for Chase (20 February)

[sortofaman]

"Meet me there," Chase had said, and the Doctor, contrary to popular belief, was not drunk enough to have no idea what he meant. First, there was quite a bit more party to go, that was certain

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[dr_robchase]

Chase eased into nothing at all in his room, the daylight shining against his back and he grinned, turning a little and murmuring, "Come in" before lying down on the bed, torso up.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor opened the door, brows cocked slightly, and eased into the room. It was probably cliche. Or maybe the booze. Regardless, the sight took his breath away. "Hey," he whispered, closing the door behind him.

[dr_robchase]

Chase grinned up at him, a lazy and slow half-cocked grin. "Hey," he murmured. "Have a seat somewhere you can watch."

[sortofaman]

Brows still raised, the Doctor took his own shirt off and straddled Chase's desk chair, leaning his arms against the back of it. "So that's your plan, is it?" he drawled.

[dr_robchase]

Chase watched him, grinning and just took in the sight of the Doctor, remembering their little deal and everything that went with it and he stroked himself slowly. "Doctor," he gasped softly. "Oh, God, gorgeous."

[sortofaman]

The only other sound was the slight gasp as the Doctor's breath caught. Even anticipating it wasn't the same, seeing Chase in the early morning light, those hands, that cock, christ...

He was already hard against the taut trousers, and this wasn't helping, but he couldn't move, just watched him with dark eyes. Don't stop.

[dr_robchase]

Chase writhed on the bed, his hips lifting off and both his hands now at work stroking himself, keeping his eyes roaming over the Doctor's body the whole time, on the ring on the chain. "I love you," he gasped out eagerly.

[sortofaman]

"I love you too," the Doctor whispered, barely able to breathe, the restraint an exquisite torture that he refused to break.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just stroked slowly, drawing out the moment, smiling and just remembering every reaction, bringing himself off with quiet expertise.

[sortofaman]

Though the Doctor suspected there was more to this than met the eye, he didn't particularly care. It was Rob. His Rob. Here for him. He leaned forward on the chair and waited, barely blinking, eyes dark.

[dr_robchase]

Chase let himself go after several minutes of attention on himself, letting out a long cry of the Doctor's name. When he was finished, he wiped his hands on the sheets and rolled over onto his side. "C'mere," he encouraged.

[sortofaman]

Silencing the tiny 'fortunately those aren't my sheets' voice, the Doctor eased up from the chair. It was harder than it looked, with the trousers being that bloody tight, and the fact that Chase had cried his name had made his cock nearly burn. He walked over softly and sat at the side of the bed, reaching out to trail his fingers along Chase's chest. "Yeah?"

[dr_robchase]

Chase tugged him closer, pushing the vest off and tugging the first button of the shirt undone with just his teeth, his fingers brushing the Doctor's erection through his trousers. "How much do you want me?"

[sortofaman]

Christ. The Doctor looked down at him, fingers digging into his shoulders. "More than anything in the universe," he got out from the back of his throat, gritty and honest.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just smiled at that, pushing up into the Doctor's fingers, kissing him deeply as he rolled them, shoving the Doctor's trousers looser. "I can tell," he murmured, very lowly.

[sortofaman]

"I hope you're planning to help me out," the Doctor breathed, moving back and speaking against his ear. "Otherwise I might go mad." He wriggled slowly out of the shirt, which only served to make him ache more.