OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

The Bar, for reasons best known to herself, has given Steve a room that could be a renovated warehouse loft in New York. There's exposed brick and lots of bookcases--which Steve has begun to fill--and a shelf for his record player and vinyl albums. The tall arched windows open to a view that could be Manhattan at nighttime, if you didn't know you were at the end of the universe. The bedding and upholstery are faded, Cape Cod-type shades of cream and red and blue, as if someone left them out in the sun during a long, lazy summer.

Steve gets another key from the bar and stands in front of the door for a few moments, breathing deeply, before he lets himself in.


[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Sometimes," Steve says as he finishes the last bandage, "I don't know what I want."

[golden_lyre]

"And the rest of the time?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"The rest of the time, I tell you." He holds Orpheus's hands to his mouth and starts the make-better kisses.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles at the gesture, free fingers stroking over Steve's cheek.

"We can find something to work for us."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I know we will." He kisses Orpheus's palms, too.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes. "You make me believe things I never would have before."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh?" murmurs Steve, the sound humming against Orpheus's wrist.

[golden_lyre]

"Didn't you know?" Orpheus breathes, opening his eyes to watch Steve's face.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You may have mentioned it once or twice before. I still like to hear you say it."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and leans toward him. "You make me believe in the future, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans closer too. "You make me at home in mine."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses his forehead to Steve's. "You make me believe I could be happy again. Truly happy and not just waiting to be miserable."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve closes his eyes. "You remind me I'm more than a symbol. More than a uniform. More than the fella who has to make all the hard decisions."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him softly. "You let me know there's a world beyond myself. A world with people in it, living their lives, having their hopes and heartbreaks and that they are worth sacrificing for."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You give me music," Steve whispers. "Such beautiful music. Until I met you I liked music enough but I let it just pass over me...now I feel it, I hear every word, I know what it's supposed to do for me and why it succeeds or fails."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses him again. "You remind me what music should do, not just what it can do."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Darlin'," Steve growls and kisses him hard, pushing him onto his back.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moans softly against his lips, arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve runs his hands over Orpheus's arms and chest.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs, his fingers tracing over Steve's back. "Every time we're apart, I feel like I have to learn your body all over again."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's all yours to study, honey," Steve murmurs as he kisses Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

"It is my favorite subject," Orpheus says, tilting his head back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just like yours is mine." He kisses down Orpheus's throat.

[golden_lyre]

"Be thorough," Orpheus murmurs, tugging at Steve's shirt.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pushes himself up so Orpheus can unbutton it easily.