Feeling self-conscious, the Doctor blushed a bit at being watched like that, and fumbled his laces, but he got them undone in the end, and shoved them off. He pulled off his shirt and flung it aside, then wriggled to the end of the bed to shimmy out of his trousers and underwear.
His hearts were beating fast, there was a faint flush down his chest, and his cock was standing hard and proud, even if he himself was still a little uncertain.
"Well, there we are then!" he announced, with a self-conscious grin. "What do you want to do with me?"