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This will be the first chapter of what will hopefully, if you give me your input and ideas and dirty, nasty thoughts, a series. Doctor Who had some hot guys (http://www.bbc.co.uk/cult/doctorwho/) and they aren't remarked upon enough, if you ask me. This story features Peter Davison (the 5th Doctor) and his companion Adric.
Traveling through time and space could be messy work at times. The slime monsters of Varnkos were easily washed from the mind, but not quite as easily from the body. Teenage ward Nyssa and sarcastic Aussie air hostess Tegan had retired to their respective quarters for a long night of scrubbing and exfoliating.
The Doctor was in the midst of removing one of his many layers of clothes (suit jacket, then pullover, then suspenders, then shirt, then undershirt) when his other teenage ward, 16-year old Adric, arrived. His uniform a mess.
"I-I'm A MESS!!" He shrieked. "My mathematics medal, my clothes are covered in slime. They're RUINED!!!"
Adric did love to pout, and whine. He had such deciliously puffy lips that he almost made the practice seem sexy.
The Doctor wore so many clothes, and kept such a civil distance, because he was actually a very sexually driven - and long-frustrated - man. His lanky, blonde form was ripe for an affection that his companions could not and should not provide. Except of course Adric, who was right now asking to be helped out of his sticky uniform (really a garishly colored green/red/yellow pajama top and bottoms).
"HELP ME, DOCTOR!!!" Adric whined, his brown eyes peeking through overlong Beatles-style black hair. As he turned around, The Doctor notice (not for the first time) what a supple rear end - bubble arse was an apt term - his young companion had. How he wanted to run his hands and a few other fleshy appendages against the soft, pliant cheeks. He'd accidentally seen Adric almost-naked once, inside the Tardis' poolhouse. The smooth, pale, firm young skin was so close to the touch, even in those baggy swimming trunks that were full of a surprisingly ample bulge. They'd almost kissed that day....almost, Adric and the stars in his eyes.
The Doctor wanted to stop these thoughts. He wasn't sure what to do. Why, why, why did he have these morals, why did...
"Doctor, where is the shower? Help me NOW!!!"
The Doctor pondered. What should he do?
To be continued.
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