Hiddlebatch one shot(s)

The Sugar Thief

A/N: so I got this idea a while back and didn't know how to portray it... but now I do!

Summary: Ben keeps pretending he has no sugar so he can come see Tom.

Warning: fluff and minor smut... Also I'm ill so may not mAke much sense!!!

Words: lots.

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Ben tapped his foot impatiently, his gaze switching quickly from his phone to his door, "Two minutes and then he'll be up for twenty minutes. " He repeated to himself again for possibly the thirtieth time in the past two minutes.

He checked himself in the mirror again, smiling a stupid smile, fixing his best pyjama pants so the sat perfectly on his hips so just a bit of his flat stomach and his hip bones would show if he reached his hands up... Which he had "Accidentally" done multiple times when he went over there.

He looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before his phone alarm blared to tell him it was time to go. He covered the phone's small speaker as the sound may have traveled through the walls to Tom's house. He ruffled his hair and pulled his pants down just a smidgen before heading out, leaving his phone on his counter.

He figured this was probably the last time he could use the, 'Can I borrow your sugar.' Excuse as this was about the fifteenth morning he had done this. So today was the day he would make a move.

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He reached a hand to the wood of Tom's flat's door, "Come on in, Ben." Ben felt a pink blush prickle across his cheeks but he swallowed it before stepping in. Tom smiled, "You need sugar again?" Tom queried with an eyebrow raise and a smirk, Ben felt the blush return but nodded. He found his breath being drawn out of his mouth quickly as he stared at Tom's bare chest. Tom looked down, sharing a blush with Ben, maybe sleeping shirtless when he expected his neighbour to join him for his breakfast was a bad idea. Or a rather brilliant one.

Tom poured a second cup of coffee and threw in some sugar, "Have a seat." He motioned to the small island like bar in the centre of his kitchen. Ben nodded, sitting down, "I think I'll have to pick you up some sugar when I go out next." Tom winked, sliding the cup of coffee into Ben's waiting hands.

Though he loved sharing stories in the morning with Ben he always began to feel flustered shortly after they began to exchange daily events. His mind would automatically began to imagine just how Ben looked asleep and how it would feel with him curled up next to him. Which usually left him clueless as to what Ben would ask him, "If you come over again I might start to think you have a crush on me." Tom flirted with the idea in his head.

Ben turned pink and chuckled nervously, "Ha ha- ahh-No- just so busy, hard to get to the store." Ben dug his nails into his arm, still staring at Tom. Tom looked Ben up and down, cocking his head. He pulled Ben's hand away from his arm, curling his fingers into the spaces between Ben's to get him to stop, "Ben, stop, don't hurt yourself,I was just joking." Tom's eyes flashed to his arm where he'd dug his nails in.

Ben tucked his arm under the table, "Sorry, childhood habit... Nothing serious or more than that. Swear." he felt his fingers begin to shake a bit but he hoped Tom wouldn't remove his hand. Tom opened his mouth to speak but no words came out, "I do it when I get nervous." Ben continue to blabber.

Tom found himself zoning out soon after that, Ben blabbering on about the times he dug his nails into his arm by accident, "Why are you nervous around me?" Tom spat out, Ben mid sentence on how he was trying to stop. Ben sucked his cheeks in, puckering his lips, he desperately wanted to pick at his arm again but didn't dare move it from Tom's grasp, "I Uhm- I- I guess- Er- When it's addressed I- ugh- I don't know." But Tom had zoned out agin.