fadewalk | RP: Logan Hawke, Anders (serhealsalot)

The hallways were quiet. The kitchens were quiet. Everything had just been strangely quiet for a while now. Alistair was in socked feet, loose linen pants and a soft unlaced shirt, standing over a small pot of porridge he was cooking... for himself? It was more porridge than even he could eat comfortably, especially considering it was porridge he was making, which no one could eat comfortably.

He rubbed at his forhead. Why did he feel like he was missing something? Well a bigger more something than usual anyway.

He'd have to ask... someone. When he saw... them? Zevran, his brain whispered. How many days has he been gone? He frowned, and looked out the small window slits that ventilated the room, and the question was gone already as he wondered for the thousandth time whether it was morning or night.

It was whatever time it was, but he'd woken up alone in his bed, with a headache from too much wine and his shoes on, feeling despondent. Lonely. Which was fairly usual, all things considered. He stirred again, frowning into the whitish-brownish-greyish paste. "Probably more water," he muttered.

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Logan closed his eyes and sighed into the kiss, one hand sliding into Anders' hair. It was good, the feel of Anders' long fingers warm and steady on his face, the slow, loving brush of his lips. Maybe words weren't quite enough, not all that the time, for all the was between them - Logan certainly felt like a bumbling idiot, trying to explain to Anders what he felt, what he wanted, how much he cared.

When Anders ducked his head, Logan kissed the middle of his forehead, a little pained by the admission. But he felt the same way, didn't he? This was all too wildly impossible and wonderful to be true. "What we need," he murmured, wrapping an arm snugly around Anders' waist, "is time, probably. Time to...get used to this, to be able to believe it. And from where I'm sitting, love, we've got it, even if - well, this place makes that harder to believe."

Anders leaned into Logan, making a soft contented noise at the proximity. He rested his head on his shoulder and nodded. "Time." He paused thoughtfully, and then chuckled quietly.

"In real life we would have gone out on a date, gone to our own apartments, thought obsessively about how long was long enough to wait to call. Laughed like idiots when we both logged into the game and realized how dumb that was. But we'd have our lives, our jobs, school, whatever. Here it's only us, and that's... I wouldn't give being in your arms up for anything, but I think you're right. It's making everything more... Aaaaah."

He nuzzled into Logan's neck and sighed softly.

Logan chuckled in response to the highly accurate analysis of their reactions. He combed his fingers slowly through Anders' hair.

"Yeah...intense, is the word I would use. A good intense. But still." He sighed, and then laughed again. "Also, I miss my dog. I think this is about as long as we've been apart since I found him. It's kinda weird not to wake up with his nose in my face."

Anders nodded into Logan's shoulder and squeezed him gently. "Your mom and Carver will take care of him." He grunted softly. "I guess it's a good thing that I didn't get a cat like I'd been thinking about."

With a soft chuckle he added, "And missing not being woken up by cold dog nose is not normal, Logan."

Logan snorted. "I didn't say I missed that part!" he protested, though the wide grin on his face probably gave him away otherwise. He glanced away and mumbled, "He's very insistent in the mornings." Turning his head, he nuzzled his nose into the hair at Anders' temple. "You're a vast improvement as a bedfellow."

"I'm not sharing the bed with a dog," Anders grumbled though there was little conviction in it. He sighed softly, leaning into the nuzzling and ran his hands over Logan's shoulder, down his arm. "Especially not a giant dog with a wet nose he puts in your face during the ass crack of the morning." He grinned a little, and caught Logan's cheek to pull his face toward him for a soft kiss.

Logan snickered, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "He'll stay on the floor if he's told to," he said, unperturbed.

He covered the hand on his cheek with one of his own and bent a leg at the knee, curving it around Anders' backside and nudging him closer as he deepened the kiss, humming softly.

Anders was happy to be kissed by Logan, happy to scoot closer as the leg curled around him. He tilted his head, one hand resting on Logan's chest, the other curling on the side of his neck as they kissed. He answered the hum with a soft chuckle and gently nibbled on Logan's lip as he pulled just far enough away to smile at him, eyes full of warm gold light.

"You love the idea of waking up with me in your bed, don't you?" He was pretty amazingly enthralled with the idea himself, though they were still in the land of fantasy. He knew that with Logan's family situation it wasn't likely to be any time soon after they got home that he'd be staying overnight.

Logan arched a brow at him. "Maaybe," he said, trying for nonchalance but grinning foolishly. He lifted a hand and cupped Anders' cheek, eyes dropping to his lips and then back up to his eyes. "It has been wonderful," he admitted, tilting his head. "Well, this morning, anyways. I could...get used to it."

"Mmm." Anders tipped his face to kiss Logan's palm, eyes closing in contentment at the broad, calloused warmth pressed gently against his face. "Could definitely get used to lots of things."

He cracked one eye and then grinned a little. "You probably know how to make waffles from scratch because you're perfect, right?"

Logan laughed lightly, trailing his hand around to scritch lightly through the hair on Anders' nape, his thumb stroking over Anders' jaw, by his ear.

"I do know how to make waffles from scratch, yeah." He leaned forward to kiss the tip of Anders' nose. "Those a favorite, hmm?"

Anders arched his neck into the light scratching of Logan's fingers, humming like a soft purr in pleasure. He melted closer to Logan, leaning against his chest at a slightly awkward angle so that he could kiss his cheek. "What's wrong with waffles? You have something better?" He leaned back, quirkiness his eyebrows. "Which wouldn't surprise me since you're perfect. But waffles are delicious. Yes."

Logan tilted his chin towards Anders at the kiss, smiling. "The only thing better than waffles from scratch is sourdough waffles from scratch," he declared. "Fortunately for you..." He pulled Anders back and kissed him gently on the lips, then moved back to murmur, "I make those too."

"Logan, don't tease." Anders purred the words like they were talking about something entirely other than waffles. He leaned in to catch Logan in another kiss, deeper and lingering. He grinned as he drew back. "You can't just say things like sourdough waffles to a man who was served plain boiled burnt oats for breakfast."

Logan licked his lips and chuckled, the noise throaty. "Too late." He sounded smug.

He slid his hand down Anders' neck and over his shoulder to splay just below his collarbone, thumb toying with the ties on Anders' tunic. "How about..." he pressed his lips to the corner of Anders' jaw and then kissed down to his chin. "I make you something not burnt." He kissed his throat. "Later."

Anders lifted his chin so there was more of his throat for Logan to kiss, a light hum causing it to vibrate under his lips. "Later? How much later were you thinking, love?" His smile tinged his voice with humor, though it mostly held a breathless affection.

Logan laughed. "I was not...thinking...a specific timeline, darlin'," he murmured, between kisses. He pulled back and pecked Anders on the lips, his eyes bright and happy.

"I thought maybe you had designs." Anders followed the peck, catching Logan's mouth in a warm, lingering kiss. He gently nipped his lower lip as he pulled back, eyes studying Logan through his lashes.

Logan tilted his head and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue over it. He reached out to touch Anders' cheek and ran his other hand down Anders' arm, taking his hand. "Do you want me to have designs?" His voice was warm, just this side of teasing, but there was a sincere look in his blue eyes.

Anders laughed softly and squeezed Logan's hand. "Always. I always want you to have designs, Logan." There was a playful lilt in his voice as he leaned closer. "For eventually, anyway. No pressure for now." He kissed him again, soft and sweet and gentle.

Logan hummed, tilting Anders' face under his palm and kissing him back just as gently. "All right..." he said softly, pulling back just enough to let go of Anders' hand and wrap both arms around his middle in a bear hug. He tugged Anders closer just slightly.

"In that case, we could make this the part where you tell me random facts about yourself, like what the cat you wanted to get would look like, or if you have annoying roommates, or...whatever." Logan smiled crookedly at him.

Anders hummed at the gentle bear-hug and leaned into Logan's chest. He grinned at the questions and kissed the corner of his jaw. "Fat orange tabby, and no roommates, though I'm in a quad, and the people who share the bathroom are disgusting slobs." He nuzzled into Logan's neck. "And at least one of the downstairs kids deals drugs. But no, no roommates of my own."

He trailed his fingers up and down the side of Logan's arm. "What about you? What's your favorite color? Breakfast cereal?"

Logan chuckled at the specificity of 'fat orange tabby,' rubbing his hands up and down Anders' back slowly. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the mention of drug dealing - but then, it was Darktown, and that was pretty much par for the course. Not that he had to like it.

"Blue." He pressed a kiss to the side of Anders' head as he nuzzled into him. "Um, like sky blue. And, hm." He had to think about the cereal. "Life, probably? If we're talking the sugary, only-takes-two-hours-before-you're-hungry-again, sort." He smirked. "Mostly I just eat Raisin Bran, or...not cereal. Eggs. Toast. Depending on how much time I have in the morning."

"What's your favorite season? Movies you like besides Princess Bride?"

Anders hummed softly as Logan stroked his back. "I like fall. Scarf season, you know? And pumpkin flavored everything." He grinned a little. "Movies? Well, I mean, lots of movies. Guiltiest pleasure? Moulin Rouge." He leaned his head on Logan's shoulder, blushing just a tiny bit. "What about you? Guiltiest pleasure movie?"

While he talked his hand traveled to trace the curve of Logan's ear, the slope of his neck, memorizing the details of his skin, his hair, seeing if the light touch tickled or annoyed. This was pretty much Anders' idea of heaven. Well, he could have done with a pizza as well, but this was close.

Logan cocked his head to the side. "Hmm. I bet you look nice in scarves. Goes with the whole... studious professor vibe. That cardigan you were wearing." He nodded, tone light and teasing, but his eyes were warm, considering. He laughed. "Also, that is kind of a depressing movie to have as a guilty favorite, love, I'm just saying."

As Anders' hand brushed lightly over his skin, Logan shifted, alternately pressing into the touch and arching away from it to give Anders' better access. He didn't show any signs of being ticklish, or annoyed, just let out a quiet hum of pleasure while he thought about the question. "Um. All right, so. There's this Norwegian film, one of those like, faux documentaries, right, called Trollhunter. I'm weirdly into it." He shrugged and gave a small, sheepish grin.

Edited Date: 2015-11-09 02:17 am (UTC)