Finally got a chance to see Dr Strange in The Multiverse of Madness and had so much fun! After two years away, trips to the cinema still feel like such a luxurious treat at the moment. To celebrate I just had to paint the master of the mystic arts himself.
Painted on procreate using mixed media. Mostly oil paints and charcoal.
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@thelostsmiles gif credit (this is my favourite gif of all time)
The rest of the party went well as you joined different conversations, avoiding questions about your relationship with Benedict. He did the same, redirecting the topic to his current projects or plans for the summer. You spent most of the evening by Tom’s side, laughing at his jokes and preparing witty comments for all his stories. Benedict would look at you from a distance as he interjected your laugh or your excited voice. He knew you meant no harm, that you were trying to move past his indiscretion and make sure nobody else heard about your apparent relationship status. However, he could not help but feel bitterness in the pit of his stomach every time you reached to touch Tom’s shoulder.
Eventually, Tom checked on him, “I am sorry about that, mate. I just thought there had been a misunderstanding between the two of you.” He whispered to his friend’s ear.
“I am sure you had no bad intentions,” Benedict responded sarcastically, sipping on his glass of whisky.
“You are happy to see her. Don’t lie to me,” his friend reassured him, trying to lighten up the mood.
“You made me look like the bad guy of the situation.”
“It is all good, Ben, don’t think about it too much. You two should sleep over tonight. It is getting late.”
“As if… You won’t get to sleep with her, Tom. I should not have called you the other night. It gave you the wrong idea.”
“Are you scared she’ll prefer me, Cumberbatch? I thought you were more confident in your skills.” Tom continued teasing Ben as both men’s eyes followed you across the room.
“I cannot believe you think this is working. How big do you think my ego is?” Benedict chuckled, shaking his head, unsure what his friend expected him to say.
“Let me bother you, old man.” Tom finally broke the tension. “Let’s go get you another drink. Maybe it’ll improve your mood.”
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The party was ending as most people had left, and only the closest friends stayed behind, sitting around and chatting comfortably. Everyone seemed to be drunk as laughs grew louder and the sound of broken glasses became more prominent. You found Benedict and Tom talking in a corner, so you approached, curious to see what they were chatting about. Benedict’s hand found your waist as soon as you were close enough, touching you for the first time all night. You had both been careful to keep your distances, but something in his possessive grasp on your dress let you know he no longer cared what others thought. “How is it going?” You spoke softly, smiling up at him and then looking at Tom.
“All good; we were just talking about the first party we threw together and how this looks nothing like that did.” Tom exchanged a look with Benedict before giving you a confident smile.
“What has changed? We have cellphones and wifi now?” You joked, causing the two men to laugh loudly. Ben’s grip on your waist grew tighter as you laid your head on his chest slightly, feeling flustered and content to be able to be affectionate towards him in public finally. He pressed a quick kiss on your head, making your cheeks flush.
“Well, the alcohol was cheaper, the people were more fun, and the music was better.” Benedict summarised it.
“Everyone was just funner. We were a lot better too. Remember that one night with Rose Burr?” Tom’s sentence took Benedict by surprise as the man could not help but clear his throat and look down and away, growing increasingly red-faced.
“Tom, that is enough.” Benedict tried to move on, but you exchanged a look with Tom, who gave you a quick wink.
“What happened with this girl?” You asked, helping Tom complete his mischief.
“Nothing important, just drunk stupid bets.” Ben tried to close the conversation, but you looked at his friend, encouraging him to explain.
“Let’s just say Professor Cumberbatch here has a big ego, and if you tease him long enough, he will do anything to prove he is right.” Tom started speaking, building the anticipation even more.
“That is enough,” Ben interrupted him, but you looked at him disapproving, wanting to hear the rest of the story.
“So this girl, Rose, managed to shag – pardon my french, the two most eligible bachelors in our friend group, your beloved and myself.” You shook your head, giggling at the comment, “news broke out a couple of weeks after I had slept with her, which had been a month or so after Mr Cumberbatch here had, that she had told her girlfriends that I had been, and I quote, the best shag of her life.” You broke out in a soft laugh, exchanging a look with Benedict, who was not amused by the interaction. “Anyway, I, of course, took this as the perfect opportunity to take the piss out of Benedict for the next couple of weeks, reminding him who had made the more memorable impression. Excuses flew left and right, about how he had been drunk, how he had not cared, how it was after a rugby match. Eventually, he grew so tired of the continuous teasing by the rest of the lads and me that the next night out, he looked for Rose and drunkenly told her that he could be the best shag of her life.”
You inhaled, dramatically moving away from Benedict and giving him a disapproving smile. He reached for your hand, pulling you back into his arms. Tom cleared his throat before continuing, excited by the silent permission his friend was giving him to tell her the story. “Anyway, Rose, well, she was a naughty girl and somehow convinced Benedict that the best way for her to scrutinise who out of the two of us was the better fuck was to get with us both on the same night. Mind you, I was in another room of the party, enjoying my night as this controversial agreement was being laid out. Ben came to look for me afterwards, drunkenly explaining what we had to do. I don’t remember the rest of the story, but somehow, that ended up being our first threesome together.” You were in shock. Your mouth sat slightly ajar. Eyes stuck on Tom’s lips as the last words let your imagination run wild.
“Well, if I remember correctly, you begged me to just fuck her together because it would be the fairest analysis, and somehow, I fell for that.” Benedict clarified the facts, but you were still lost in your thoughts, feeling your body grow slightly warmer as they got more inappropriate by the second.
“Who did she choose afterwards?” You finally spoke, looking at nobody in particular scared of the two men being able to read your thoughts. They looked at each other and then looked at you, not fully understanding the question.
“I think by the end of the night, she had lost interest in her scientific research,” Tom responded, walking away to serve himself another drink, grabbing your glass also to fill it up.
“She said it was me. He is just a sore loser.” Benedict lowered himself to whisper the words to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he chuckled slightly, brushing your skin. The feeling of his lips so close to your neck forced you to close your eyes as the mix of alcohol, and the story had you fighting your need to beg him to fuck you already. His hand found the back of your neck, letting his fingers softly press on your skin, giving you some release from the contact. “Why so curious, Miss Angel? Do you think anyone could fuck you better than I do?”
“Never, sir,” you responded softly, your voice tainted by a mix of neediness and false innocence.
“Don’t let the thought simmer for too long, princess. As much as he may want to, I don’t think I could share you like that. Would you want me to?” He moved his body to be fully in front of you, keeping his left hand on your waist, leaving mere centimetres between your bodies as you looked down, trying to think how to answer the question. He encouraged you to answer, “or are you just curious about feeling overwhelmed? Two men telling you what to do? You would always listen to me first, correct?” His free hand found your cheek, caressing it and lifting your gaze. His eyes moved from yours to your lips.
“Yes, sir. I think I am just curious, that is all. I would always choose you.” He pressed his lips together as he thought about all the places your lips would look nice on. He dreamed of his hands on your body, ripping that little dress off you.
“Benedict!” A voice called for him as steps quickly approached the two of you, making the lonely corner of the party no longer as private. You moved away from your professor’s touch, looking away before walking away towards the kitchen. An older man walked toward your professor. He looked at you before you walked away, but you kept your eyes on the floor, entering the kitchen.
Tom stood by the sink with your glass of wine perfectly filled, sitting lonely on the counter as he sipped on his whisky. “Hope you are enjoying the party, Sofia. Here’s your wine,” he spoke, pointing at the glass by his side, making no effort to pass it to you. You smiled, walking to his side and grabbed it, feeling his presence tower over you instantly.
“You have known each other for a long time, I assume.” You spoke softly, taking a sip from your glass and meeting his eyes.
“Yes, absolutely. He is my best friend, so please be nice to him.” His tone changed as he thought fondly of his friend, giving you an honest smile.
“Thank you for inviting me, Tom. It has been a great night.” You spoke before laying your head on his shoulder as the alcohol made you extremely tired. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder affectionately, and you could not help but notice how nice his cologne was. It was different from Benedict’s, fresher and lighter.
“You can go upstairs if you want to rest. I promise nobody will bother you.” The thought of being able to fall asleep forced you to exhale happy.
“I would not want to intrude,” you feigned politeness, hoping he would insist. Being wine drunk was not your thing. You got so sleepy and horny. Nothing good came out of it.
“I was hoping you and Ben would stay anyway. Please let me show you to the guest room.” He spoke, removing his arm from around you and encouraging you to follow him.
You walked out of the kitchen and scanned the room for Benedict. He was nowhere to be found, “I should probably let Benedict know.” You spoke to Tom, slightly worried about Ben’s absence.
“I think he is outside. Let’s go check.” Tom’s politeness did not go unnoticed, making your cheeks burn as you gave him a shy smile. You found Benedict in the garden, a cigarette between his lips as he earnestly looked at the older man who was speaking. His eyes intercepted you in the back, excusing himself quickly and walking towards you and Tom.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, holding the cigarette away from you, almost ashamed of his drunk transgression.
“Yes, I am just exhausted. You know wine makes me super sleepy.” You started to speak, but Ben interrupted you.
“We can get going. I will order an uber.” He wanted to leave with you. His words made your heart skip as you bit your lip unconsciously, happy with his response.
“It is alright, please enjoy the rest of the party. Tom offered me to rest upstairs. Just wake me up when you want to leave?” You suggested, hoping you would still leave together. His eyes moved from you back to Tom as his brow furrowed, unsure whether this was a good decision.
“You are both welcome to stay the night. Nobody will bother her upstairs. Ben, don’t leave good old Simon hanging. He was looking forward to talking to you.” Tom referred to the man that kept on looking back at the three of you.
“Are you sure? We can go home right now.” Benedict reached for your hand, but you gave him a reassuring squeeze before letting go.
“I promise you. It is all good. I just want sleep and food right now,” you giggled, tipsy, entertaining the two men.
“I’ll take care of her, Ben. Go back to your conversation.” Tom pressed his hand on your lower back, giving his friend one last reassuring look before reentering the house with you. You moved towards the staircase, but Tom redirected you to the kitchen. “Let’s make you a sandwich. You should not go to bed hungry.”
You sat on the kitchen counter as Tom took out ingredients from his fridge and asked you what you preferred. You found the interaction extremely entertaining as he was equally drunk, making all his movements less refined. He made himself a sandwich too and closed the fridge, satisfied, moving to your side and passing your plate, “here you go, Sof.”
You smiled at him, taking a big bite as soon as you had your hands on the sandwich. It was delicious, not as good as chicken nuggets, but delicious nonetheless. He smiled at the sounds that escaped your lips as you closed your eyes in ecstasy.
“Let’s get you to bed, Angel.” He spoke, stumbling slightly on his feet as he offered you his hand to help you get down the counter. You accepted it, got out of the kitchen and walked toward the stairs. A sound of quick steps toward the two of you stopped you as you turned around to see Benedict.
“I will show her the guest room. It would be a bad look if the host would disappear.” Benedict spoke in a severe tone, tapping his friend’s shoulder. Tom looked at you before pressing his lips together and stepping back.
“Goodnight, Sofia,” he spoke as you waved at him before walking upstairs with Ben.
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Liv’s Note
I am hereeee, I am so sorry for the late-night post but I managed to properly sit down to write only at around 4 pm. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I enjoyed writing it! Thank you so much for all your comments on chapter 20, I love you all so much! As always I look forward to read what you all think and if you are enjoying the story please take the time to reblog ♥️♥️
