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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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And the begging, god, that was really amazing. And, like he'd said before. It was definitely pretty. He took him deep once before withdrawing and replacing mouth with a hand so he could give the Doctor a long, deep kiss with his eyes closed, just ten seconds before his lips brushed down the Doctor's torso again to replace his hand.

The kiss was intoxicating, and the Doctor moaned low into the kiss, hips pressing up hard into Chase's hand to show him just how much he was holding back. He gasped as Chase took him back into that warmth and wet of his mouth again, head falling back.

Chase didn't want the Doctor to hold back at all and he writhed, trying to nearly devour the Doctor with his mouth, easing back to lick his lower lip before going deep again, a breath of fresh air giving him all the more encouragement to start going faster than he'd ever gone before with a blowjob, yet always taking his time at the tip to focus attention.

The Doctor gasped, thrusting up into Chase's mouth, hands back in his hair, keening softly and rolling his hips, pressing upwards and gasping for breath. "Please," he moaned, louder now, "please, love, please..."

Chase grinned at that, easing out and his lips (which were a furious pink by now) sucked at the tip before taking the Doctor deep, almost choking he was so deep and he mumbled something in the midst of his actions.

And by that point, the Doctor was so worked up that he looked down and looked at Chase's mouth and how he moved and he couldn't look anymore, and his hands pulled hard on Chase's hair, hips thrusting upwards, so bloody close he could feel it in his groin, the slow cold burn of fire.

Chase didn't know why, but he tucked his head down and slowly withdrew, lazily lolling his tongue against his lips and staring at the Doctor with a low, dark look, but not sucking his cock anymore.

He was waiting for the begging.

With a cry of frustration, the Doctor shifted under him, eyes opening to look at Chase. He whimpered, eyes dark and desperate, wanting even more once he saw Chase look at him like that. "God, love," he murmured, one hand moving down to dig into the duvet. "Please...god, why did you stop..."

"To hear that," he answered candidly, leaning in to finish the job with great fervour and desperation, moving his whole body to part the Doctor's legs and take him in his mouth again, turned on by that tone and god, those words.

"Tease," the Doctor murmured, then cried out again, hips pressing down then up to get deep into Chase's mouth, hit the back of his throat wantonly, nearly there, nearly ready.

What was that he'd been saying earlier about gay porn? Chase liked to prolong the sensation, and thinking about this...well, it was vaguely dirty, he had to admit. So he kept moving, tears stinging his eyes as he nearly choked a second time, but kept going, his own trousers getting far, far too tight for comfort.

It was all so fucking sexy that the Doctor couldn't help but lose himself in it, fingers tight in Chase's hair as he came, and came hard, moaning in short brief cries that ran into each other, pulsing hot and fast.

That was exactly what he wanted, that big bang of a finish and he lapped it all up slowly, running his tongue over every inch of warmth he could get at, easing back when he was through, breathless and glad for it. "How long do you think it'd take me to get you up again?" he asked, panting.

It took a moment for the Doctor to speak outside of a groan, and he whimpered, reaching to pull Chase close again. "Ten minutes," he murmured, breathing hard at just the thought. "But you could try hard."

"I think I could do it in six," Chase said, with a smug grin on his face that didn't match the delight in his eyes as he eased in close with the Doctor, arms wrapped snugly around him as he crowed with a delighted laugh. "God, good thing Will's at the party."

"Good thing," the Doctor echoed. "Let's see what you've got, then." It was almost a taunt, almost a tease, and he pressed a kiss to Chase's forehead.

Chase first gave a long groan and a whimper, but then he just whirled on the Doctor and started to work kissing up his neck, behind his ear, then sucking the lobe, moving his lips to the Doctor's jaw, then to his mouth, kissing him deeply while teasing his fingers around the Doctor's crotch, but never close enough to satisfy.

"Minute one," he mumbled into the Doctor's mouth.

The Doctor moved slowly with him, hips pressing slightly with each merely faint touch. "Mm," he murmured, not wanting to try too hard to beat Chase's number, not if it felt so bloody good.

Chase grinned against that sound, leaning back and climbing off the Doctor as he found his way to his feet, shucking off his socks as he very, very slowly pushed the shirt to the ground in a puddle, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his trousers and unzipping them, pushing them just enough to show bare hipbones.

He was not, in fact, wearing any pants.

The Doctor watched him, eyes growing darker. He couldn't help but moan a bit, cock twitching just barely at the sight of it. If it had been up to him entirely, they'd be shagging right then.

Chase bit his lower lip and grinned as he didn't push the trousers down any further, just showing enough of the 'V' of his hips to be suggestive before he climbed back into bed, pinning the Doctor's wrists above his head. "You," he murmured in a low tone, working on the space between neck and shoulder, "are entirely too gorgeous. And smart. And mine."

"Mmm," the Doctor murmured, struggling just enough to make it interesting. "And what're you going to do about that, love?" he asked, one leg sliding against the heated leather along Chase's thigh.

Chase grinned at that, checking the watch on the bedside table. "Minute three," he whispered. He eased back and pushed a hand through the Doctor's hair, grasping on hard. "And you're gonna beg," he whispered in the Doctor's ear.

"Oh, you like that," the Doctor replied, and he was starting to get there, feeling the heat in his thighs and aching for more, not that he'd admit it. "I see how it is."

Chase laughed deep and with a grin, lips still at the Doctor's ear. "See, here's the thing. I know that I can have you going in five minutes. It's that extra one that's going to be torture," he drew out the word, thickening his accent. "I bet you that, babe."