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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus has every confidence that Steve will do amazingly well. He walks Steve through the basics before swimming out with him to see how he does.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swims out confidently, and watches the other surfers as they wait for a good wave.

It's not long before one comes along, and Steve stands up on his board.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gets up as well, impressed but not surprised by Steve's ability.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs with genuine delight as he catches the wave and it carries him along its crest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins as he watches Steve, and when they reach the shore, he asks, "Well?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's like--like--" He shakes his head, unable to find an apt comparison. "Like how I've always thought riding roller coasters would be.

"Let's find a big wave!"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and moves to kiss Steve.

"Yeah, let's."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Well, he can wait a minute or two if there's kissin' to be had.

The waves roll gently beneath their boards as Steve holds Orpheus by the back of his neck and kisses him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles against his lips, resting a hand on Steve's chest.

After a moment, he says, "Waves are waiting, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes," Steve murmurs, "waves."

HE pulls back reluctantly.

[golden_lyre]

"After, we can go back to the hotel," he offers, giving Steve one last quick kiss.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It would probably be smart to sleep through the heat of the day," Steve says solemnly, and lies down to paddles to the next wave.

[golden_lyre]

"Who said anything about sleep?" Orpheus says, paddling out after him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs--but it doesn't distract him from getting ready for the next wave.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums a little this time to make the wave grow a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve is undaunted!

Though as the wave grows he gives a worried glance at Orpheus and calls, "Maybe you sit this one out?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, shaking his head. "I'll be fine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay," Steve says and gets to his feet as the wave rolls under them.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sings it in perfectly for both of them.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps an eye on Orpheus even as the wave bears them inland.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus manages it perfectly well all the way in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Which is good. Great, even.

Steve still keeps an eye on him as they surf.

[golden_lyre]

And Orpheus continues to do just fine. Even the once or twice that he wipes out, he comes up easily, grinning as he shakes the water out of his face.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The second time that happens, Steve dives in after him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs as he surfaces, clinging to his board. "What's wrong, lovely?"