Ben x Toby lemon

Part one (Yogurt)

Toby moved through the hallway towards the kitchen. It was around 2 am, or was it 4? He didn't remember the last time he looked a clock. He passed the rest of the creepypastas bedrooms, the few in this huge house that were occupied. He was careful not he wake any of the younger kids on the creaky staircase down. He reached the main floor and let go of the railing. He stepped down the last stair and quietly hurried to the kitchen.

The kitchen was a large modern thing of shiny metal, slick tile and humming machines. It was connected to the even larger chill space, couches and coffee tables. Comfy carpet under foot, a nice change from the hard unforgiving kitchen tile. He pasts the new coffee machine sitting on the counter, he knew better then to use it, Masky would know.

 Reaching the fridge he pulled it open and rummaged inside for something to eat. He finds a cup of yogurt. He doesn't feel like eating much, he doesn't even know why he bothered coming down here for this. Sighing he closed the fridge and tuned coming face to face or rather face to chest with a tall elf.

"Oh hey." He moved around Ben, opening his cup of yogurt, towards the living room.

It was much more comfortable then his own room.

"Nice ass." It was said so quietly he almost didn't hear it.

He turns his head, cocking it to the the side and locking eyes on Ben. Ben stared back at him, his eyes glowing slightly in the dark.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?" He asked, the yogurt briefly forgotten in his hand, he hadn't even grabbed a spoon.

Ben responded, his voice loud in the quiet room. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

Toby decided he wanted to see where this would go, they were always on the brink of something more, but neither of them wanted to say anything. EJ pretended he didn't see it it but Toby knew he did.

"You should be careful be careful, things might get dirty." He sets the yogurt down half opened on the nearest table and saunters towards the elf, painfully aware of how tall Ben is compared to his own short stature. 

Ben's eyes flash with something and he meets Toby halfway. Toby's feet on the carpet, his on the tile. They stare each other down. The silent is so loud in Toby's ears. It stretches on and one as Ben seems to undress him with his eyes. Toby's Tourettes acts up, his shoulder bouncing randomly. Suddenly the silence is broken by Ben.

"Maybe I want them to.." He pauses, considering Toby. "What are you gonna do shorty?"

Toby crosses the divide, grabs Ben's shirt collar and uses it to hike himself up onto his waist "Wanna find out?"

 Ben's face turns a light red, the dim light coming from the stove light behind him lighting up his golden hair. He keeps his cool though, wrapping his long spindly gamer fingers around Toby waist suggestively. He leans in closer to Toby's face, only inches away from his lips as he smirks.

"Maybe I do Toby." Barely have the words left his mouth before Toby slips his tongue between his lips and into his mouth.

He's kissing his best friend. In the kitchen. A open cup of yogurt behind him. At 4 am. He doesn't care as he kisses Ben harshly. Trying hard to bruise his mouth with his own.