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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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve nods against his shoulder. "I worked out a lot yesterday and wanted to sleep before I went home."

[golden_lyre]

"You worked out enough to need sleep? Is the gym still intact?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "I did, and it is. I learned earth bending with Bolin and lifted weights with Invincible. I sparred with Bucky, Shephard and X-23, and I met a fella who I think wanted to eat my hair, and there was a talking pony...

"It was a very busy day. Mashed my nose against the wall pretty hard at one point." He touches it gingerly. "It's fine now."

[golden_lyre]

"I only know one of those people," Orpheus remarks, reaching up to gently touch Steve's nose as well.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"For the most part, they're pretty great people. I'm not so sure about the guy who kept looking at my hair." He wrinkles his nose under Orpheus's fingers.

[golden_lyre]

"It is pretty great hair," Orpheus says, moving his fingers from Steve's nose to his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses Orpheus's wrist. "It's not bad."

[golden_lyre]

"It's beautiful," Orpheus says. "Just like the rest of you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve says in an affectionate "oh, you" kind of way, and hugs Orpheus to him.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs and kisses his cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve strokes Orpheus's face, gazing at him thoughtfully.

"I talked to Bucky about you," he says finally. "Told him why he doesn't need to worry."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus' lips twitch in amusement. "And why is that?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"He was afraid I'm only with you because your music forces me. I told him it doesn't."

[golden_lyre]

"Ah." Well, that makes some sort of sense, he supposes.

"And do you think he believed you?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Of course he does."

[golden_lyre]

"He didn't think you were saying it because I had you under some kind of spell?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says with a slight eye-roll. "I explained how it works. How your music is you."

[golden_lyre]

"You should play him your song," Orpheus suggests. It is much better at expressing what he feels than he is, he thinks.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I will," Steve says and kisses his chest. "I need to get a record player."

[golden_lyre]

"Someone must have one around you," Orpheus muses.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'm sure someone does. I haven't asked. Other things on my mind."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "I can imagine."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve leans their foreheads together and plays with the hair at the back of Orpheus's head.

"You'll take care of yourself while I'm gone, won't you?" he says quietly.

[golden_lyre]

"Don't I always?" Orpheus asks, ignoring the fact that his hair is still a little damp from his trip to the trilobite tank.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says simply. "You don't."