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]

"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."

[golden_lyre]

"I promise not to risk my life while you're gone," Orpheus says.

It's a promise he can very easily make.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Can you promise to stay out of trouble?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," Orpheus says honestly. "That isn't always up to me."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Will you promise to try?"

[golden_lyre]

"Do you want me not to have any fun at all?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I want you," Steve says deliberately, "to not be a bear or a bird or a sea cucumber or a patch of flowers when I come back."

[golden_lyre]

"I will do my best, lovely, to be nothing but myself when I see you again."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve purses his lips, then kisses him. "All right."