"Can you believe it Rory, a beach planet. A beach that takes up an entire planet. This is brilliant," Amy said as she adjusted her massive orange sun-hat.

"Yeah, just great," Rory said, rather unenthusiastically.

"What's the matter Rory; don't be such a wet blanket."

"I guess I'm just not much of a beach person. Never saw the fun in sunburns, jellyfish, or... sand in your pants."

"Well I'm going out, you two catch up."

"Well if you change your mind, there's a group of underwater mushrooms a little ways from here, quite tasty actually," the Doctor said, as he pulled off his shirt and put on a pair or ridiculously large goggles that made him look rather like a tall, pale fish.

"I'll leave you to your mushrooms," Rory said. He couldn't help but stare at the Doctor's smooth, toned stomach. He had always pictured the Doctor being very thin, almost bony, but he had a lot of definition on his torso. Rory followed a thin trial of hair from the Doctor's bellybutton down. It disappeared into his red and white striped swim trunks.


"Sorry, got a bit lost in thought there for a moment."

"Right. Well come and join us if you like." He turned and walked out the TARDIS door.

Rory didn't know what was happening. He couldn't keep his eyes off the Doctors bum.

It's so... tight, thought Rory. He wanted to squeeze it. He wanted to feel the Doctor against him. Their bodies pressed together chest to chest. What would the Doctor taste like? Rory could feel his heart beating faster as he imagined kissing the Doctor. Pushing the Doctor against the console and pushing his tongue into the Doctors mouth. Rory imagined sliding his hands up the Doctor's smooth, firm torso and up to his head. Running his fingers through the his hair.

The TARDIS door opened suddenly. Rory started and moved behind the console to hide the rather obvious bulge in his trousers.

"Forgot my floaty," the Doctor said as he picked up a duck floaty. "Are you sure you're alright Rory, you look a bit flushed."

"Fine," said Rory, "I'm just going to have a lie down; I'm a little tired." He turned and walked toward his room, making sure to get one last glimpse of the Doctor's shirtless body before he did.

What the hell am I thinking, I have a wife.

So, should I continue? I know it's short, but it's the first Doctor Who fic I've written.