A/N:
Just so you know, although I love Amanda and Sophie, they are not in these books as Ben and Martins lovers!
And I'd like to note this used to be a four chapter book, but I decided to edit it into a oneshot because I can. :)
Bye!
Benedict was tired- no, more than tired. He was barely dragging his feet across the floor, "Good morning." He nearly growled in his low voice. He's meant to be cheery, but he was far to tired.
"Good morning, Ben- God, did you get hit by a train?" Martin laughed, pulling his head up from his phone, staring up to his poor friend.
"I wish. It'd be better than this." He grumbled, falling into the chair by Martin, "I didn't sleep at all last night."
"And that's because...?" Martin asked, still swiping his finger across his phone's screen.
"I didn't think a couple could last that long during sex." He said bluntly, and Martin nearly fell over, out of his chair, "Are you alright..? Martin?"
Martin then laughed, and Benedict stared to him confused, "What did I say?!"
"I've never heard you be so blunt before, Ben!" Martin giggled, "Especially about something as obnoxious as sexual interco-"
"I get it! You've never seen me tired." Benedict grumbled, pulling his hoodie around him tightly.
"Here, Ben... We have a while until we actually have to do anything." Martin said softly, motioning towards his lap.
"No, people will.. Ship us or whatever the hell they call it." He chuckled lightly, but Martin just pulled him into his chest.
"Ben, I'm your best friend. It doesn't matter what anybody else does." Martin said plainly, holding Ben's head up in his arms, gently brushing through the messy but nice Sherlock curls.
Benedict fell asleep that morning in his best friends arms.. Little did he know what was for the future.
And that's where it all started.. One sleepy morning with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman.
. . .
Benedict awoke to being shook, "Beeeen... Benedict.. Come on drama queen get up.."
Martin.
Benedict opened his eyes, looking up to his grinning friend, "Welcome back to reality, sunshine. We have to get on set in a half hour."
Benedict sighed sitting up, "How long was I asleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes in his adorable little-child manner.
"About.. An hour or so..?" He mumbled, nudging Ben's shoulder, "Come on, we gotta' get our makeup and crap done. I'll grab you a coffee."
Benedict just stared at Martin for a moment, absorbed by his grey-blue eyes. Eventually he nodded, mumbling a makeshift agreement.
"Okay, I'll meet you at the trailer." Martin said with a grin before running off, and Ben just smiled tiredly.
He stood up, shaking the sleepiness out of him, "Wake up! You have to be John's Sherlock today." He said to himself, jumping on his toes slightly before rushing to the stylist's trailer.
He hadn't really noticed it, but he couldn't wait to see Martin and his beautiful eyes again.
It's just because he's his friend, right? He just wants to laugh with him and such... Right?
Questioned scrambled through Ben's head as he walked into the trailer, taking a deep breath, "Let's do this."
. . .
