[Milliways]: Breaking the dry spell

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus is trying very hard not to just drag Steve up the stairs to their room. Despite having been waiting in the bar, he hasn't been spending much time here at all. It made him think far too much of Steve, and the drawings Steve had left for him didn't really help on that score.

He manages to restrain himself, though, as he unlocks the door.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve presses his head against Orpheus's shoulder.

"Can we promise each other something?" he says softly.

[golden_lyre]

"What do you want to promise?" Orpheus asks quietly.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"That we'll always talk about things," Steve says, his fingers still combing slowly through Orpheus's hair. "No secrets, no hiding things. We'll tell each other everything--stupid things, big things, small things. All of it."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "What if there are things we...can't talk about?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve turns to look at him, and holds Orpheus's face gently in his palm. "Except for that one area," he says. "But everything else?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus swallows and closes his eyes, leaning into Steve's hand. When he opens them, he nods. "All right."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses his forehead.

It's disappointing, really, that even now Orpheus can't share that pain with him--or the joy that must have come before--but Steve supposes he's gotten enough miracles for the day.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus can't even really talk about it with Apollo. And he does mean to try with Steve, at least.

He closes his eyes again, tucking his head against Steve's shoulder.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve wraps himself around Orpheus this time.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hums softly, pressing a kiss to Steve's throat.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles and moves his fingers through the hair at the back of Orpheus's neck.

[golden_lyre]

After a moment, Orpheus murmurs, "I prayed for you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You did?" Steve whispers, pleased.

[golden_lyre]

"Of course," Orpheus says, like that should have been obvious. "For your safety and for your victory."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I love that about you." He kisses Orpheus sweetly.

[golden_lyre]

"What?" Orpheus asks, stroking his cheek.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Your faith. Well, I guess it's not exactly faith since you know the gods personally, but your--belief in them. I love that."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans back a little to look at him. "What do you believe in, my love?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve smiles. "Oh, darlin', that's a long list.

"But it starts with 'you.'"

[golden_lyre]

"It starts with me? That's...a lot to live up to."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve shakes his head and gently kisses him. "You've already proven yourself."

[golden_lyre]

"And you're sure there will be no more tests?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"No," Steve says honestly, "but that's life, isn't it?"

[golden_lyre]

"Yes. And that's why it's a lot to live up to."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Orpheus," Steve says, taking Orpheus's face in his hands again, "I wouldn't love you if I didn't believe in you."