OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his arm around Orpheus until they're well into the apartment. "Keep me company in the kitchen?" he says, sliding his fingers just above the waistband of Orpheus's jeans.


[ooc: Adult shenanigans within.]

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[golden_lyre]

"Good to know TV is good for something," he answers dryly, taking another drink and then carefully setting the bottle away from him.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's making me adventurous," Steve says. "I never would have thought about fruit in a salad that wasn't a fruit salad before."


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles a bit. "Oh, yes. Fruit in a salad is living on the edge..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's a whole new world," Steve replies with a smirk.

[golden_lyre]

"So I've heard," he says, leaning back on his hands to watch Steve work.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a coy look through his lashes and resumes cutting the meat into thin slices.

"Ouzo probably will taste good with this," he says. "Otherwise, red wine."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances over at the bottle. "Wine is probably better," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"D'you wanna open a bottle? Let it breathe a little?"

[golden_lyre]

"Sure," he says, sliding off the counter to find a bottle and a corkscrew.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him a moment, then goes to wash his hands and get a pan on the stove.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works quietly, opening the bottle and setting it on the counter. He moves then to slide up behind Steve, slipping his arms around Steve's waist and pressing his cheek to Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at Orpheus over his shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," he says quietly. "I don't know what to say."

He suspects that Steve will eventually understand, but he's still too young yet to know what it means to have everyone who touches your life eventually die on you, one way or another.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay."

The meat sizzles in the pan.

"Do you want to sing about it?"

[golden_lyre]

"I don't want to put that on you," he murmurs, nuzzling Steve's shoulder a little.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay, honey," Steve murmurs.

"I need to get the rest of the salad ready while this cooks."

[golden_lyre]

"Does that mean I have to let you go?" Orpheus teases.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Well, if you really want me to drag you around the kitchen I will." He moves toward the fridge.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shuffles along behind him, smiling against his shoulder. "You're warm and comfortable," he says. "Solid."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you, honey." He takes Orpheus's hand a moment to kiss his palm, and then gets the vegetables out of the fridge.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses a kiss to his shoulder. "You're welcome," he murmurs, a little amused.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tugs Orpheus to the sink to wash the vegetables.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly as he shuffles behind.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smirks and starts humming as he gets out a clean cutting board.


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nuzzles the back of his neck. "Are you going to sing to me, lovely?"