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]

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.

[modernhawke]

"Well, technically, I'm an everyman who can now mysteriously do magic." Logan stripped off his socks as Anders settled back because, ew, socks in bed. "But I guess you could attribute the muscles to the son-of-a-farmer thing." He looked up with a grin as he tossed the socks in the general direction of where he'd kicked his jeans, but it was a grin that quickly faded at the sight of so much...Anders...on display. He swallowed, his eyes drifting up Anders' chest slowly, and then he pounced on the bed and crawled after him, his hands reaching out before he'd even made it quite far enough up the bed.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed, reaching first to run his fingers through the trail of hair and then dropping onto his side next to Anders and tracing a path up the contours of his chest, over ribs and muscle, touch feather-light. He propped himself up on one elbow.

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The pounce made Anders laugh breathlessly, watching Logan's face as he crawled closer, fingers reaching to explore. He was unused to the level of adoration that Logan was giving him. He'd never been insecure about his looks generally, and he'd had something real, once upon a time with Karl, but this was different than all of that.

"Logan." It wasn't a protest, instead, pleading as he looked up into his blue eyes. He raised a hand to brush fingers against his cheek. "You're going to make me blush." He was already blushing, a deep rose tinge to his skin all the way down to his chest. He grinned a little and then arched his neck up to steal a kiss.

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Logan splayed his hand in the center of Anders' chest, just below his collarbone where the spreading blush was strongest. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he laughed, looking smug and pleased even as Anders' drew him into a kiss.

His fingers moved up to curl under Anders' jaw and then he sighed, wriggling closer until he could drop his head against Anders' chest and throw his arm over his side - the angle wasn't great, but left him room enough to keep exploring with his fingertips. He wasn't entirely sure where the intense urge to just...snuggle up to Anders and curl into him and literally never stop touching him came from, because it wasn't like he'd really had anyone that he'd ever just...cuddled with before. Good lord. The idea that he might have done something like that with Rowan was just laughable. And he didn't consider himself a very touchy person, technically, since punching Carver's shoulder whenever he got particularly mouthy didn't count. Which...yeah, maybe that was the problem.

You spend so much time pining for someone you've never actually met, maybe you're bound to get touch-deprived.

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When Logan curled into him, a heavy weight that Anders wouldn't be able to shift even if he wanted to he gave a breathless chuckle and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. There was a little niggling worry that he'd done something wrong, that he'd been too sincere, too open, and killed the mood.

"You okay, sweetheart?" he asked gently, hand tracing warm circles on Logan's shoulder while he lay still, letting him explore. He lifted his head to kiss Logan's hair, breathing warm and trying to steady himself at this new, slower current. This wasn't the same want that had Logan grinding into his leg against the door, talking about Anders voice as fantasy material.

And that was fine, so long as Anders hadn't done anything to ruin it.

[modernhawke]

"Yeah," Logan sighed, a warm, happy, breathless word. He stroked his fingers up and down Anders' side, every part of it he could reach anyways, and shifted so his free arm curled under between Anders' shoulders and the bed. He'd just started planting pen-mouthed kisses around Anders' sternum when the worried note that had been in that question finally registered. He raised his head to peer at Anders' face.

But Anders seemed fine, loose-limbed and breathing steadily beneath him, and Logan tilted his head and tried to decide how to explain this new - well, not entirely new - want in his chest like a strange knot of slippery mushy feelings.

He said, "I want..." and his voice came out low and gravelly, so he cleared his throat and tried again. Then he frowned, because...words... and he wasn't exactly sure how to say what he wanted, or how much, except, "I'm pretty sure the scope of what I want goes way beyond having you suck me off and whisper dirty things to me."