"Meet me there," Chase had said, and the Doctor, contrary to popular belief, was not drunk enough to have no idea what he meant. First, there was quite a bit more party to go, that was certain
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Chase eased into nothing at all in his room, the daylight shining against his back and he grinned, turning a little and murmuring, "Come in" before lying down on the bed, torso up.
The Doctor opened the door, brows cocked slightly, and eased into the room. It was probably cliche. Or maybe the booze. Regardless, the sight took his breath away. "Hey," he whispered, closing the door behind him.
Brows still raised, the Doctor took his own shirt off and straddled Chase's desk chair, leaning his arms against the back of it. "So that's your plan, is it?" he drawled.
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