Meanwhile, elsewhere...

[sortofaman]

There were more things to do on one's honeymoon than have sex or lie about, and while that would have been just fine, occasionally one needed to stretch one's legs. Which was why the Doctor, clad only in boxer briefs, and Chase, similarly less than clothed, were on the beach as the sun started to set, playing a rough and tumble rugby scrimmage

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[dr_robchase]

Chase had been wiping the sweat from his face, pacing back and forth and grinning widely as he kept his eyes on the Doctor, the sun painting his back as he kept his eye on his husband, tucking the rugby ball to his chest as he caught his breath from the last play. "I don't think this is very fair," he was protesting, licking his lip.

[sortofaman]

"Fair isn't the point," the Doctor said. The point was, actually, rolling about in the sand with only pants on, but he wasn't about to say that. He stretched out on the sand and tilted his head back to the sky.

[dr_robchase]

Chase eased closer and pushed the ball out with one hand for the Doctor to take. "It's not fair because you're shirtless and I'm shirtless and we're both without trousers, so how exactly are we supposed to be concentrating here?" he asked, like this was more than just a game.

Like it was the Ashes, but for rugby.

[sortofaman]

"The point is not who wins or loses, but how one plays the game," the Doctor said, taking the ball and getting to his feet. "Arse grabbing? Totally allowed."

[dr_robchase]

"Love, if arse grabbing was part of a game, you'd be in one 24-7," Chase reminded him dryly, running both hands through his hair, getting a good mess of it as he set in a stance, waiting for the Doctor to initiate.

[sortofaman]

"That so?" The Doctor grinned, then slapped the ball before charging towards him, trying to dodge up and around him.

[dr_robchase]

Chase watched the move, waiting and waiting and then spinning to the left and doubling back to tackle at the Doctor from the side with a good launched tackle, arms around the Doctor's waist and pinning him to soft, white sand.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor hit the ground with a good, solid oof, but he couldn't help but laugh up at Chase. "You only get one point because you didn't grab my arse," he said.

[dr_robchase]

Chase scrunched up his face with a teasing laugh, yanking the Doctor's boxer-briefs down just enough to get a full-on, all-handsy grab of the Doctor's behind and he grinned, kissing his neck as he eased back. "How many points is that?"

[sortofaman]

"That," the Doctor said, "is a field goal." He grinned widely, not caring if the system made no sense, wriggling.

[dr_robchase]

Chase grinned and laughed as he eased off of the Doctor, just enough to fix both their pants, lying there and peering at the sunset as he yanked up the ball and hopped to his feet, shaking the sand out of his hair.

[sortofaman]

"Ugh, no more," the Doctor said, sprawled out, "it's Sunday. Day of rest, et cetera, ad nauseam." Though he'd certainly enjoyed that boundless energy that morning. And the night before, and...

[dr_robchase]

Chase laughed at that, giving the rugby ball and lazy, underhanded spiral of a toss back towards the shelter as he pushed to the ground, sprawling atop the Doctor. "Sorry, was that you saying uncle?" he teased.

[sortofaman]

"That was unneccessary roughness," the Doctor said, and wriggled a bit under him as a joke.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just laughed at that, reaching down to get a hand on the Doctor's hip to still him. "I think it was necessary gropage," he said, very seriously, getting up slowly to go and yank a blanket from his pack, tossing it to the Doctor with a pillow he's snuck from the clothes box.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor spread the blanket out on a clear patch of sand, dusting himself off before lying back down with the pillow. "You bring any books?" he asked. He hadn't seen Chase without a text up to the dinos, it seemed, and even after.