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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[modernhawke]

At the forehead rubbing, Logan gave Anders an anxious look, bracing himself for him to inevitably say 'oh, I literally live 2000 miles from you' or something like.

And then he was snorting and almost laughing and mentioning Darktown of all places, and Logan didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry or...

"Oh my god, I'm going to murder Varric. Murder. Him. All this time, and he knew you were in the same city, and if he didn't know how I felt about you I'll, I'll... eat one of Carver's nasty sweaty hats."

He looked at Anders and dragged him closer, burying his face in Anders' shoulder and mumbling, "Oh my goddd."

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Anders' pressed Hawke closer, a hand on the back of his neck, the other against the small of his back. He was laughing softly now as Logan lamented into his shoulder, nodding, though that was mostly an excuse to rub his cheek against the close curls over his temple.

"I gave him my address when he had those shirts made months ago." He pressed a kiss to Logan's temple, then his ear. "Do you think he hates me as boyfriend material, or he just knew it would make us weirder and more awkward if we knew we were in the same town if we couldn't even admit we liked each other?"

There was a little anxiety in Anders voice. He knows it's the second, almost definitely... but at the same time he worries that Varric knows something about him, his past, and thinks that he needs to protect Logan from that. Which, isn't crazy, if he's really honest with himself.

[modernhawke]

Logan tipped his head back with a little frown and kissed Anders' cheek. "Love, no," he protested, the very idea of anyone hating Anders unthinkable, especially his best friend, because that just wasn't possible, and furthermore...

"I guarantee you he didn't tell us because he was too invested in letting it all unfold naturally so he could observe and take notes for one of his goddamned stories. The bastard. For crying out loud, I've..." His cheeks darkened but he hurried on, "I've gone on and on about how absurdly sexy your voice is and he's always giving be these looks like 'uh-huh' and 'go on' and god, I cannot believe he never said anything."

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There was plenty of interesting information in there, but only one thing sticks for Anders. "You think my voice is sexy?" He grinned, eyebrows lifting in a suggestive arch while his eyes twinkled.

"Oh my god, I'm never reading anything Isabela ever whispers me again in voice chat on drunk dungeon night ever again." He was blushing now, thinking about how two glasses of wine had sent him completely silly, and for some reason Isabela hadn't had a mic that night, and she would only send him her whispers and he'd had to read them to everyone and... "I'm going to kill her, and Varric."

[modernhawke]

Logan looked away, reaching up a hand to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly, though he couldn't stop grinning.

"I don't think you really understand," he mumbled, looking highly embarrassed. "I had...god, I cannot believe I am telling you this...I had the most vivid dreams for weeks after that night."

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"Logan." Anders voice was a soft purr, the hand on Hawke's neck shifting to his cheek to draw his eyes back to his. "You're really making me regret ever suggesting we get up off the floor in front of that fireplace."

There were still spots of color high in Anders' cheeks, but his smile was dopey, lopsided, eyes dripping gold, warm honey and whisky at the same time. "Tell me what you dreamt about?"

Isabela's whispers had been mostly pirate booty puns, but there had been occasional extremely explicit descriptions of what she wanted to do to, or have done to her by the questgiver NPC in the zone she was questing in. Everyone else had been in the Brecelian forest, being irritated by the maze, and Isabela was off talking about how she wanted to sit lap and ride him until he had more grey in his hair. Which, Anders realized, he'd drunkenly purred over vent, trying to approximate her voice.

"Oh god, nevermind. I can't... How can you even look at me after that?"

[modernhawke]

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Logan was standing in front of the the man he'd loved silently for far too long and Anders' eyes were impossibly beautiful, like Logan could just lose himself in those warm golden depths, and he was... Logan was pretty sure purring was the right word for that tone of voice. He was hot all over, embarrassed flush having changed to something stronger as it spread all over his body and settled low between his thighs.

He pushed Anders back against the heavy wood door of the next building now they'd come to it and kissed him ravenously, dragged Anders' bottom lip into his mouth and sucked, scraped his teeth lightly before he let it go. He wedged a thigh between Anders' legs and closed his eyes.

He remembered waking up drenched in sweat, jacking off in his bedroom or dodging Carver to make it first to the bathroom he shared when he had to work early. Sometimes Anders was blond and scrawny and wearing feathers like his mage, but most often it had been just...

"Your voice, and the dark, and all the things you wanted to do to me, or have me do to you," he said, but that wasn't quite specific enough because we were talking incredibly erotic detail here and so he opened his eyes and tilted his head and crowded in close to Anders to touch his face and then run his hands down the hoodie, gripping at Anders' waist and toying with the hem.

"How I would feel around you when you took me and all the things you wanted to do to me with your mouth. For example."

Predictably, he was terrible at dirty talk, but he didn't think it would matter much because if Anders was the one talking, he could literally say anything and Logan would find it sexy.

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Anders lost his embarrassment at the memory in the wet heat of Logan's mouth. He let Logan crowd him, push him, kiss him, spreading his legs for the thigh that pushed between with a soft moan. He would do anything for him, anything, including reading the worst of Isabela's lurid friendfiction in his ear every night, if he would keep kissing him like that.

When Logan started talking Anders' breath hitched in his chest.

His hands slid down to grip Logan's ass, two palms full, dragging him forward against him as Logan talked of Anders taking him. He groaned again and chased Hawke's mouth, kissing with wicked tongue, drawing him deeper and when he broke away he murmured, soft and low, "You, love, are going to kill me." He sucked Logan's lower lip into his mouth in an echo of the previous start to the kiss, and then grinned around it, before releasing it with a soft pop.

"Is that what you want, Logan? For me to spread you out and work you open?" His hands squeezed again, and he was blushing furiously, even his ears flaming red against his normally pale skin. He kissed him again. "I could take you all the way down my throat while I finger your ass, if that's what you want."

It was funny to find he didn't actually have any restraint. Just remembering his voice, speaking Isabela's words, had made Logan respond with heated demands, so Anders figured he'd give him something else to dream about.

[modernhawke]

Logan's hips stuttered forward when Anders gripped his ass, a low moan escaping him. He was breathing quickly by the time Anders pulled back from the kiss, and then when Anders started talking, and not just talking but squeezing whole palmfuls of his ass, Logan was practically whimpering by that point which was ironic because he was not usually this... vocal.

But he was also not as embarrassed by any of this as he could have been, because it was Anders. He tilted his head, traced his first finger around the shell of Anders' ridiculously red ear, arched against him involuntarily at the suggestions.

"Fuck, Anders," he groaned. "Yes. Anything. If you're asking me what I want I'm going to be really unhelpful because I literally cannot think of anything that you might want to do to me that I would not want right now."

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Anders had to restrain himself from sliding down the door and wrestling Logan's jeans open right there. Fuck, Logan was hot, and he... Anders knew better than this. They needed to have a conversation, talk about safer sex, discuss signals and safewords...

But he never wanted to stop kissing him.

Talking was hard when you had your tongue in someone else's mouth, and that fact wasn't lost on Anders at all when he stretched to kiss Logan again, greedy and loose. One of his hands slid up Logan's back, under his t-shirt, long, dextrous fingers splaying and gripping across the strong muscles of Logan's lower back.

He broke away to pant softly and murmured, "God, Logan, we need to get back to looking for a bed, or a chair, hell I'd take a table as long as we were indoors."

[modernhawke]

Logan was, of course, also aware of the fact that more talking that needed to be done, somewhere in the fuzzy recesses of his mind, but mostly he was just undone by... Well, everything.

He wanted to feel Anders' lean body against his, and he slid his hands under the hoodie and splayed one against the taut, shifting muscles of his stomach, drifted his other hand around Anders' back to drag across his skin and then up to the center of his back, where he stroked and then pulled Anders closer.

"Bed," he panted, loathe to quit touching him. "Yes. I should...let you open that door behind you, then."

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Anders skin buzzed with Logan's touch, his arousal and overblown want drawing faint tingles of his healing magic to chase the pads of his fingers. He had to let his head fall back against the door with a thump, force the warmth down, the mana back into it's the pool within him, so that nothing arced out.

Catching his... shit, his boyfriend's hair on fire because he was excited wasn't going to be good for either of them. He nodded, hand leaving Logan's back to reach behind him, scrabble for the handle. It was an awkward lift-bolt latch though, and he couldn't simply open it with a turn of his wrist.

He started laughing as he shifted to look at it, other hand still stroking Logan's skin, unwilling to give up all that contact. "You know, don't you, that this room might be full of... I don't know. Barrels of chewed boots and moth-eaten scarves and no bed at all?" The building the door led into looked like an inn, or tavern though, from where it abutted the wall, so there was a good chance there'd at least be a chair.

[modernhawke]

Logan tilted his head and his spine arched under Anders' touch because that was...yes, the same healing magic at the tips of Anders' fingers add before, but it was...rather more pleasurable when he was already aroused.

"Ahh, um." He leaned forward, his forehead resting in the curve of Anders' neck, found himself grinding down against the leg he was more or less straddling. "That's...interesting. Um." He took a deep breath, which didn't help matters at all because then all he could smell was Anders, his sweat, skin, very faint traces of a clean scent that was probably his shampoo from the morning before they'd been taken.

He laughed against Anders' skin for the sheer absurdity of all this, kissed his pulse point, and pulled back. The hand under his shirt still stroking his skin was quite possibly the most wonderful thing Logan had ever felt, and he leaned in to Anders as the door fell open, wrapping an arm around his middle despite the fact that this position was going to make it a little harder for either of them to move.

"This place seems a little grander than all those Free Marches dungeons you're thinking of, love," he smirked, looking satisfied when the room revealed beyond the door proved his point.

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Anders wasn't sure he could ever have enough of Logan's kisses, the close, dense heat of his body, the way his arm fit around his waist. He didn't complain in the slightest at any of it, though he did shift so that his back was pressing against Logan's chest as they peered into the rampart attic room of the tavern. "It's hard not to be grander than the same cave map used five times for different quests."

He slipped out of Logan's arms, but twined his fingers with his again, and tugged him into the room and shut the door with his foot.

[modernhawke]

Logan snickered, a vibration in his chest that Anders could probably feel against his back. "Point," be agreed, leaning forward to brush his lips against Anders' temple before he pulled away. It was incredibly easy, just to reach for him like that, and Logan marveled again that he could - just, think about it and do it, reach out and touch him. It was not going to get old for a long, long time.

"Normal taverns mean beds, right?" He let himself be pulled along by the hand and leaned over the rail in the middle of the room to look down at the main body of the tavern when they neared it. "Or is that too much Skyrim and not enough Thedas?"

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The tavern was largely dark below them, with some of the weird greenish light filtering through the windows. Anders snickered softly. "It's all super normal. I mean, just look at it." He bumped his hip into Logan, and then raised a hand to conjure a small ball of swirling greenish-blue wisplight that he sent across the attic to illuminate the row of doors that looked like they probably led to small rooms under the taverns dormers.

The wisp danced down to the second level then, Anders watching it with focused attention as it lit up the abandoned tables and chairs.

[modernhawke]

"Oh yes. Completely empty, weird green light, plus the fact that it's apparently floating in some chasm. Totally normal."

Logan watched the wisp drift down away from them as he snarked, looking actually a little enraptured by its dancing light. He squeezed Anders' hand and smiled.

He pointed with his other hand to the row of doors. "Those look promising?"

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"An average Tuesday at best. How boring," Anders agreed with a sidelong smirk. He called the wisp back with a tiny quirk of his finger, though he probably didn't need to do that. It was just easier to imagine what he wanted it to do that way. It floated above them, illuminating the rough flooring as they got closer to the doors.

The idea of finding a bedroom to tumble Logan into was both absurdly appealing and oddly nerve-wracking, as if this was a goal completely out of sync with whatever it was that had happened to them. But it also seemed like the most important thing that had ever happened.

He poked open the first of the rooms and found it surprisingly neat, if not particularly spacious, with a low ceiling they'd have to watch their heads about. The bed was narrow, about a full-sized mattress, which would be cramped for the two of them, but Anders found that idea even more appealing.

[modernhawke]

Logan's stomach fluttered when there was, in fact, revealed to be a bed behind the first door. He gave the small mattress a slight frown - it had been a while since he'd slept in anything smaller than a queen, since his feet tended to hang off the ends of even double beds. And he wasn't exactly small in girth either.

But then there was Anders' hand in his, and Logan was fairly certain he'd heard Anders' breath catch when they'd actually found a bedroom, and besides, he calculated, glancing sidelong at him, Anders was at least rather lean, and...

Who was he kidding, Logan's biggest priority right now was more touching, and he had no real motivation to keep searching when there was a bed right there.

He gave a tug on Anders' hand and toed the door shut behind them. "Stop me if you're not okay, love," he said, cupping Anders' cheek with his free hand and leaning in to kiss him slowly, a gentle, soft press of lips that he had just barely begun to deepen before he pulled back.

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The gentle pressure of Logan's hand on his face, the soft, lingering kiss, it was all wonderful and perfect and not nearly enough.

Anders let out a soft noise of disapproval when Logan pulled away, a little click of his tongue, not quite a tsk. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned forward, "I don't normally suggest this on a first date but my pants are still damp, and I love you, so what the hell. Do you want to strip off and makeout, Logan?"

He grinned, all catlike, lips in a soft bow with no teeth showing.

[modernhawke]

Logan covered his face with a broad hand and bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Oh my goddd," he groaned. "The things you say, love. You're going to actually kill me."

He peeked out between his fingers and admitted, lips curving, "I would love to strip off and make out with you, Anders."

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Anders laughed at Logan's antics, smiling and batting his eyelashes comically when he peeked back out. "Excellent."

He turned and emptied the front pocket of the sweatshirt that he'd stuffed his shirt and vest into onto the table near the door, frowning faintly at the leather-bound journal that was mixed in. Where..? Well it didn't matter. If it was Logan's he wasn't going to go thumbing through it and there were more important things happening.

He had to crouch to untie and then work off his shoes, which had gone tight and squeaky with the soaking. He peeled off his socks and laid them out to dry as well. The cardigan he draped over the back of the ladder back chair, hopefully it would finish drying without turning too funky. He hoped.

The trousers came next, shaken out and draped over the seat of the chair, and then he was standing there in his not-the-worst-thank-all-the-gods boxer briefs and Logan's sweatshirt, smiling lopsidedly over at the him. "That is already so much better, you have no idea."

[modernhawke]

Logan hummed, having shed his shirt and stepped out of his sneakers while Anders was busy. He rubbed one bare, freckled brown shoulder with a hand and stood there shirtless in just his ratty jeans and black socks, watching Anders without shame.

"Believe me, love, I have some idea," he smirked. Anders' legs were, if possible, longer and more fantastic than his damp trousers had led Logan to believe.

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Anders breath caught in his throat at the sight of Hawke standing there shirtless, his broad chest, strong arms. He just stared for several long moments, thinking about his own bony elbows and the sharp edges of his hipbones.

He was too tall to have ever felt small before, but as he moved closer to Logan, his bulk made him seem slight by comparison. Slight, or gangly. The latter was probably a better descriptor. He was rapidly becoming hard in his shorts and was glad, feverishly, that the sweatshirt was long enough to cover his erection.

He ran a hand over Logan's stomach, trailing fingers along the edge of his waistband, and clicked a nail against the top button on his jeans. "Can I?" he asked softly, reverently.

[modernhawke]

Logan dropped his arm when Anders approached. He fit a hand along Anders' sharply delineated hipbone, pushing up his hoodie slightly to do so, and ran his thumb up and down, from skin over the waistband of his boxers to fabric and back again.

He shivered when Anders touched him, not from cold, but from Anders', and tilted his head to watch Anders' face as his hand moved. It was interesting, he thought, the things his stomach - his body - was doing just from Anders looking at him. Barely touching him. Logan knew he was attractive; at least, his body was, and he worked hard to keep it that way as much from practicality as anything. It was easier to get the kinds of jobs he took on the side - shifting cargo down at the docks, working the orchards during harvest seasons and the Christmas tree farms during the holidays, janitorial work - if he looked like an extremely able-bodied man. But it was a rare thing to be admired just as himself, not as a worker or an attractive person on the streets.

He resisted the urge to preen a bit and nodded. "Yeah, of course."