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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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."

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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."

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Anders hands were warm as he carefully unfastened Logan's jeans, pulling them open slowly, and shifting them to slide off over his hips. He looked into his eyes as he did so, smile widening just a touch, eyes crinkling at the corners. "Sorry if I've let the conversation drop. You're just so bloody gorgeous, Hawke."

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Logan's collarbone, a tiny flick of his tongue tasting his skin, and then crouched down on one knee to help him step out of his jeans. He rested his forehead against his bare thigh as he did so, trying not to pant, or stare, or do anything else creepy or too desperate seeming.

[modernhawke]

Logan laughed lightly, his breath hitching on the last sound when Anders kissed his skin. He touched Anders' hair as he knelt, then ran his fingers through it, marveling at the softness. He lifted one foot, then the other, as Anders guided his jeans off the rest of the way, and gave them a slight kick out of the way.

And he would have sworn he was about to say something about how ridiculous this statement was, because had Anders ever looked in a mirror, but what came out was, "Logan. You- you should really start calling me Logan, love." His fingers continued to pet through Anders' hair.

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Anders rubbed his cheek against Logan's thigh as those fingers combed through his hair and he arched his neck, practically purring again. That was... nice. Beyond nice. Perfect. He never wanted that to stop.

He flinched at Logan's correction though and sighed, glancing up at him with a wince. "Sorry. I haven't been doing it all night have I?" He scanned his face, worried. He'd forced himself for months on voice chat to call him Hawke, just like everyone else, because Logan was personal, intimate.

He stretched his neck and kissed Logan's stomach, just above his hipbone, lips brushing bare skin in an apologetic caress.

[modernhawke]

Logan touched several fingers to Anders' cheek and shook his head, feeling a little guilty for making him look so worried. "No. Just, sometimes."

"I - oh - like it when you call me Logan, though," he murmured, a little distracted by Anders' lips above his hipbone, his breath warm against his skin. And then he was all too suddenly aware of the fact that he was standing there in an old pair of grey boxers and his socks, which was rather too little fabric to disguise exactly how interested he was in Anders' mouth being so close to his cock. And Anders' was not only still far too clothed, but on the floor, which seemed...really far away, actually, even if it was - well, ideal for some things which Logan found abruptly that he did not want, not at the moment.

He sank down to his knees in front of him and moved his hand to cup the back of Anders' head, pulled him in again to kiss him, tried to convey at least a little bit of his confusing maelstrom of want and lust and-but-really-actually want that went way beyond lust in the slow, insistent press of his lips and his tongue.

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Anders made a surprised noise when Logan dropped down onto the floor with him, but melted into the kiss easily, eagerly. He parted his lips at the first flick of Logan's tongue, met it in a teasing flick, drawing him in, as his hands curved over his shoulders, fingers splaying on strong and shifting muscles.

He leaned heavily against him, knees to chest pressed tight, the bunch of the sweatshirt bottom keeping his cock from rubbing directly against Logan's. Annoying but also kind of helpful if he didn't want to rut into him like an animal and embarrass himself.

Besides, there were so many things to say, and feel, and this wasn't some meaningless one-night-stand. This was real, and it was right, and it had been a long, long time since Anders had had anyone in his arms that meant anything other than right now.

[modernhawke]

Logan's arms wrapped around Anders tight, his strong hands drifting down his back and spreading, the sweater bunching under his fingers as he held Anders firmly in place where he had leaned against him.

He turned his head, their noses brushing, and he didn't break the kiss until the shallow breaths through his nose that he was taking simply weren't enough. He leaned his head back, but barely, to gasp for air.

"Anders," he sighed. Just that, because he didn't actually have anything to say that would come remotely close to the warm, perfect, terrifying happiness he was feeling.

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Anders expression was uncertain for just a moment when Logan broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open to watch him when his name was sighed. He'd heard plenty of people sigh his name, in regret, in exasperation, but Logan seemed to be practically glowing with warmth and love and his uncertainty melted away into a sweet, heated smile.

"Logan." His voice held a lilt, almost playful, definitely inviting. "We walked an awful long way to find a bed only to wind up back on a floor."

He turned his head, to glance at the bed. "It looks like a terrible, lumpy, probably straw mattress, but at least it would have blankets."

[modernhawke]

Logan hummed. "I don't know, I'm not that cold," he teased. "Are you cold?" He kissed Anders' jaw, just over the scruff there, and then shifted back, not really releasing his hold.

"Still, you know what we could do about that..." he braced himself, spreading his knees wider, and then stood, lifting Anders and pulling him to his feet with him easily, which effected a nice standing-without-actually-having-to-stop-touching motion.

"I think," he steadied Anders with hands still on his back and then walked him backwards to the bed, "I could really care less about the mattress, especially if you can be persuaded to take my hoodie off so I can see you. And touch you. But yeah." He snuck in a quick kiss when the backs of Anders' thighs hit the bed.

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The way Logan pulled him up made Anders gasp softly, arms tightening on his shoulders as they stood. "Are you sure you're a mage, love? You and the muscles..." He grinned, all warm appreciation as he let Logan walk him back until he knocked into the bed.

His adam's apple bobbed when Logan mentioned the hoodie and he looked down briefly, and then back up, smirking. "Alright." He sat down on the bed and scooted back, stripping the sweatshirt off over his head in a single motion and leaned back into the pillows with a grin.

He was hiding the scars on his back, but he didn't want to ruin anything by letting Logan see them, and he certainly wasn't prepared to have a conversation about his father at this moment. He lifted a hand and beckoned Logan to join him, all pale, lean lines of freckled, white skin, with spark reddish-gold hair in a tiny trail down his belly below his navel.