the cautious losers and emotional wrecks (for Chase)

[sortofaman]

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.

Subject lyrics by Bob Seger.

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[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Fuck, Rob," hissed the Doctor, fingers tightening on his hips as he slowed a little to savour it, to feel Chase's body react to him, to know he'd done it, before he started to thrust again. "Oh, god, you beauty."

[dr_robchase]

Chase squeezed his eyes tightly shut and gave himself a moment to breathe before rocking again, finally opening his eyes to land his gaze on the Doctor and grin raggedly. "C'mon," he coaxed with a groan. "Your turn, Doctor. C'mon," he kept insisting.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

"Make...it sound like a race." The Doctor couldn't help himself, he started laughing, but he was unable to stop moving, and it was a pleased laugh. He bent to kiss Chase once more, and orgasm hit him nearly out of nowhere.

[dr_robchase]

Chase lazily kissed the Doctor all the while they rocked and moved together. He smiled a slow and sticky thing, kissing down the Doctor's neck as he pushed against the Doctor to try and draw out the orgasm, wanting it to last, like it would somehow make them both happier for a little longer. "In that case," he mumbles. "You win."

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

Shifting against him, the Doctor mumbled something against his hair. He moaned at the last streak of pleasure that ran through him, then heaved a long sigh. "Think," he murmured, "it was a tie. Don't want to win...if you're not there."

[dr_robchase]

Chase settled and made his way onto his side so that he could drape one leg over the Doctor's waist, settled and content. "I'm right here," he promised, pressing a light kiss to the Doctor's temple. "Don't worry about me. Okay?" And it meant far more than just that moment.

[sortofaman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor moved a bit to shift out of him, just so they could lay there. "I'll try," he said, eyes half closed. "But it's not exactly something that comes easily."

[dr_robchase]

Chase shifted so that he could rest as comfortably as possible, even though a part of him wished they had a shower so he could quickly get clean. "Call it a challenge. Stop worrying about me. I'm sure you can do it."