[OOM: Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

In the past twelve hours, Steve has been dressed for exactly two of them. he and Orpheus have slept, lounged, talked, necked (and more, wink wink), ate and slept some more. He's listened to Orpheus hum and even sing a little, and he's watched Orpheus sleep and stroked his hair, and felt equally happy doing both.

This has been one of the ... best days of Steve's life.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That's true."

He studies the camera, its tiny buttons and wee outlets. "Where do the photos come from?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shrugs. "It's digital."

Which is as good as saying he has no idea.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Can't we print them somehow? I'd like to have a paper copy to refer to if I'm going to paint this again."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, we can," Orpheus says, though he's not exactly sure how.

"I'll have to ask some people."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thank you."

Steve puts the phone aside and brushes Orpheus's hair back from his face. "You can move now. It should be dry, and even if it's not we've got the pictures.

"You make a beautiful canvas."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles, turning onto his side to look at Steve.

"You did beautiful things with it."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve curls an arm around Orpheus's head and leans their foreheads together.

"It's funny. I'm sore, I'm sticky, I smell terrible...I don't think I've been this happy in my entire life."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh. He kisses Steve briefly and pulls back a bit.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve frowns for a moment, then simply nods and gets out of bed.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus watches him a moment before getting out of bed himself and heading for the bathroom.

He wants to be able to say something to reassure Steve, but he has nothing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks at some dried semen on his stomach. "I feel like a French postcard."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles at that, moving to turn on the shower. "You'd make a very enticing one."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smirks at him and strikes a bodybuilder pose.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and moves to kiss him.

"I wouldn't quit my day job if I were you, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses him back. "Wouldn't, anyway."

He gets into the shower.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus steps in after him. "Because you're a hero."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Because the only person I want to see me naked is you."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus curls his arms around Steve and kisses the back of his neck, pressing himself against Steve's back and resting his head against Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve lays his hand over Orpheus's. "Orpheus? Sweetheart?"

[golden_lyre]

"Hm?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I feel like there's a lot you're not saying."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus presses his palm flat against Steve's chest, leaning his forehead against Steve's spine.

"If there is," he says after a moment, "it's because I don't know how to say it."

Which is, in itself, a very difficult thing for him to admit.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve breathes slowly, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by Orpheus.

"Can you sing it to me?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus murmurs. "I...I don't know what it is."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns and takes Orpheus's face in his hands to kiss him. "It's big and it's warm and it's scary and it's wonderful," Steve says quietly, "and every time I look at you it gets bigger and scarier until it fills me up. And when I'm away from you, it scratches at me, wanting to get back to you, and it's not happy until I'm with you again."