There was a knock at the door at around 5:58pm. Ben looked up from his laptop. Early. He smiled and jumped up to open the door.

"Bilbo Baggins," Benedict said as he saw his hedgehog at the door, "fancy seeing you here."

"I could say the same to you Mr. Holmes." Martin replied.

They both giggled before Ben eventually invited Martin into his flat. His flat wasn't the biggest or the most expensive flat in the world. Benedict preferred it that way. Living alone, he liked to have his own space but not too much that he felt like he was living in a hotel. The flat slightly resembled 221b. He liked it that way. It was familiar and comfortable.

Martin fell back onto the sofa as Benedict went to get them both a glass of wine.

"Red or white?" He shouted from the kitchen.

"Whatever works." Martin replied.

He decided to bring the bottle out with him. He put their glasses down on the table in front of them before falling down next to his friend. They turned to face each other and laughed. For some reason they both felt awkward around each other. Benedict had no idea why Martin felt awkward. Maybe he could tell that his best friend had an overwhelming urge to snog him.

They chatted for a while and lost track of time. Suddenly, the awkwardness was gone and they felt comfortable around one another. They laughed all night and neither one of them had any idea why.

A few glasses of wine later and they were both drunk. Well, they both thought that the other person was drunk but in reality, they both knew exactly what they were doing.

Benedict leant closer to his friend as Martin stared at his lips. A few moments later, their lips met. They kissed passionately as their tongues fought for dominance. Ben began to run his hands though Martins short blond hair as Martin pulled Benedict closer.

That was the last thing they could remember. The rest was a beautiful, messed up blur.