A/N: This popped in my mind…I don't know them in real life and I don't know their personalities or their relationships…This is just my imagination, it's a really short fic about real person slash and if you don't like please don't read..Oh, and don't hate me about this, I hate myself enough for Amanda's position already…I'm sorry…I hope you like it…
Show time
It was cold and rainy. Everyone had their black umbrellas. The Autumn was ending.
Martin and Amanda were waiting, they still didn't go through the red carpet and it was late.
-Here he comes- Amanda announced.
Benedict was waving his hand at them. It had been a couple of months they didn't see each other because of their busy schedules.
When he reached them, Martin saw that he wasn't alone.
Benedict greeted them and introduced David.
-Are you dating?- Amanda asked.
-Yes- Benedict answered looking straight to Martin.
-That's good! Don't you think it's great?- She asked shaking his husband's hand.
-Of course I do!- he answered faking a smile.
They entered to the cinema after fifteen minutes signing autographs.
Amanda and David went ahead to chat and left behind Benedict and Martin.
-Are you jealous?- Benedict teased. Martin looked at him with hate.-Good, that's how I feel every time I see you with Amanda- and without another word he went with the others.
When The Hobbit started, Amanda lay her head on his husband's shoulder and stayed like that all the movie. David sat next to Benedict and focused on the film. Martin and Benedict were sitting next to each other. At the half of the movie Benedict started to rub Martin's thigh and didn't stop until the movie ended.
The kids were with their grandparents. It was 10pm and everything was quiet. The bell rang and Amanda answered. Benedict and David entered and went to greet Martin in the living room. While the dinner was stewing they sat and talked and watched the TV.
-Ahh…Benny, Mark gave a copy of the script for you, come and I will give it to you.
They went to his study. When they came in Martin closed the door behind them. Benedict was smiling with triumphant air. Martin came closer and kissed him with craziness. It was a battle for power. Nobody could tell where one mouth ended and the other initiated. Martin led Benedict by the shirt and put him on the desk. Their breaths were rushed. Martin, introducing a hand on Benedict's trousers, whispered on his ear:
-You're only mine, get it?
Benedict couldn't articulate a thought. He lay on the desk and took Martin with him. His mouth started to go down…Mouth, chin, neck…There was no place his lips couldn't kiss…
There was a knock on the door and they split up.
-The dinner's ready-Amanda told them.
They calmed themselves, accommodated their hairs and clothes and went out the room.
-Remember what I told you, have it in mind-Martin told Benedict during the dinner.