill for what Steve had wanted, and he liked the idea of seeing Steve in such a relaxed atmosphere.

(He liked the tan as well, among other things.)

"Warm enough, I hope," he says to Steve, turning to smile at him.

"I think this is the hottest I have ever been," Steve says sleepily. He cracks open one eye to smile at Orpheus. "Not that I'm complaining."

Orpheus grins at him. "I'm glad. I thought you'd like it."

"I really do." He brushes Orpheus's hand with his own.

Yes, he knows they can be open about their relationship here. He doesn't quite believe it yet.

Orpheus easily curls his fingers around Steve's.

"How do you feel about getting out on the water today?"

"I'm always game for a swim." He sits up and starts brushing sand off his legs. (None of the towels provided by their hotel are quite long enough for him, even though they grow 'em big in Australia.)

"I was thinking more of renting a couple boards," Orpheus says, pushing himself up as well.

"Oh," Steve says, surprised. "I don't know how to ride the waves, though--not like them." He nods to the surfers that dot the horizon.

"I'll teach you," Orpheus says, pulling himself to his feet and offering Steve a hand up.

Steve grins as he takes it and lets Orpheus pull him up. "You know how? Fantastic."

"I'm not an expert," Orpheus says with a shrug. "But I do pretty well."

It helps that he can sing the waves to go where he wants them if necessary.

"Show me." He takes both of Orpheus's hands and tugs him to the surfboard rental hut.

Orpheus laughs as they head for the hut. "Gladly, lovely."

He drops Orpheus's hands before they go far, but he stays close. The very observant may find the way he stands beside Orpheus possessive.

Orpheus finds he doesn't mind that as much as he thinks he should. When they get to the hut, he negotiates them the rental of two boards and heads out for the water.

Steve carries the boards with ease.

"These are smaller than the ones I saw kids riding in California."

"It's been a while since the ones you saw," Orpheus points out.

"It's not like they're phones with cameras in them," says Steve. "They're boards. How much of a difference could it make?"

"Ask somebody who understands physics," Orpheus says with a laugh, taking his board when they reach the water.

"I'm worried I'm going to break this thing." Steve examines his board.

"It's sturdier than it looks," Orpheus assures him. "Just don't...punch it or anything."

"Only if it punches me first." He flashes a smile at Orpheus.

...it's possible he's trying very, very hard to make up for falling apart on Orpheus after Bucky's death.

...very, very possible.

[ooc: Aaaaand "Surfer Girl" comes up on iTunes. Hiliarious.]

Orpheus would tell him he has nothing to make up for.

"Even if it does, I wouldn't. We'll lose our deposit," Orpheus says with a chuckle.

"Point taken.

"What do we do first?"

"Well, first we teach you to balance," Orpheus says.

[ooc: In which I handwave a whole lot due to knowing nothing at all about surfing.]