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The Doctor looked at each of them, opening them and grinning like a loon with each one. He looked over the paper, flushed, and folded it, putting it in his pocket to read later, then kissed Chase on the cheek. "You made the cupcakes?"

"I made them all by myself," he said, more proud of that than anything, beaming away as he looked the Doctor in the eye. The paper...well. "I know you're nine hundred and seventy six, but according to what you look like, it's thirty four. Which is why the paper is thirty-four things about you that I love so much that I'm not sure how I got by without them before."

He could be a hopeless romantic. He just had to be in love, completely and totally.

The Doctor promptly ate one, without a word further. Mouth half full and a smear of frosting on his upper lip, he said, "You are entirely too much, you know that?"

Chase gave the Doctor a dubious look when he ate the cupcake like he was all of five-years-old and leaned over with a napkin to wipe off the smeared frosting, giving him a pointed smile. "It's a gift. Now, that t-shirt took me five hours to find. So don't rip it for some idiot's sake this time. Got it?"

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Chase stared up at the ceiling. "Ummmm..." He drew it out, looking all the picture of a dumb blond. "I sorta don't, like, know. Dr. House? Jack? Oh, that Claude guy!"

Rolling his eyes, the Doctor sighed. His erection wilted a little.

Chase just closed his eyes and grinned, settling back with a purr of a content sigh. Yes, that sound between a gasp and a coo. "I think, maybe, I'll fascinate about long, long fingers. Dark eyes and dark hair and a rich, deep voice that is sometimes Scottish and makes me wonder why."

He settled, a content smile settling on his lips. "And a body that I know inside and out."

Stretching out, the Doctor smiled slowly, leaning back and watching him. "I thought you'd never jack off again if you could get some help. From those same hands."

"I did say that," he agreed, opening one eye and leaning forward, crossing the room in slow, long strides and crawling up atop the Doctor. "Minute five," he warned, starting to kiss him deeply and move his hand lower again.

Moaning, the Doctor pressed into Chase's hand, kissing him harder with a slow tug on his lower lip, tongue pressing into his mouth. He was nearly there, and he felt like mad, felt ready, so ready.

Chase leaned down on his hand, just that additional bout of pressure to the Doctor's cock as he kissed deeper, wrapping an arm around his neck to bring the Doctor even closer than before, mumbling sweet nothings against the Doctor's lips.

The Doctor made a frustrated sound against Chase's mouth until he remembered about the sixth minute, and he just kissed Chase harder, faster.

Chase eased back from the kiss breathlessly, picking up his watch and just staring as the seconds ticked by, straddling the Doctor and sloooowly grinding down without looking.

"Come on," the Doctor growled, though the effect of it was slightly ruined by the fact that he was whimpering like mad, biting into his lower lip.

Chase's grin widened at the begging and he set the watch aside, picking up the lotion. "What'd I tell you?" he asked, painfully hard himself, but he was slicking up his cock with the lotion while parting the Doctor's thighs, tickling lightly before preparing him.

It was a little surprising that Chase was topping him again, but the Doctor enjoyed it, and he spread his legs wide, arse lifting and meeting his fingers, hips rolling lewdly, almost like a woman's. "God," he muttered.

This was a birthday gift, which meant he stayed in control; at least, that was how the logic worked in Chase's brain. He grinned, looking down at the picture the Doctor made. "Not God. Not even one of his lackeys."

"Doesn't the fact that you were count?" the Doctor asked. God, that turned him on more when he thought of it. Apostate, maybe, but so bloody hot.

"I wasn't really," Chase protested with a laugh. "I was just in seminary, didn't take the vows." He took a moment to slowly align their bodies, hands guiding the Doctor's hips to where he needed them to be. "Hold on," he murmured, tongue pressed to his lip. "Okay. Ready?"

"Close enough. Humour me." The Doctor settled, closing his eyes, and nodded. "Yeah. God, I need you."

"I'll wear the outfit later," he mumbled, easing himself in with a gasp, wrapping his fingers around the Doctor's cock. "You can even pretend I'm the virginal priest who takes your confessions."

Slowly, he pushed further, gasping. "House says...I'm a big...bottom still!"

The Doctor cried out, forcing himself to relax, not to push Chase out because he felt so good, filled him so well. "House," he said, and gasped, "doesn't know shit."

Chase kissed the Doctor's neck as he focused on pushing deeper and trying to speak. It was much harder than it appeared to be. "He says! He says you're smart and well-d-deserving on the Council!" he gasped out the words, stroking now as he focused on setting a rhythm, rocking in and out.

Spreading his legs further, the Doctor noted, "This isn't exactly turning me on, compliments about my skills from that man..." He wrapped his legs around Chase.

Chase moved his lips up the Doctor's neck. "How about how I sit here in this bed and think about you in that room, wishing I could be under some table, bringing you off," he said, voice deep and barely comprehensible with his accent.

All the while, he was thrusting deep and in jagged movements.

"Wearing a blue dress?" the Doctor asked, but he soon forgot it, lost in that accent, lost in how Chase was moving within him, lost in how it felt to be with him, one with him. "God," he whispered, "dear god, love, baby, please..."

The blue dress was completely lost on Chase and he just kept moving, arching his back to kiss the Doctor deeply, mumbling 'm'here' against his lips as he rocked with a near-violent thrust, fingers yanking the Doctor's cock roughly at the same time for friction.

This time the Doctor's nails nearly drew blood as he dragged them down Chase's back, kissing hard and plunging his tongue into Chase's mouth like he was fucking him there. He moaned even louder, hips thrusting up and tensing.

Sometime, he would video this, just so he could watch all of the ways the Doctor moved and get off on it at the same time, but right now, the pain made him howl before he moaned and kissed just as deeply, continuing with his hips meeting the Doctor's, grinding down hard as he hand stroked up, thumb circling and circling the head.

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