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]

"Well, I don't have to hurry back, of course...so I'm thinkin', do you want to spend the day in bed again?"

He bites his lip hopefully.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles. "Yeah, I think I could handle that."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve beams and kisses him.

"Do they do room service here? I need breakfast."

[golden_lyre]

"I don't know," Orpheus admits. "I've never tried."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"There's no phone hidden away, is there?"

[golden_lyre]

"Um...on the desk, I think," Orpheus says. He's never actually used it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve drops a kiss on Orpheus's forehead and climbs out of bed to find the phone.

"It's ringing, anyway," he tells Orpheus after he's dialed.

[golden_lyre]

"Well that's a good start," Orpheus says, laughing, shifting on his side to watch Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Someone finally picks up, but when Steve says, "Uh, hi?" the response is not what he expected.

"They're just saying a bunch of numbers," Steve tells Orpheus with a frown, and hangs up.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sighs. "Then I guess one of us is going to have to go down."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'll do it. You stay warm." He picks up his sweats from the floor. "Any requests?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus shakes his head, smirking. "Something American."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls on his T-shirt. "I know just the thing."

He quickly laces his sneakers, gives Orpheus another kiss, grabs his key and hurries out.


He's back in a few minutes with two covered trays and a carafe of coffee. "Biscuits and gravy," he announces as he shuts the door with his foot.

[golden_lyre]

While he was gone, Orpheus got up to get his wet clothes off the floor. He was still in the bathroom, finishing wringing them out and hanging them up in the bathroom when Steve got back, and he came out laughing.

"Very American indeed."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins as he sets the trays down. "It was this or shit on a shingle, and I'm sick of that already."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus opens his mouth to ask, then shuts it again, shaking his head.

"No, I don't want to know."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's basically this, but with toast instead of biscuits, and usually served with a slice of cantaloupe."

He sits on the bed and uncovers the trays, like it's a picnic.

"I got us sliced peaches, instead."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus moves to find himself a pair of pants to pull on. (There are places he really does not want to get gravy.)

"Peaches are definitely good," Orpheus says, moving to join Steve on the bed.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve unscrews the top and bottom of the carafe to make plastic cups, and pours them both coffee.

"I skipped the hash browns, though. Seemed too greasy for a day like today."

[golden_lyre]

"I think I can live without hash browns."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tucks his cup against his foot and picks up his plate and fork. "Me too.

"Well. Dig in."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus sits back with his plate, setting his coffee on the nightstand.

"Not a bad choice," he says as he starts in.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Thanks. I'm not sure about your feelings toward pancakes so this was the next most American thing I could think of."

[golden_lyre]

"I haven't made my mind up on pancakes yet," Orpheus says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You really should. Especially with blueberries."