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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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.

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Byron nodded, a little tight, eyes wide, and then the mask fell, the work of a moment and the poet and libertine was back in the confident twist of his lips.

"I'm ready."

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His smile, he knew, was rather weak, as encouraging as he wanted to be. Now that Byron was ready - as much as he would be - the Doctor was growing anxious again.

He didn't do things like this, and for good reason, but the rules had changed a bit, hadn't they, and perhaps this would be good for him anyway, and...

Right. Leading Byron through the door, outside. Vulnerable.

He gave their greeter a jaunty wave.

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Byron's fingers were tight on the Doctor's, so aware of his leg that it hurt, though really, the rest of him he had no issue showing off. Had done, on stage, far more than the one time in Miami. Some might call it pathological in some ways, but he didn't care.

But his foot made him nervous and twitchy. Still, he smiled at the handsome young man as well.

"We decided to stay.,"

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His eyes had widened when they stepped out - which was fair, the Doctor supposed - but then his expression softened into a warm smile, and he stepped forward.

"I'm glad." He kept his eyes on theirs; not with the strain of someone trying not to look - at something either pleasant or not - but the ease of one who wasn't particularly bothered either way.

He gestured widely at the expanse of sand and sea in front of them.

"You can stay here, if you like. There are also private rooms, recreation halls, diners..."

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"Thank you," Byron said with a quiet smile. "It's quite the set up, it sounds like."

Really, he was impressed. He'd only been to a few nude beaches, and granted that was in his time, but none of them were quite so...open and accepting about everything. He relaxed a bit more.

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His response was a bright grin.

"Thank you. We do try our best." Even the Doctor was smiling faintly; he was still keenly aware of his own nudity, and he was fairly certain his cheeks were rather pink, but...

"You succeed," he said quietly. Such tolerance could only be admired, only be exhilarating.

He looked at Byron, and his smile widened, if nervously.

"What do you think?"

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"The water," Byron said, almost immediately, casting a longing look at the ocean. That was what he knew, where he was comfortable, where he could shine more than he ever could on land, physically.

And it would ease both of their discomfort, he thought, though coming back out might be hard.

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