RP: Logan Hawke (NSFW down below)

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"Not real. Having a nervous breakdown. And that's fine. It'll be completely fine." Anders felt like he weighed an extra thirty pounds, which wasn't far wrong with how much pond water his clothes had absorbed. He shivered as he approached the looming archway slowly, eyes wide.

The stone felt so real, the grit of mortar flaking under his fingernail, and he trailed his hand along it as he climbed a set of stairs up onto what were... walls. Battlements? The crenelations were the... castle-shaped things at the top?

He'd been playing fantasy games for years and he had no bloody idea.

It was colder as the wind whistled over him, and he huddled, arms going around himself. "Maker save me, I'm going to freeze to death in a hallucination." He kept walking, trying to chafe warmth back into his skin.

The tingling was uncomfortable, like pins and needles, but hot, and trying to get out, which wasn't exactly how he'd ever heard hypothermia described before, so that was a relief. He had to stop and lean against the wall as a violent shudder overtook him.

All of a sudden he was hot, far too hot and he held his hands away from his face, watching his clothes send curls of steam into the air. "Well, fantastic. My fucking fingers are on fire." He just stared in fascination at the licks of yellow-orange flames that limned his hands.

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[serhealsalot_fadewalk]

"They're the folds and valleys in the cerebral cortex of the human brain, which isn't something you care the least bit about." Anders' eyes fluttered shut as Logan's fingers combed into his hair, and the opened again a moment later. "So on a scale of velociraptor attack to Tinkerbell kidnaps you to save Neverland, where would you put what's happening now on the scale of unexpected?" A scale that was also made up of impossible things.

This still didn't seem real.

Anders lifted his hand reached over to trace the lettering on Logan's shirt, thinking of his matching one. If lost, well this sort of counted? And here he was, returned safely (relatively) to Hawke.

[modernhawke]

"Uh...Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent finally admit they have the hots for each other and make out?" That was about the level of incredulity Logan was at right now.

...Except that sounded like he was comparing the two of them to Superman and Batman, and he wasn't entirely sure that sent the right message. He cleared his throat. "Not that - we're - quite that cool, but...you know what I mean." He looked down, feeling his face go hot.

He went very still when Anders reached out to touch his shirt, breathing shallowly so as to not disturb him. This was driving him mad, the need to touch, the way Anders hand was right there on his chest and his face had such a contemplative look, one that Logan didn't quite understand, but wanted to, very badly.

He trembled slightly and sat on his free hand to prevent himself from bodily hauling Anders into his lap.

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"Well, you might be Clark Kentish, but I'm no Bruce Wayne." That honestly was meant as a compliment and Anders wrinkled his nose at how it sounded. His smile was a little sly as he shifted his focus back up to Logan's face. "You think I'm hot." There was a little lilt, a little tease in that, but not much question.

His hand flattened on Logan's chest, over his heart, long clever fingers splayed out, palm warm and flush against his shirt. Not pushing, just pressing. Maker, he was muscular, thick and strong, and Anders had to resist the impulse to pet him. It was really, really hard.

[modernhawke]

"I do - have the glasses, at least." Logan glanced down at his chest where he'd rehooked them into his shirt after taking off his hoodie to hand to Anders.

"I-" he started, and his breath hitched when Anders pressed his whole hand to Logan's chest. "God, yes," he groaned in frustration. "I thought you were hot before I even knew what you looked like, Anders, and now--" He yanked his hand out from under his leg and ran his fingers through his curls abruptly, inhaling shakily. It was painfully obvious how attracted to him Logan really was, from the way his eyes kept darting over Anders' face and lips and the fact that Logan was practically twitching to keep from touching him. Also incredibly embarrassing, but Logan couldn't stop. Anders had to know... "You are quite possibly the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need you to stop me before I do something drastic here like...kiss you for hours."

His lips quirked, but judging by his tone, he was perfectly serious.

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"You're relying on my executive function to keep us from drastic behavior?" Anders slid his hand up to Hawke's broad shoulder and then cupped the side of his neck, brushed his thumb along the edge of his jaw. "I was dumped in a freezing pond and then set myself on fire."

He wet his lips as Logan's eyes darted to them, and smiled crookedly. "Which is to say, I don't think I want to stop you from doing something drastic."

[modernhawke]

Logan drew in a breath, curving his head towards Anders hand where it lingered on his neck and jaw. His skin felt like it was on fire where Anders was touching him, and he most definitely did not want him to ever stop.

"Now you tell me," he huffed, reaching to hook his fingers in the front of his hoodie and tug Anders towards him. He cupped his cheek and leaned forward and pressed his lips to Anders', tentative, just the barest hint of pressure really, before he moved back a fraction and waited for Anders to pull away. And he would, wouldn't he? Logan was definitely dreaming or making this shit up. He held his breath.

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Anders went willingly when Logan pulled him forward, eyelashes dipping, but eyes staying on him as he came closer to kiss. He got a little crease between his brows at the tiny press, eyes shifting rapidly over Logan's face.

Had he changed his mind? Anders felt like he was going to go mad, hovering there, and with a surge, he clasped both his hands to Hawke's head, and kisses him hard, lips parted, mouth warm and wet, practically pleading. A gentle lap of his tongue on Logan's lower lip, another along the seam, and then he drew back, cheeks flushed bright.

Too much? Please all the gods in all the world, please let him not have come on too strong.

[modernhawke]

Logan gasped, the remaining air from the breath he still hadn't let out escaping his lungs all at once as Anders kissed him, and he leaned in greedily, lips parted, pressing, lingering, hungry, and this time when Anders drew back Logan let out a needy mewl of protest. He fisted his hand in the front of the hoodie and tugged him back, hard, leaning forward to kiss him again, and again. They were brief, at first, sloppy, because it had been years since Logan had kissed anyone. He was sure he seemed out of practice, inept even, but he couldn't bring himself to stop or care, because it was Anders, and he had wanted to kiss him for so damn long.

His other hand reached around Anders' waist and spread against the small of his back, encouraging him closer, and then Logan tilted his head just slightly and oh, that was it, the slide of their lips together smooth and right and sure and Logan parted his mouth to touch the tip of his tongue to the center of Anders' upper lip.

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Anders didn't care how messy it was, it was perfect. Logan was perfect.

The moment it turned good though, when Logan's hand nudged him closer, and their mouths found the rhythm, and he felt the tender touch of that tongue, Anders let out a shaky moan. It was loud enough he startled himself, eyes widening, blush deepening, but he wasn't going to stop for a little thing like embarrassment, not now.

He parted his lips, flicked his tongue across the tip of Logan's, and slid his hand around to the back of his head to urge him on. His other hand found Logan's stomach, pressing his hand against the hard muscle there the same way he had to his chest.

[modernhawke]

Logan was on fire, heat blossoming at every point on his body where Anders touched him; it spread across his skin, settled in the pit of his stomach and lower still. And that moan, god, he was undone. It was everything, it was Anders in his arms, touching him, kissing him, wanting him back, and Logan wanted more, wanted to lose himself in Anders' mouth and never be found.

He gripped him tighter, pulling Anders flush to his chest, and their noses brushed as Logan parted his lips further and slipped his tongue in Anders' mouth, sliding greedily into the damp warmth and tangling with Anders' tongue.

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When Logan pulled him even closer, Anders shifted round and straddled his lap, long legs letting him kneel on either side of Logan's hips. He grinned as he settled across his thighs, still kissing, slick tongue licking into Hawke's willing mouth.

He pulled back just enough to breath and whisper, "Shit, Logan, how-- how is this even happening?" He kissed him again, both hands sliding up his chest and then around his neck. Whatever the fuck was going on with falling into ponds in the dark, finding empty castles, having magic, this was exactly where he wanted to be.

[modernhawke]

Logan inhaled, more a gasp than anything, when Anders settled into his lap, and his hand still wrapped up in the hoodie fell to grasp at Anders' waist, strong fingers biting into the extra fabric and gripping hard.

"Fuck, Anders, I don't - I don't even care, love, I just..." His voice was low with arousal, surprisingly deep and growly, and he ground his hips up against Anders' welcome weight in his lap. "...need you..." He tilted his head back and let Anders do whatever he wanted to his mouth, gasped, "want you, fuck" and it wasn't just Anders who babbled because Logan was sure he was talking too much but god, he wanted so much and he wanted Anders to know how much he wanted him, and he didn't give a shit about magic or castles or anything else at the moment.

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When Logan said the word 'love' Anders gave a soft exhalation, not quite a gasp or a sigh. It was like it made his heart too large and he didn't have that much room in his chest for breath anymore. He tipped Logan's head back further, licked into his mouth again, rocking his hips in subtle shifts as he did.

It wasn't enough, between his damp pants and Logan's jeans, it was more tease than anything, but even that was good, because it was Logan under him as he wriggled and rutted.

"God, Logan, how can you be so perfect? You're like a dream." He left his mouth, to kiss his jawline, his perfect throat. "Please don't let this be a dream."

[modernhawke]

Logan leaned his head back at Anders' guidance, exposing the line of his throat more, and opened his mouth to meet Anders' tongue with his own. All of it, the kissing, the friction between their hips, Anders' fucking ridiculously fantastic legs squeezed tight around him, it was simultaneously too much and not enough and Logan was reduced to soft, breathy, needy noises spilling from his lips unstaunched.

"I swear I'm - I'm not a dream, just - just promise me you aren't, because I don't think I could stand it."

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"Not a dream. You know how long I've laid awake thinking about this?" Anders drew Logan's lower lip through his teeth, sucking lightly to ease any sting. "I haven't even kissed anyone since the first time I heard your voice in chat."

He rucked Logan's shirt up, let his hands skim over hot skin. His own skin was tingling, an electric ache. "If we wake up, you promise me you'll ask for my number, tell me the truth?"

[modernhawke]

"No..." Logan mumbled, when Anders released his lip. "Seriously? You didn't...?" He groaned, reaching around to knead at Anders' ass with the hand that had been on his hip, his other hand brushing fingers over Anders' brow and down his face, tracing the line of his jaw and the curve of his throat and dipping inside the hoodie to brush over the muscles of Anders's shoulder.

"Anything," he said breathlessly to the request. "I swear. I'll - I'll tell you, Anders. I've wanted you for so long, I was just scared, but I'm not anymore, I'm not..." He pressed an open-mouthed kiss over Anders' pulse.

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"Nobody, Logan. It hasn't been anybody but you for ages." Anders ran his hands up Logan's sides, under his shirt, over his ribs. One hand climbed higher so that his thumbnail could scrape his nipple.

He bent his head to lick Hawke's earlobe and then murmur, "It's a little forward for a first date, especially when I never got that dinner, but I kind want to suck you off on the floor of the great hall of an imaginary castle."

[modernhawke]

Logan bucked his hips up against Anders with a low hiss at that. He looked utterly wrecked, pupils blown wide with desire, lips dark and kiss-swollen. He framed Anders' face with both his big, coarse hands and kissed him, tongue encouraging Anders to open his mouth to him and then licking inside.

He pulled back with a wet noise and pressed kisses all over his face, from his chin to his cheek to his brow and back down the other side before he kissed the tip of his nose repeatedly.

"You are going to kill me," he growled, low and wanting.

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"God, I hope not, sweetheart. I just found you." Anders smirked as Logan kissed his nose, eyes crossing just a little. He rocked his hips in a gentle roll, eyes fluttering closed and a breathy noise in his throat.

His hands drew slow, soothing circles on Logan's sides, humming softly as he leaned down for another, slow, savouring kiss. "What am I going to do with you, love?"

[modernhawke]

Logan made a choked noise at the first endearment, too distracted by it to give any kind of sarcastic response to Anders' smirk. His hands fell to Anders' waist, and then he wrapped both arms around him firmly and held him close. He closed his eyes at the kiss, and then opened them again when Anders spoke once more, and stared, blue eyes going wide.

"Say that..." his voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "You can start by calling me that again," he mumbled, with some wonder.

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"What, sweetheart?" Anders smirked again, but his eyes were adoring, liquid honey in the firelight and his hands never stopped caressing underneath Logan's shirt. "Or love?" He circled his arms around Logan's middle and pressed his face into his neck, hunched in his lap.

"Because I do, you know? Have for a long time. Loved you I mean. And don't laugh just because we'd never met, okay?" He squeezed a little tighter.

[modernhawke]

Logan ran a hand over the back of Anders' head soothingly and then brushed through the fine hairs on the nape of his neck.

"Laugh at you?" he wondered, and his voice was soft, more gentle than it had been yet. "Never." He tilted his head to kiss what part of Anders' face he could reach, which ended up being just above his jawline.

"I've been in love with you for almost as long as we've known each other, you silly man."

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"I'm the silly one? Have you seen your shirt, Hawke?" Anders started laughing softly, against Logan's neck, and then sat slowly back, trying not to grin too widely.

"I guess you can't really be blamed for it, but you're wearing it." He kissed Logan on the forehead and then shifted on his knees with a grimace. "We should find a floor that isn't stone. Or, hell, a bed, to continue this discussion about love and silliness and what we do when we wake up and find out this was all just a dream."

[modernhawke]

Logan stuck out his tongue around the sappy simile on his face. "T-shirts under hoodies are generally not meant to be seen, love."

His hands dropped to rub at Anders' sides gently and he made a face when Anders looked pained. "All right. You can't be very comfortable." He looked around the cavernous room around them again and hummed. "That could take a while, though. This place is huge."

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Anders followed Logan's glance around the hall and then arched into him, rubbing his face like a cat's against his shoulder before levering himself to his feet. He held out a hand to help pull the larger man up. "It would be smart to try to figure out where we are, and if anyone else is here."

He tilted his head a little sideways giving Logan a glance that was both bashful and appreciative. "And I wasn't kidding about finding a bed." He was tryimg hard not to be presumptive or overly forward but the things he wanted that he never thought he'd have? And he had this nagging doubt still firmly in his chest that this was the only chance he'd ever get.