Author: Jen
Author's Note: Chanoey is really fun lately, hope you like it. Please read and review!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.
A/N: A Joey/Chandler slash. Could something so casual really turn into more?
Joey recently got back in touch with an old high school buddy named Johnny. Johnny planned to stop over at the apartment today to pay Joey a visit.
After hearing a knock at the door Chandler goes to open it. A slender, dark haired man is standing on the other side.
"Hey, you Johnny?" Chandler questions the stranger.
"Uh, no…" the man replies making Chandler's cheeks instantly flush to a dark red color. Chandler opens his mouth to say something, although he's at a loss for words. "I'm kidding," the man laughs a second later.
"Johnny!" Joey calls, after emerging from his bedroom and seeing Johnny in the doorframe. Johnny pats Chandler on the shoulder and passes him by, making his way to Joey. Chandler is still frozen, not feeling fully relieved yet. He slowly closes the door as Joey and Johnny embrace in the living room. Chandler turns and tries to get a casual demeanor back.
"Chandler, this is my buddy Johnny. Johnny this is Chandler my roommate."
"Hey, how are you, officially," Johnny cracks a smile and puts his hand out for a handshake. Chandler shakes his hand with a half smile.
Joey and Johnny spend most of the week together. Chandler isn't used to seeing Joey so sparsely, but they either go out most nights or Chandler hangs out at Monica's and Rachel's if they're in the apartment 'cause he feels funny.
One night, Joey and Johnny are settling in to watch a movie, so Chandler makes up some lame excuse to why he's gonna head across the hall when they invite him to join.
"So, who's Johnny again?" Rachel asks.
"Joey's old high school friend."
"Ooh, is he cute?" Rachel chirps.
"I don't know, he's alright I guess?" Chandler rolls his eyes.
"Well, how long is he staying? Not that we don't love you hanging out here even more than usual…" Monica chimes in giving him a wide smile.
"Hopefully not too much longer," Chandler sighs.
"Aw, you jealous of your boyfriend's new friend?" Rachel mocks him in a schoolgirl voice.
"Since when is Joey my boyfriend?" Chandler shakes his head.
"You might as well be, you two usually spend every minute together," she complies.
"So do you two, I don't go around calling you lesbians."
"I wouldn't care," Rachel states indifferently.
Rachel smirks at Monica and she smiles back.
"You girls are something else."
The girls brought it to Chandler's attention that he was a tab bit jealous of Johnny getting to spend all his time with Joey. Not cause Joey was his boyfriend, but because he's kind of been missing his best bud lately.
Chandler looked at the clock, realizing the movie they were watching should be ending soon. He figured he would head back over now so maybe he could talk to Joey after and see what he was doing tomorrow. Maybe they could do something together.
He says goodbye to the girls and walks back across the hall. The movie is so loud, he can basically hear it clearly from outside the door. He opens the unlocked door and steps inside. The only light in the apartment is the blue glow from the TV screen. He walks casually over until he reaches the barcaloungers.
He stops dead in his tracks, his eyes go wide as they are regrettably fixating on Joey and Johnny sitting with their dicks out, each stroking each others rapidly. Chandler can't move, but he needs to tear his eyes away from this. His throat unfortunately chokes out an involuntary bawl and he then instantly turns, covering his eyes as they look over and notice his presence for the first time.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Chandler squeals out.
Joey and Johnny jolt up from their chairs, grabbing for their pants, hastily pulling them up, both shamefully embarrassed.
"Oh uh, I was just going," Johnny declares and runs out leaving Joey to fend for himself. Joey slowly picks up the remote and shuts off the TV. Chandler, still mortified, wants a justification and so reaches out and turns on the light. Joey is so flabbergasted, he's only holding his pants up with his one hand, not being able to take the time and button them. His chest is breathing heavy and Chandler is sure his beet red face matches Joey's. Joey swallows and then wearily buttons and zippers his jeans and then shoves his hands awkwardly into the pockets. Chandler is still speechless.
Another few moments of dreadful silence pass before either of them speaks.
"Alright," Chandler inhales a jarring breath, "what just happened?"
He asks in a calm fashion, hoping to get a rational answer out of Joey.
"Um, me and Johnny were watching a movie and…" he slowly bites his lips, "and well Johnny said he knew an easy way to relieve some pressure."
Chandler lowers his eyes at him.
"Pressure?"
"Well, you know stress… he said guys do it all the time."
"He said guys do it all the time? Joey, have we ever done that?" Chandler can't help, but sound reprimanding.
"No, but he told me it's no big deal to help each other out…it was like a favor?"
"Joey, are you gay?"
"Gay? No, I'm not gay!"
"Then why are you listening to him, would you have done whatever he told you? Would you have gotten on all fours if he said he needed a favor!"
"Hey, I'm not stupid okay! I wouldn't have let him fuck me, he just— he just was saying how with little things you could just — take some heat off." Joey defensively retorts.
Chandler shakes his head not believing this.
"Joey, he's taking advantage of you!"
"No he's not, I knew what I was doing! He's not even gay!"
"Oh really, are you sure?"
"Yeah why?" Joey suddenly wonders how sure he is of Johnny's sexuality.
"Cause you've called me gay and yet I've never grabbed your dick or asked you to grab mine!"
Joey's offended on behalf of his friend Johnny and therefore isn't so happy with Chandler.
"Well, I don't care okay. Even if he is gay who cares? If that's what I want to do then I can do whatever I feel like!"
Chandler is shocked by Joey's answer; he's never really shown any gay tendencies what so ever before this and this was more than a little quirk or interest.
"Alright," Chandler shrugs. "Sorry."
Joey nods knowingly, "Thank you," he says and then pushes by Chandler and goes straight to his room.
Chandler is still reeling from the incident tonight and wonders what's in the future for Joey and Johnny. He decides he better stay out of it even though he believes Joey was taken advantage of. Joey is a trusting and open guy. Johnny was probably a smooth talker; maybe they had a few drinks tonight too. He did remember seeing a cooler on the floor, probably full of beer. I don't think Joey would have purposefully given another guy a hand job. Then again he could be wrong, he was surprised at Joey's response, maybe there was a side to Joey he didn't know.
Joey and Chandler don't talk much the next day. Chandler's not sure if Joey avoided him or they just missed each other. Either way they don't really see much of each other until that evening. Chandler returns from work, spotting Joey seated on the bar stool, drinking a beer while going through some car magazine at the kitchen counter.
"Hey man," Chandler offers.
"Hey, uh listen I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm sorry you had to walk in on that and what I said too," Joey unexpectedly apologizes.
"Oh, no I was gonna apologize."
"Why?"
"I just didn't mean to judge you, I was wrong to criticize what you were doing. I just really thought he took advantage of you, but I was wrong and—"
"Nah, you were probably right." Joey cuts him off.
"I what?" Chandler asks staggered.
"I talked to Johnny and ends up he is gay. Apparently he didn't know back in high school and he's not fully out or whatever, but yeah. He said he kind of has a thing for me now."
"Yeah?" Chandler laughs quietly at this outcome.
"I mean you're right. I never would have jerked a guy off on my own, but I do have to say I'm not totally against it."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean it's kind of true, it would be way easier to just have your buddy help you out every so often. I mean you got to admit it always feels better when someone else is doing it."
"I…guess," Chandler feels a bit uncomfortable agreeing with his point.
"So, you're really considering this? Are you and Johnny still gonna…" Chandler gawkily inquiries.
"Nah, it's weird that he has a thing for me now. I mean I'm not gay so I'd just be weird. I told him we can just be friends — with no favors," Joey smirks. Chandler smiles back.
"But yeah I don't think it's all bad. Sometimes I could really use a good hand job," Joey sheepishly admits.
"That's what your hand is for," Chandler jests with him.
Joey makes a face.
"Yeah, yeah you know it's better with someone else's."
"Alright fine, but can we both agree we'd still go with a chick to get the job done?"
"Definitely," Joey settles.
By the next night everything seems back to normal. Chandler is happy to say he doesn't see Johnny around anymore and Joey and Chandler have an unspoken agreement to never bring up the incident. Everything is good again.
A few nights later, Chandler comes home very late from work. It was a long and stressful day and Chandler thinks a funny movie or something would really cheer him up. He doesn't see Joey around, but it's still too early for Joey to have gone to bed so he goes to his bedroom door and knocks.
"Hey Joe? You in there?"
He hears rustling and rummaging suddenly through the door.
"Uh, yeah hold on one sec!" Joey's voice unevenly calls from behind the door.
Chandler wonders what he's doing in there. He waits outside the closed door and then he hears more noises and a thump followed by a grumble from Joey. He gets concerned, maybe Joey's hurt?
"Joey?" he calls again. Joey doesn't answer. Chandler debates whether he should go in a check on him. He waits for a response, but there is none. His worry takes over and Chandler pushes the door open. Joey is standing by his nightstand in only boxer shorts and when he turns and sees Chandler he quickly swings back around in a bended position.
"Joey, are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"What are you doing? Could you knock!" Joey replies rashly.
"I did and then I heard banging or something and you wouldn't answer."
Joey won't turn back around, so Chandler's staring at Joey's bare back and the bottom side of white boxers.
"Uh, Joe why are you bent over?"
Joey sighs and finally turns around, but he's clutching a pile of magazines in front of his crotch. Chandler gets the hint already, but before he can turn and go, a bottle drops from Joey's hands. It makes the same thump sound he heard earlier. It was hidden in between the pages. Chandler sees it's a bottle of lube and stares wide eyed at it before turning around and leaving promptly.
Chandler doesn't know what to do with himself after another awkward encounter. Why does this keep happening to him, and more importantly why does he have to walk right into these horrendous accidents? He's trying to suffocate himself with his pillow at this point — okay not really, but he can't handle how embarrassed and uncomfortable he feels right now. After a few minutes of hitting himself in the face with his pillow, Chandler calms down a bit, but it doesn't help. His mind keeps replaying the two incidents over and over in his head. Then worse than that, the thought of what it might be like to pay a "favor" to Joey enters his mind. Joey was talking about how open he was to this friendly hand job deal and now Chandler can't help, but imagine it for a second. He doesn't want to, but the next thing he knows he's trying to remember what Joey's dick looked like, but the lights were so dim he can barely recall a vivid image in his head.
That's when Chandler realizes he is trying to picture Joey's penis! Why in the world is his mind thinking these things? And why is he getting turned on by all this? Chandler looks down at his crotch, startled by the fact that a boner is singeing between his legs him from these insane thoughts.
Chandler throws his pillow back into his face and falls back on his bed, wondering what in the world is going on with him.