Author: Jen

Author's Note: I was asked to do this slash, which I have no problem with, I'm not against anything. So, if you are then don't read. Otherwise, Read and Review!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters.

A/N: A Joey/Chandler slash. Takes places during the second season.

So, yesterday I walked in on Joey having sex…by accident, of course. It is rare that if he has sex, in the day, he is home. Also, his door was not completely closed. Just last bight he was so bummed that the other after-shave salesman outdid him at his job and took out the girl he liked. I decided I wasn't going to make a single joke about his cowboy uniform and see how work went today. He had an earlier shift today, so I figured he would be home. Boy was I was sorry I was right.

I gently knocked on the door, but after seeing it was open slightly I walked in.

"Joe, I just wanted to…" I froze as I saw him on top of a girl under the covers. Joey froze, embarrassed that I was standing there, staring, but the girl was so ecstatic at the pleasure he was giving her, she didn't care. She just clawed his back harder to urge him on. He turned away to close his eyes at the feeling.

"I…I…I…I'm sorry!" I ran out swinging the door shut on my way out. That was the most humiliating few seconds of my life. How are Joey and I going to act now? It will be so awkward! Images of what I just witnessed kept flashing back to me. I tried to blink them away, but I just kept picturing the two sweaty bodies and hearing the heavy breathing. Before I knew it, my pants were getting uncomfortable and I realized the flashbacks were making me hard. I tried to stop it, but eventually had to reside to my room to jerk off.

Now, here I am worried that Joey turned on. No way! I keep telling my self, it was the girl, the hot girl he was banging! I want to have sex with her, not him! But I keep seeing Joey's face and body on top of mine! This is so bad. I am pacing around my room. I haven't talked to Joey since it happened, last night. I really should go out there, he is probably up by now. I open my door and immediately blush after seeing him at the island. He is wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, looking like he just got up. He is making himself a bowl of cereal.

"Hey man," I say cautiously. He looks up.

"Oh, hey," he says kind of shyly. I start to slowly walk to up to the island.

"Look Joe, I'm really I didn't mean to walk in on you at all. It was the middle of the afternoon and the door wasn't closed and I'm sorry," I blurted out faster than intended. He looked at me and then gave me half a smile.

"Hey, it's okay. I know it was an accident. It was just kind of embarrassing, that's all."

"Thanks," I smiled, still feeling bad. "Oh, is she…still here," I added, quietly.

"No, she had to go back to work," he replied.

"Oh," I said, "Wait, that's the girl from work? What happened yesterday?"

"Oh yeah, it was awesome. The other guy totally sprayed someone in the eye. So, yeah, I won…you know the girl, obviously," he acted as if he needed to clarify. Then he grinned proudly like a little boy winning a game.

"That's…great, man," I laughed. I was happy we were back to normal.

While, I was on my way home from work the next night, I realized I hadn't thought about the incident all day. I was pretty proud of myself for not thinking about Joey. I guess it was just in my head, yeah, it was crazy to ever think I might actually like a guy… I'm not gay. Yeah, I'm fine, a little scarred, but I'm used to that; thanks to my parents.

Then I walk into the apartment and once again come to a standstill after closing the door. Because all of a sudden Joey is taking off his shirt, just lifting it right over his head. Is this some kind of sick dream I'm having! I tell myself to shake myself out of it or hit my head, but I don't move and neither do my eyes. His shirt is completely off now and his skin looks so smooth. His arms are muscular and I'm wishing he would turn around so I can look at his chest. Then he does and I am admiring his nice pecks and flat stomach.

"Chandler?" I swear I just heard my name.

"Chandler?" I just heard it again. Oh no…it's Joey. This isn't a dream, it's real and Joey is wondering why I am staring at his chest, on the verge of drooling! I blink and look up.

"What? What…what's going on?" I say shakily. He looked at me strangely, but then holds up the shirt in his hand.

"I spilled my drink," he states. Then he walks to his room, probably to get a new shirt. I slap myself in the face and then sulk into my hand.

"Hey are you okay?"

Of course I'm still in that position when he walks back out, I would be. I look up to see Joey in front of me, dressed in a new shirt as I assumed. I take a few seconds to answer.

"Oh yeah, I'm just….feeling a little weird, still, since the other day," I tell him.

"Oh," he looked awkward at the ground. Oh no, look what you've done now, I think to myself. I want to go over to him and comfort him, maybe rub his shoulder. What, no why would I want to do that! That would make everything worse, I chastise myself once again.

"Sorry about that," Joey says under his breath.

"Whoa, no, it's definitely not your fault," I assure him, feeling horrible once again.

"Well, I should have made sure the door was closed or gone somewhere else, or… done something," he comments.

"No, man, you know what we just have to forget this happened. I've been through a lot worse with my parents, we'll get over this in no time," I declare.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Yeah."

He smiles at me and I feel better.

"Thanks man," he says and then comes over to hug me. I don't realize, but I'm melting in his arms and don't want it to end. When he breaks away I feel like his is breaking a piece of my heart off and taking it with him. Oh no, what has happened to me?