Into the 51st Century, for the_corsair

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The Doctor was nervous.

It wasn't a sort of anxiety he was used to - it didn't concern mortal peril, or faulty circuits, or Gallifreyan politics.

No, those all made sense.

He was simply taking Byron on a trip, one he'd suggested a long time ago. Their first trip in his TARDIS, yes, but that was hardly cause for fidgeting so much.

Really, it made him feel so very young and it was both irritating and exhilarating.

He took a breath before striding out of the TARDIS to wait outside the door. He was still, finally, silently hoping that nothing would go wrong.

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"Yes." He nodded, and returned the smile before turning towards the doors.

"Let's not keep that gentleman waiting any longer, hmm?"

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Byron glanced down at them both and then smirked slightly. "We're still overdressed."

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He froze, and turned back slowly.

"Ah. Yes. Right. We are at that." He sternly reminded himself that he had, in fact, agreed to this, and began to shrug off his coat.

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Byron watched for a long moment, then smiled and shrugged out of his as well, before moving to brush his fingers down the Doctor's shirt.

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His own smile was nervous, but warm, and it lit his eyes when Byron approached. He raised his hands, pressing them lightly against his chest; a welcome, not a rebuke.

"How many layers do you have on?" His eyes sparkled with amusement, easing the tension in his muscles.

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Byron glanced down, as if assessing. "Three or four, at least..."

He looked back up with a rueful smile, then started on the Doctor's buttons.

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He chuckled, and his fingers slid down to tug playfully at his shirt. If he focused on the moment his nerves could subside a little. He hoped.

"You seem to have me beaten..." Particularly since he had, in fact, gone without the jumper. Personally, he thought the question mark suspenders were rather stylish.

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Byron smirked a little bit. "Well, I didn't know we'd be landing on a beach, and layers seemed a wise choice....."

He couldn't help leaning in and brushing his lips over the Doctor's neck as he undid the rest of his buttons, fingers hooking in the quite adorable suspenders.

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"Isn't it summer?" he replied with an amused smile; moments later his lips parted, and his head tilted back, just slightly. It was becoming... instinctive.

Strange. New. Nice.

After a moments hesitation his hands drew back, and tugged the shirt off, letting it fall.

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"In the Northern Hemisphere, yes," Byron agreed, fingers tugging at his waistband lightly. "But what if we'd landed in Australia?" He smiled a little reprovingly, as if giving a geography lesson.

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His indignant look was ruined slightly when he glanced down at Byron's hand.

"We would not have landed in Australia." A moment, in which his hands rose and his fingers curled in Byron's shirt. He was feeling distinctly under-dressed at the moment and he was going to put a stop to it.

"...Probably."

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Byron couldn't help the laugh that escaped, eyes almost gleeful for a moment, younger than was their wont.

"Probably," he repeated with a soft murmur, hands moving to help the Doctor get him out of his shirt.

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"Quite," the Doctor said, and managed to sound terse as he pulled Byron's shirt over his head. It faded from his voice immediately after.

"Well, that's better."

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The tenseness eased with the terseness, an automatic reaction he was working to control.

"But not yet perfect..." His fingers went back to the buttons of the Doctor's trousers.

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The Doctor's hands had drifted to his shoulders; his fingers worked soothing patterns into his skin that no one on Earth would recognise.

"Hmm..."

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Byron smiled a little, slowly, leaning into him a bit as he eased the Doctor's pants down over his hips. The touches felt good, eyes falling half closed.

"Better...."

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His breath caught as his trousers slide down, and then he was kicking them off his feet, and his hands were trailing down Byron's sides to repay the favour.

"Better..." He repeated as his fingers began to slide down his bare thighs. An accidental touch, surely.

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Byron thought dimly about the beach, but decided it would be rather rude to wander around out there so...interested in his companion. He leaned in and brushed his lips over the Doctor's.

"It could be even better..."

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His chuckle is soft, lower than usual, and he's smiling lazily when he speaks, hands drifting up to curl in Byron's hair.

"I've no doubt, but the poor man's probably still waiting for us..."

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Byron sighed, then pouted. "That's likely far too true...."

He stripped off the rest of his clothes, then held out his hand to the Doctor.

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The Doctor concentrated on getting his shoes off, because really, pouting was hardly fair.

He rose slowly, though he took Byron's hand eagerly enough, and turned towards the door, swallowing.

"...Is it odd, do you think, that I'd be less anxious if we were about to confront a vicious mob?"

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Byron had snagged his cane in his free hand and looked down at his mangled leg with a grimace.

"No."

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The Doctor turned toward him, gaze following his, passing easily over his foot and rising again to meet his eyes. He squeezed his hand as he stepped closer, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

"When I said this was a time of acceptance, I did mean of everything," he said softly; and he allowed his eyes to roam with that daring, desiring look very few people got to see, and beneath that, unyielding admiration.

"There are far more interesting things to notice regardless." He smiled, then, brightly and truly.

"You may not have noticed, but you're quite beautiful and engaging."

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The look made him smile, and the idea of acceptance, while nearly impossible to accept, was enough to let him truly wrap his fingers firmly around the Doctor's.

"I don't know how I can be called that..." It had been the bane of his existence, truly.

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"I do." His voice was quiet, still, but very firm; absolute in its certainty.

"Shall we?" He seemed to have forgotten about his own anxiety.