OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has had a busy day--busier than he anticipated, in fact, and he'd rather go back to base fresh than worn out.

And he has the key Orpheus gave him.

So it's one supersoldier, one sleepy shower and a solid eight hours later, who's asleep in Orpheus's bed.



[ooc: Adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is decidedly damper than usual when he comes upstairs to his room.

Damp enough that he's actually dripping all over the floor, in fact, his clothes utterly soaked.

His guitar is in one hand, held well away from him as he comes into the room. It isn't actually wood, but he's feeling rather protective of it at the moment.

He stops when he sees Steve, and it takes him a moment to realize why there's someone in his bed. When he does, he smiles and sets his guitar aside.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rolls over, muttering, and burrows into the pillow.

[golden_lyre]

Clearly, Orpheus has a decision to make. He can do the responsible thing and get rid of his clothes and keep the bed dry, or he can just pounce Steve as he is.





Commence pouncing in three... two... one...

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve yelps, abruptly and irrevocably awake, when he's suddenly underneath a wet Orpheus-shaped assailant.

He flips Orpheus onto his back, hands on Orpheus's chest.

"Not your wisest decision ever, music man."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus grins up at him. "Seems to have worked out pretty well so far."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Just be glad I knew it was you."

He kisses Orpheus, letting his body settle on top of Orpheus's.

"You're soaked," he adds after a moment.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wraps his arms around Steve.

"Yeah, I...had a little run-in with Aphrodite..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve raises his eyebrows. "That doesn't sound good."

[golden_lyre]

"Well, I...wasn't as polite as I probably should have been, and she kind of...turned me into a sea cucumber."

Which wasn't even the worst of it, if you ask Orpheus. The worst of it was that she touched his guitar.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, darlin'," Steve says and kisses him again.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus had been all set to be grumpy and pouty when he came upstairs, but he's finding it rather difficult at the moment.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve would say that's one of the things having a lover is for.

He'd say it, but he's busy kissing right now.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is pretty happy to stick with that plan.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

After a few minutes Steve whispers, "We need to get you out of these wet things," with a naughty look in his eye.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, that was kind of the idea in coming up here," Orpheus agrees, smirking.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls off Orpheus's shirt.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' skin is a bit clammy underneath. He takes the shirt from Steve and drops it to the floor with a wet slopping noise.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Get these off too," Steve murmurs, undoing his trousers, "and we can do some of that body heat thing to warm you up."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus struggles to get out of his wet jeans as they cling to his skin. "That body heat thing, hm?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Two naked bodies," Steve says, peeling off the wet jeans.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, I remember how it works," Orpheus says, kicking his jeans aside as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his hip and shoves the wet jeans onto the floor, and then pushes off the sweat pants he slept in and wraps himself around Orpheus.

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, that's definitely better," Orpheus murmurs, arms curling around Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve rubs Orpheus's arms and back, and tucks his feet against Orpheus's calves.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles. "You're warm, lovely."