"Morning." Benedict whispered into his little hedgehogs ear. Martin was slowly regaining consciousness. He woke up with his head resting on Ben's bare chest. Benedict was running his fingers through Martin's hair. He sighed happily.

"Morning."

"Before you ask, I don't think we... You know..." Ben suddenly felt awkward again.

"Shame." Martin said smirking flirtatiously.

Benedict rested his arm behind his head as Martin rapped his arms around Ben's waist. He began to fall asleep again. Benedict was happier than he'd ever been before. Every time he looked down at his blond haired friend, he felt butterfly's in his stomach. Either that or he was hungry.

They stayed this way for a while before Benedict suddenly realised something, he had work today. He checked his phone for the time: 9:14. They still had a while. Ben and Martin had to get to the BBC to film Sherlock at 10.

"Listen Bilbo. As much as I love this, we need to be down at the studio in 45 minutes." Benedict said cheekily.

"I really have woken up next to Smaug haven't I?" Martin said before kissing him and getting up.

Ben led in bed and watched Martin get dressed. Once he was finished, he stared down at his friend.

"Oi, you've got to get ready too! I'll go make breakfast. How would you like your eggs?"

"Benedict." He said. He then proceeded to wink and get up.

Martin began making the breakfast whilst trying to remember last night. He couldn't stop smiling. He didn't care what happened, all he cared about was the fact that he woke up to Benedict Cumberbatch.

Martin continued to make the breakfast before Ben came up and hugged him from behind.

"Ben..." He said under his breath.

"Shh... Just continue making the breakfast hedgehog."

"Hedgehog?" Martin asked.

"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" Benedict whispered into Martin's ear. How the hell did he make that sound sexy? Martin wondered to himself. Oh yeah, he's Benedict Cumberbatch.

They ate their breakfast together in silence but they walked away feeling like it was the best conversation they'd ever had. Ben checked the time: 9:46.

"Let's go." He said.

"What if anyone suspects something?" Martin asked worriedly.

"They won't." Ben smirked and kissed him on the cheek. Martin couldn't help but blush, "Come on."

They walked out of the flat and got into Martin's car. Martin was driving with Ben in the passengers seat. It was only then that he decided to bring it up.

"Ben..." He began, "What just happened?"

Benedict looked at him. "I don't know." He replied.

"Why did you invite me round in the first place? What did you need to talk to me about?"

Ben took a deep breath before saying, "The fact that I think I'm in love with my best friend."