Author: Jen
Author's Note: Hey guys, long time no see! Hope you enjoy my new story
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters
A/N: Joey never met the gang and no one moved in with Chandler, he's living alone. Joey is currently acting on "Days of our Lives" and instead of getting killed off, he has remained on the show and has gained great success from it. Also, Joey and Chandler are both openly gay in their own lives and meet for the first time at a bar.
So single life has not been the best. It's hard when your only guy friend is straight and won't go to gay bars with you. I really don't care for going to bars alone, I'm too awkward.
Today, I was complaining to my friends about being single and also being horny. Ross has the nerve to suggest I call my drag-dressing father to set me up with someone. The second this disgusting idea lands on me, I literally jump up from my seat and walk out. I didn't mean to shock my friends or be rude, but it made me realize how pathetic my life would be if I ever had to resort to calling my father, of all people, to set me up on a date.
I walk straight to the gay bars in the city. My sudden extreme need to find a guy…or at least a hook up is so strong I end up at a bar I never thought I'd be at in a million years. You see, there are a lot of gay bars in New York City, but I obviously try to stay within my reach, meaning: quiet, nearly empty bars with average or nerdy guys and no competition. The huge, flashy bars scare me, but tonight I am so desperate to get my life on track that I walk into one of the hottest, flashiest, priciest bars in the city; one that has scared me for years.
The moment I step inside the bar, I feel fear strike me and regret shadows the insanely bright, flashing lights. I can't move, I can't walk any further than the door…that is, until people start pushing by me to get in. After more than a few shoves and some nasty remarks from overly attractive gay men pushing by me, I make my way to the actual bar. I attempt to order a drink, but the bartender will not give me the time of day. I'm so serious, I try calling him and waving him down so many times I'm basically a crazy man flailing my arms at him and he won't budge. Very frustrated, I'm just about to leave when a voice next to me shouts over the incredibly loud music: "Need a drink?"
I look over to find a man with light brown hair and glasses. I'm surprised someone like him is here, I mean he is still good looking. He's like that sophisticated, hot nerd... but still.
"Yeah, that was my first idea," I shout back.
He smiles at me and then puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles at the bartender. The bartender literally zooms over to him. Glasses guy asks me what I want and he orders me my drink along with three others. Is that the secret to this place? As the bartender leaves I whistle at him in the exact same way. The bartender looks over, sees it's me and ignores me. I look at glasses guy shocked.
"How did you do that?" I ask.
"I come here a lot," he chuckles.
The bartender brings the drinks and glasses guy leaves money. I go to grab my wallet, but he stops me.
"Don't worry about it," he says and slides my drink over.
"Really? Thanks."
"Do you think you could help me out?" he asks, sliding another drink over to me. He clearly needs me to help him carry the extra drink.
"Yeah, sure," I say and the next thing I know I'm following this guy through the huge crowd. We end up at a booth packed with guys. They are all good looking, I mean model-looking guys. But instantly I notice the guy seated right in the middle of everyone. He's so attractive, he's so incredibly my type I freeze for the second time tonight, just staring at him. I don't even notice that half of the table got up to let glasses guy slide into the booth right next to the hot guy I'm drooling over. They even wait for me, assuming I'm with them and since I'm holding two drinks. So, I slide into the booth next to glasses guy and get squished when the rest of the men file back into the booth, thinking we can actually all fit. Glasses guy takes the extra drink from me and then slides the other two glasses over to the middle hunk I still can't get over. I can't help myself, I have to ask. I tap on glasses guy's shoulder and lean close to his ear.
"Who is that?" I ask.
He nearly laughs.
"You don't know who that is?" he asks and suddenly the entire table hears this and all stare at me. Like literally my worst nightmare happening. I sit uncomfortably and shake my head no. The man of the hour, the guy I said I didn't recognize leans over and puts his hand out.
"Hey, I'm Joey," he says.
I nervously go to shake his hand with an awkward smile.
"He's on Days of our Lives," the glasses guy finally answers me.
"Oh…oh of course!" I completely fake as if I have watched a single episode of that soap opera.
"You don't watch it," Joey calls me out with a smile.
"No, sorry," I say.
"Don't sweat it," he says, keeping a gorgeous smile on his face. I can't help but smile back.
"What's your name?" he asks me another question.
"Chandler."
"Chandler… wanna grab a smoke?" he asks and I agree, surprised he would ask me. Everyone lets us out of the booth and I'm more surprised no one follows us. I know he only asked me, but he seems pretty important and I literally just met the guy. But of course, I'm over the moon I get to be alone with this guy even for a second.
He leads me outside and even walks a little down the street where there are less people.
He turns to me with his hand in his pockets.
"You don't have any cigarettes?" I question him.
"Oh no, I don't smoke."
"What?" I say, confused.
He smiles at me again, lord can you fall in love with just a face?
"I just wanted to get you alone," he tells me and I don't think my heart has ever raced so fast.
What is happening? Is this some kind of prank? I mean here I am: the completely weird, goofy guy at this insanely popular bar with the most attractive guys I've ever seen. And here this amazingly hot, soap opera star just met me not even five minutes ago and wants to get me alone? WHAT?
I can't respond of course, but much to my misfortune a string of blabbered sounds stumbles out of my mouth. He instantly grins at this and I swear his face is just screaming sex. How is this possible, how could a guy like this ever want a guy like me?
"Hey, you know if you are into cars, I just got one. It's pretty awesome, it's a Porsche," he beams with pride.
"Uhhhh."
"Come on, come look at it," he encourages and starts walking down an alley that leads to the back parking lot behind the bar.
I stumble behind him, still dazed by everything happening.
He clicks his keys at this silver car. I don't know anything about cars, but even I can say it's a sexy car…not as sexy as him though.
"Wow, it's nice…real nice," I finally speak real words.
"Check out the seats, they're real leather!" he exclaims and opens the back door and waits for me to get in. God, if this was anyone less attractive I know this would be a bad decision to get in a stranger's car, but how could I possibly say no?
I get in and Joey climbs in behind me, sits next to me and shuts the door.
Okay, maybe I'm wrong, maybe he is going to murder me.
He turns to me and rests his arm across the back of the seats.
"Uhh, yeah, they're nice," I say, honestly nervous now.
"Yeah, you know what's even nicer?"
"Mhm?" I murmur.
He starts getting closer, leaning towards me.
"Making out," he whispers seductively.
A chill runs down my spine. He's so hot; I don't care if this is my last day alive, I'm going for it. I lean in and we're making out. Good lord, I'm making out with this guy! His lips are so soft and he's such a good kisser. He starts getting aggressive and eventually ends up on top of me and eventually… inside of me.
Yeah, we have sex. I don't know if it had really been that long for me or if his hotness was too overwhelming or if he was just that good, but man I came quick and hard.
We stay in the car breathing heavy after we both finished. I wait to catch my breath before finally asking him: "So, honestly why in the world are you interested in me?"
He looks at me.
"Just tell me," I demand, afraid he'll lie.
"'Cause you didn't know who I was, you weren't all over me," he says and the realization of his life hits me. He could probably have sex every hour of the day; men are probably all over him all the time. I don't even know if I should be offended by this response, but instead I start scheming of how I could use this to my advantage. I mean, who cares if he's not actually interested, the fact that I got to sleep with him is too great.
"Well, if that's the case, we could get out of here?" I offer.
"Leave?" he clarifies.
"Yeah, you don't want to go back in there and have that sea of men crawling all over you," I say as if it isn't my wet dream every night.
He nods, actually nods, is he buying this?
"Alright, where are we going?"
"My apartment?" I suggest and he smiles at that answer.
Oh my god, this is working!
We move to the front of the car and I give him directions to my apartment.
We get to my apartment and then we get to my room and then we get to my bed and then we get naked.