recruitment & more - ryder and gordon
goodgrxff:
Gordon hardly caught a breath of fresh air for more than an hour; he’d always been moved from building to building, the smell of wood almost too familiar, people his oxygen. But as he stepped out onto the patio, he was reminded of how great it felt to be in open spaces with potted plants and the city’s company. He inhaled deeply, taking in his surroundings, taking in… Ryder.
His expression professional, Gordon took in the man’s form, watching closely as he unbuttoned his shirt, his lips forming the motions. Mad-Hat-ter. A smirk widened over his face. “So you know,” he said, quirking a brow upwards. Shrugging, Gordon circled around Ryder, observing his posture before he met his eyes.
His face glowed, his beard thinning as his features began to morph smoothly. Within seconds, he’d masked an illusion over his body, taking Ryder’s form. Gordon tilted his head at the other. “Want more?” He lifted his hand mid-air, the patio beneath them pixelating as the ground began to transform.
They were standing back in the Atlas Club near the bar. The patrons chatting, the lights low and hung, the scene crisp as ever. Gordon leaned onto the bar as he grinned at Ryder. “Too mundane?” He snapped his fingers once more, the bar warping into a bedroom, the floor tidy, the sheets sleek.
Gordon stood before Ryder shirtless, cocking his head. “So, you want me to show you how it’s done? Or are you going to show me how your powers work?”
Gordon’s powers had him in the mindset of Mason as he saw his body materialize before him. Sure they were different mechanics but the same general principle. Ryder’s eyes kept glancing up the other’s form... well, his form. Damn. This world was starting to get freaky. Ryder’s stomach pitched as he watched their surroundings pixelate and rearrange. The bar felt... so real. He could smell the sweat and the tang of alcohol. He could hear people’s conversations behind him and the giggle of a waitress across the room. This room was so detailed. This power was dangerous. Gordon could convince people that they were trapped in water, dying. He could also convince them to breathe. This job in conjunction with Carlos’. This could be devastating to the ASH.
As the bedroom surrounded them, Ryder’s lips tilted into a smirk. Of course, both of the men were aiming towards the same ultimate goal. He wouldn’t deny his interest in the other male and considering he’d brought them to a bedroom, he would assume the other man agreed. “Where are we, back in reality?” He questioned. This was obviously an illusion, therefore, were they just standing around on that back patio? It was an interesting question to ask.
When the other questioned him, he exhaled with a laugh. “I have had many, many powers in my lifetime. I had one almost like yours a few years ago. An illusion trick but it manipulated light particles to reflect different situations. It took much more concentration than I could muster in this situation.” Ryder had no shame in the moment. He brought himself closer to Gordon, rolling up the sleeve on his right arm, tucking the cuff of the dress shirt into his elbow. He lifted his hand to the other’s neck, giving him a sultry look and pressing their lips together. The kiss was heated and strong, but short-lived. He pulled away and took a step back. Remembering the look Gordon gave him earlier, he breathed in gently and set his own cells to changing. It wasn’t as quick as Gordon’s transformation but within a minute, Gordon was looking back at himself. “How was that?”
