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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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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."

"You'd best get going then," the Doctor replied, eyes flashing, and he dragged his nails down Chase's back, slow and firm, smirking.

"Ah ah ah," he chided softly, moving his hand down to the Doctor's crotch, fingers massaging and stroking just barely as he eased out of reach, nudging the trousers down as he managed to get them off as he stood, stepping out of them and turning to pick them up, bent over and all on display for the Doctor to see, hair falling in his eyes and stomach muscles flexing.

The Doctor groaned and thrust up into Chase's hand, not quite hard enough for sex yet, but closer now. And then he eased up on his elbows and watched Chase, so beautiful, almost breathless.

With that, Chase wandered backwards and collapsed in the desk chair, his legs spread as he took hold of himself and just held on. "Now, who to fantasize about..." he spoke thoughtfully.

The Doctor glared at him. "I don't know," he said. "Who do you think you should?" Considering it was his birthday.

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.