Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

No smoking

A/N: So this is super short spur of the moment before I finish my other longer oneshot (up tonight... Tomorrow... IDK...) So yeah ENJOY!

PS: I think the song on the side is kinda appropriate... Comment if you love P!ATD!!!

PSS: I usually have a plan when I write these... This however doesn't. Playing it by ear.

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"Benedict Cumberbatch I have told you before, but I mean it this time, if you walk into my home smelling like an old ash tray and expect me to want to hug you...." Benedict rolled his eyes and took off his coat, draping it carefully on Tom's coat hanger. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry. You know it's an addiction, I'm surprised you haven't started it yourself." Ben answered with a sly smile, "You can have one if you want." Ben continued. Tom cut him off before he could offer one, "You want me to play around with death? You have so much to live for and a great career, as do I, and you think it's a good idea to smoke so often your lungs turn black and you cough them up out of your body?" Tom replied hastily. Benedict smiled, "Well maybe I can stop if I found someone. Or a new addiction... That'd work fine." he winked at Tom and slid the pack of cigarettes back into his coat pocket, his breath doused in the stench of nicotine-tar. Tom let out an over reacted cough and threw a hand on to his own forehead, "You're killing me! The second hand smoke-" Benedict let out a laugh, "What if it was killing me? Would you stop then? Your best friend?" Benedict put a hand on Tom's lower back and dipped him down so his head almost hit the floor. He moved close to Tom's face, staring directly into his eyes with a smirk, "Maybe." he whispered to him.

Benedict let go of Tom's back, letting him fall the couple of centimeters left beneath him. Tom ran a tongue over his lips and stood up, his face red and showing obvious cues to being flustered. Tom sniffed in air through his nose and put a hand on his back, "Arsehole." He muttered under his breath. Benedict bowed slightly, "That's me. You love me for it though." Tom shook his head, "No. No I don't... No. What makes you think I love you?" Tom bantered with him playfully. Benedict shrugged, "Cos if you didn't I wouldn't have been invited over here;" Tom let out a sigh of defeat.

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"So what are we doin' today?" Benedict asked, leaning against the counter in Tom's kitchen. Tom shrugged, "I thought we could just hang out here."

Tom backed up carefully and slipped a hand into Benedict's coat pocket, removing the square box of cigarettes and dropping them in the trash without Ben even so much as giving him a glance to know what he'd done.

"Movie?" Tom asked, walking away from the trash can and sitting on his black couch that formed an 'L' he sat down in the corner of the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. Benedict met him at the couch and sat down beside him. Tom pressed a button on his TV remote and it led him to a screen of movies. Tom's face went pale and he switched to another screen quickly and Benedict let out a quick laugh, "Were those all the movies I was in?" Ben asked trying to grab the remote from his hand and switch to the previous screen. Tom stretch the hand with his remote above his hand, "No! It was a coincidence you're in them! I don't just watch you!" Benedict climbed on top of Tom and snatched the remote from his hand and smiled at him. He breathed out a heavy breath and looked down at him, his knees on either side of his legs. "You're so out of breath because your lungs have had so much nicotine breathed into them." Tom muttered beneath him. Ben smirked, "Ah yes, but you're breathing heavily too. What might we deduce from this?" Benedict muttered in his Sherlock like tone. Ben pressed a hand to Tom's chest and leaned in closer to him, meeting their lips in one quick move.

Tom kissed back quickly and wrapped his hands around his waist. He gripped his shirt into his hands and pushed him as close to his chest as he could, he could feel his pulse quicken, bleeding through his shirt. He prayed that Ben couldn't feel it in his palms, one still placed flat against his chest, the other wrapped around his neck with a thumb on his jawbone. Ben's hand contracted around Tom's white skin tight t-shirt, balling the fabric into his fists before releasing it. Tom held in the sound that beckoned to fly from his mouth. Tom's hand slipped farther down his back and he dug his fingers into the skin of his back, his tongue swiping over the bottom of his lip for permission to enter his mouth. Ben's knees contracted and he slid down closer to his body, letting his tongue explore his mouth before pulling away from his mouth and looking down before meeting his eyes, "And then that happened." Ben whispered under his breath. Tom let out a small laugh, "For a smoker-" Tom started before being cut off. Ben pressed his lips to him quickly and then pulled off, "Don't 'for a smoker' me. If you keep this up I can throw the nicotine in the trash and call it a day because I just found a new addiction." Tom smiled and pushed him off of his lap and toppled him on the couch, "I'm good with that." Tom muttered close to his mouth. Practically moving against his lips, "But you gotta brush your teeth first." He finished before climbing off of him and sitting back to the corner of the couch. "I don't have a tooth brush." Benedict answered quickly, sitting up.

He moved closer to him and kissed his jawline, his hands running over Tom's shoulder, his hand swiping the skin of his clavice. Tom let out a high pitched pip and pushed a now growling Benedict off him, "There are extras in the utility closet." He grunted.

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Benedict trotted back to the couch, "Better?" he asked, Tom cocked his head back to look at him and breathed in his minty fresh breath, "Much." He answered. Benedict climbed over the back of the couch, pinning Tom to the back of it, "I like to be the dominate one." He whispered into his ear, his voice low. Tom easily slipped from his grasp and nailed him back to the couch, " Well then, I guess we'll have a problem, get used to being recessive." He answered slyly. Ben let out a small whimper from beneath him, "Okay," he muttered quietly.

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A/N: TAAADDDAAAA! YOU LIKE IT? No? Okay... That's cool. Well byyyyyeee!