thekidfrombrooklyn | Entries tagged with orpheus

Steve wanted someplace warm, so Orpheus delivered Australia. Steve considered himself a fairly seasoned traveler, since he'd been to one end of the States to the other and seen as much of Europe as a man could in wartime--but Australia is like no place else. Ancient and mysterious while open and friendly, starkly beautiful in some places and overflowing with nature in others.

Best of all, there's no shortage of warmth.

Steve has acquired a decent tan on his pale Irish skin, a basic understanding of the Australian accent, and a reputation among other tourists of always winning the drinking contests.

[ooc: Adult content warning.]

Steve manages to get up the stairs without stumbling too much, and to their door without falling over his own feet.

The drinks he takes from the bottle don't help.

When they get to their door, he leans on the wall to stay upright while Orpheus gets his key.

"Used ta be a lightweight," he tells the wallpaper.

Sometimes Steve stops and thinks about how strange it is to have someone in your life who quickly became so necessary, so vital.

Sometimes he just appreciates the fact that he has someone like that, that he is someone like that, and that this someone comes so willingly into his arms.

It's a strange feeling sometimes. It's a good feeling, always.

He closes the door to their room and leans back against it, watching Orpheus, a faint smile on his lips.

[ooc: Pre-emptive adult content warning.]

After all the ups and downs and adrenaline rushes of the day, one hopes Steve can be forgiven for pushes Orpheus against the door as soon as its closed and kissing him senseless.

[ooc: Contains adult content, and lots of it.]

Steve has Orpheus.

Steve has pie.

Steve doesn't know which one he wants to eat first.

... this is the dirtiest thing Steve has ever thought.

Current Mood: naughty

Steve puts down his cup so he can hang his jacket, grab some towels and take off his damp clothes.

"Sorry about that, down by the lake," he says again. "I've spent enough time in the woods lately that they shouldn't seem strange to me."

It's true that Steve wants a shower. He's grimy and sooty and fairly certain he smells like cordite.

It's also true that Steve would like to go swimming tonight, because while the days are still mild the nights are growing cooler, and it's a good bet bad weather isn't far away.

What happens between those...well.

[ooc: Pre-emptive adult content warning.]

Picnic basket in hand, Steve goes looking for Orpheus. He's got a romantic evening planned--all he needs is one immortal musician.

He comes up behind Orpheus and slides his arm across Orpheus's chest, dropping a kiss on his ear. "Hey, music man."

Steve does not hustle Orpheus upstairs.

This is not to say he doesn't have plans. The way his hand lingers on the small of Orpheus's back is practically suggestive.

[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

Current Mood: naughty

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.]

The record label is putting Orpheus up for the night in a hotel near Central Park. No one looks twice when Orpheus is accompanied by the young man in a striped suit, not that questions would drive Steve from Orpheus's side anyway.

There's champagne and a fruit basket from the hotel, and once Steve has put the LP safely with his luggage, he snags an apple--the food at the party was good but tiny, and he's hungry again--and gets comfortable on the brocade couch as he has a bite and loosens his tie.

It's been something of an overwhelming night.

[ooc: Adult content within.]

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.]

[Previously.]

Steve's hand hovers over the small of Orpheus's back as they go upstairs to his room. He's still not sure what happened earlier, when they tried dancing, but the more important thing is that Orpheus is hurting and it's within Steve's power to help. Maybe even make him feel better.

This, he thinks, is what you do when you care about someone. Two backs to carry the burdens.

"Do you need help undressing?" he asks when they're in Orpheus's room.

[Previously.]

No sketchbook this time to ease their way with each other. No melancholy, either, and Orpheus is steady on his feet as they climb the stairs.

Steve thinks idly that he should get a room of his own sometime. Meantime, he likes Orpheus's--the simplicity of it, the memories.

Especially the memories.

[ooc: Adult content within.]

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