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When the party was winding down, he knew he had one more thing left for him and it was coming in a very attractive package, just waiting for him. He slowly sidled over, extending the Doctor a bemused smile as he continued to eat the chocolate frosting from his finger. "So," he spoke, slightly tipsy from all the alcohol and the adrenaline. "I'm thirty now. Which means I have to be dignified. Serious. And most of all," he said, skipping a beat. "Adult interrelations."

He gave a very business-oriented nod. "Uh huh. Because now. Thirty."

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"Interrelations," the Doctor said, "is that a word like nonacentarian?" He smirked slowly at Chase. "A dignified and serious word. For someone who is thirty."

"Thirty is a good age," he challenged, poking a frosted-covered finger at the Doctor with a slow smirk. "You know how I know? Because I am thirty and hot."

"Did Cameron tell you that?" the Doctor drawled, a bit tipsy himself, ducking out of the way of the frosting as it was going to smear his good shirt. "I'm glad you know. And yes, it is a good age."

After a moment, he ducked in, mussed up Chase's hair, and sprinted out of the Hub.

"Cameron told me about vacations." He grinned at the sprinting and immediately set things down as he took off after the Doctor, panting slightly. "Doctor! Dooooctor!"

"Yeeeees?" the Doctor drawled, turning back around and walking backwards, looking at Chase.

Chase was doing two things. He was sucking the frosting off his finger slow and carefully and he was trailing after the Doctor. "You haven't mussed my hair and sprinted in...in ages, you bastard," he said, with deep fondness and love.

The Doctor's gaze flicked to Chase's mouth, then back up. "Well, it's high time to remind you that thirty isn't so old," he retorted, cutely.

"Oh, you're so dead," Chase warned teasingly, picking up the pace to sprint after the Doctor and rugby tackle him to the ground (making sure to pad the fall as much as he could).

"I've been dead befo--" The Doctor was cut off by hitting the ground (well, mostly hitting Chase instead of the ground because Chase was in the way). "OOF."

He thought this was quite funny and started laughing.

Chase was grinning himself, completely dirty and somewhat sore, but that tackle was so worth it and he leaned up to kiss the Doctor soft and slow and long. And then kissed him again, like before. And then another time, nuzzling his neck and starting to kiss lower. "I love you," he murmured, seriously.

The Doctor made a slight noise and moved up into Chase's mouth. "Love you too," he mumbled. "But there's a stick poking into my arse. In the not good way."

Chase snorted at that and backed up to offer both hands out to the Doctor, yanking him up to his feet as he brought him close, groping his arse in the process. "Is there cake at home?" he asked curiously.

"Couple pieces," the Doctor said, getting up and stretching a little bit. "Why, you didn't get enough at the party?"

"I don't want the cake," he said, brushing off his thighs and back and arse before he made his way to the house, tucking his key back under his shirt. "I want the icing. And I want to eat it off you," he said, with casual nonchalance.

The Doctor nearly paused right there in the path and stared at him for a moment before following. "Won't that get crumbs in the bed," he said.

"Not cake," he specified, waiting for the Doctor about ten feet away. "I wanna smear icing all over your chest, hips, and lower, and eat and suck it off? Why, can't I have a birthday dessert?"

Catching up with him, the Doctor smirked. "You had two pieces of cake and several cookies," he said, but he was just pretending to be difficult.

"I want more," he said, deliberating being difficult himself, wrapping an arm around the Doctor's waist to keep him alongside, starting to kiss at his neck, burying his face in there, hair falling in his eyes.

"Well. Since it's your birthday," the Doctor said, clearing his throat to try to keep from getting too into this too damned fast. "I guess you can. If you really want."

Chase eased back to give the Doctor a broad grin and took his hand, leading the way as he pushed open the Treehouse door, yanked up the slices they had there and went up the stairs, making sure Atalanta stayed in her own doggie bed.

When he got upstairs, he swiped everything off the bed, setting the plate down on the coverlet as he started to yank off his silk tie, eyeing the Doctor with a dark look.

The Doctor leaned back against the door, wondering if Chase had actually thought he'd say no. He looked at him, nonchalantly. "Kinky," he drawled.

"And here House called me vanilla for months and months," he muttered, somewhat bitter about that, still. He wasn't plain and he didn't need to be babied.

"I never thought you were," the Doctor said, "if that makes you feel any better." He watched Chase's hands against the silk of the tie, thoughtfully.

Chase gave the Doctor a slow grin. "The sex we had on the stairs sort of proves that wrong," he agreed, wandering over and wrapping the tie around the Doctor's neck to tug him slowly closer, undoing his shirt with one hand. "Let's see you naked," he mused to himself.

"Only sort of?" the Doctor protested. He fought just slightly against the tie to make things more interesting. "And are you gonna get me to that status? I hope so."

Was this how grownups had sex? He didn't know.