sortofaman | the cautious losers and emotional wrecks (for Chase)

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the cautious losers and emotional wrecks (for Chase)

The Doctor had reverted to Plan C. Plan C was not particularly ideal, and in actuality it was hardly a plan at all, more a reactive mechanism until he could sort out what his actual plan was going to be, if he did at all, or until he couldn't take anymore.

Whichever came first.

Plan C was dealing with the issue by not addressing it head-on, by not engaging. Mostly it was because the Doctor had no energy to do so--Nate had been up nights again off and on with teething, and he'd been trying to write up a thesis on different theoretical reactions to the idea of being fictional, and how people would come to terms with it. He was thinking his project would be to come up with a set programme of therapeutic mechanisms for treatment of said issue...

Anyway.

So he didn't really look up when Chase came in, only mumbled a greeting and underlined some text with a pencil.

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Chase bit down on his lower lip and felt the blood pulsing there as he tossed the shirt onto the floor and stared down at the Doctor from his straddle of him, trying to figure out what he wanted to do first. And then it was all too easy an answer as he slid down off the Doctor and started yanking his pants off.

"M'gonna try to be better," he mumbled, breath hot against the Doctor's hip.

"So..." said the Doctor, whose eyes widened just slightly at the movement, knowing where it was leading and dear god, definitely not objecting. "So...so'm I."

He reached down to run his fingers through Chase's hair.

Chase turned his cheek to the side to nuzzle lightly at the Doctor's bare thigh once he got his trousers lower. He licked his lips, rendering them wet, before slowly parting his lips to take the Doctor in, shallow, but there. It had been a long time since he had done this, but he felt like it was almost like a strange, sexual coming home.

Despite the Doctor's best intentions, wanting to watch him, wanting to see his hair grow mussed and lips part, he couldn't help but close his eyes as his head fell back to the pillow, body lithe and rising to meet him. "Oh, god yes," he murmured, fingers tightening a little in Chase's hair.

Chase was probably never going to admit it aloud, but he really did like it when people tugged at his hair. It tugged on his heart a little, this reminder that someone could want him so much. He let out a tiny moan as he continued to lap shallow and soft strokes with his tongue, careful not to go too deep when he hadn't done this in a while.

Chase was probably never going to admit it aloud, but he really did like it when people tugged at his hair. It tugged on his heart a little, this reminder that someone could want him so much. He let out a tiny moan as he continued to lap shallow and soft strokes with his tongue, careful not to go too deep when he hadn't done this in a while.

It was honestly almost better than deep and hard and fast, because the Doctor wasn't used to it either, it wasn't like they'd been doing much of it. He was trying desperately not to push it, to keep back and keep control, and he moaned, bit back by his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

Chase let his eyes fall shut because he didn't have to see this in order for it to be real. He knew that, somewhere. He also knew that this wasn't going to be a quick fix and he had to work at it. Maybe blowjobs were just the first step in the process was all.

He licked his lower lip and swallowed hard, easing away just long enough to glance up at the Doctor. "More?" he asked, voice husky.

The Doctor was breathing hard, shallow, eyes opening to look at Chase, lips parted but almost like he was stunned. Overwhelmed. "You," he breathed, and reached down to run his fingers over Chase's jaw.

It wasn't yes or no, it was wanting whatever Chase could give.

Chase surged slowly up until he was parallel to the Doctor's body, hovering and merely there, not moving at all. "How?" was all he returned, meaning it and not about to balk at any suggestion or remark.

And honestly, the Doctor didn't know, eyes wide and body absolutely begging to be up against Chase again, to be as close to one bloody person as was possible.

"I just want you." For some reason, he blushed, a storm of pink overwhelming freckles, and eased up back onto his elbows before pressing forward to kiss him.

Chase knew that part, at least. He wasn't about to argue that part and his breaths were shaky as he exhaled them against the Doctor's cheek. "I meant...what position," he clarified, which was better than just repeating another 'how' into thin air.

The Doctor knew that, and it took substantial effort not to roll his eyes. He nipped a brief bite against Chase's chin, lips dragging against stubble. "Just here like this," he murmured.

Chase leaned forward, hips rolling as he succumbed to the kiss and cupped the Doctor's cheeks greedily in order to take as much as he could from him, letting out a keen of a whine as he did. "You in me," Chase half-begged with breathless abandon. "Please?"

Chase's accent was thick and his mouth so bloody hot and wet and the Doctor's breath caught in his chest, because seriously, there wasn't any resisting that.

"Who'm I to say no," he replied with a gasp, one hand still against Chase's jaw as he reached over for the oil at the side of the bed with the other.

Chase shifted until there was enough space on the bed so that he could lie there, sprawled and wriggling slightly as he stared at the Doctor. "After this," he spoke, words catching together slightly. "We'll be better, yeah? We won't be so tense?"

The Doctor leaned down and kissed him, teeth catching on his lower lip. "I hope so," he said, fingers sliding down between Chase's legs, slick and desperate. "I want to be."

He wanted to believe.

Chase let his lids flicker closed as he let out a soft gasp of a moan, writhing slightly as he tried to coax the Doctor onwards, biting his lip as if that was adequate begging and licking the corner of his mouth. "I'll try to be," he earnestly promised, accent thick as he begged. "Please. Just...this."

"I'm not stopping," the Doctor swore, and it wasn't clear if he meant sex or everything. Fingertips slid back against skin, expert enough and not particularly hesitant, either, before he moved in. The slip was gentle but his kiss was not, hand moving into Chase's hair and pushing it back from his face.

Chase wouldn't mind if they made marks and bruises from this. He absolutely wouldn't, because it would be something, a mark that they had done it, that they had found a break to the usual monotony of their icy frustrations.

Chase let out a long moan as the Doctor kissed him and he parted his thighs just a little more to encourage the Doctor deeper.

The Doctor hadn't really thought about it. It was just as well, and he slid his fingers in and deep, two at once with a twist of his wrist, gasping at the sheer heat. "Fuck, Rob," he mumbled, because it wasn't like he'd forgotten, just that he'd rarely needed it more.

Chase let out a pleased and heady laugh, tipping his head back and trying to focus on the overwhelming heat that was threatening to claim him. He swallowed hard, but a moan didn't escape that muffling. "C'mon, get to the good part," he half-teased.

"Oh, come on," said the Doctor, breath catching in his throat even so, and cocked his fingers upwards for a brief stroke before he added another, almost delaying it just to be a prick.

Chase bit down on his lip before an absolute spat-out profanity could escape him. As much as he knew that he was never going to be a deacon, never going to be a man of god, there was only so much blasphemy and swearing he could do before he started to feel more than bad about all of it. So instead, he whined, a petulant and needy whine. "Please?"

The Doctor bit back a smirk, which was, frankly, just as good as actually smirking, his eyes dark and flashing amusement. Slowly he eased back, fingers trailing slow as he did, and methodically went for the lube. "Well, if you insist."

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