Author: Jen
Author's Note: Joey never moved in and never met any of the friends. Chandler still knows the rest of the gang, with the exception of Joey. [Joey's POV]
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own anything or any of the characters
A/N: Joey and Chandler meet on a blind date. [Lots of smut]
I check my watch; it's 6:30 on the dot. I got to the restaurant early.
I sip my water casually as I wait for my mystery date.
It's a blind date; my co-star set us up thanks to his sister who works with the guy. Chandler is his name, that's about all I know.
I'm anxious, not because I'm nervous – I'm never nervous on dates, I'm only anxious to get started with this date so we can hopefully finish it in one of our apartments later tonight.
I look at my watch again, 6:32.
I look up and see a waiter headed towards my table and then notice a man following him. I think it might be Chandler. The waiter and man stop at my table so it is Chandler.
Chandler thanks the waiter and then looks back to me.
"Hey, Joey?" he asks nervously.
I stand up from my chair.
"Yeah, Chandler right?" I clarify and put my hand out for a friendly handshake.
"Yes," he says, shaking my hand. I can feel his palm is sweaty and he quickly pulls back his hand and sits down in the chair across from me. I sit back down as well and properly look him over. He's not bad, he's pretty cute. He has fluffy, brown hair and bright, green eyes which are nice. But he's wearing a sweater vest with a suit jacket, which isn't the coolest fashion statement.
"So, uh have you been here before?" he asks me as he picks up the menu in front of him.
"Yeah, I like it, really good food," I tell him.
"Well, thank god we're here for food," he jokes cornily.
I smile at him, but he starts to blush and quickly averts his eyes to the menu in his hands.
"Hah, what were you gonna get?" he brushes over the moment.
"I was thinking the chicken parm," I answer.
He nods at me as the waiter comes over to ask if we are ready. I look at Chandler who shakes his head again.
"Yea-yes, I will get - the uh - chicken parm," he hastily says and hands the waiter his menu.
I smirk at him.
"I will have the same," I tell the waiter.
The waiter collects our menus and walks off.
"Sorry, I wasn't trying to copy you," Chandler defends sheepishly.
"Don't sweat it," I say with a smile.
He nods, looking down at his fork for no reason.
Well, one thing is for sure, he's a dork and a nervous one at that. I don't really care though, he's cute and he's gotta be into me so it shouldn't be tough getting some action tonight.
We continue through the dinner and I'm being pretty smooth the whole night while Chandler does pretty well with keeping up with normal conversations. Every so often, he'll crack another cheesy joke and then beat himself up for saying something dumb. It makes me smirk everytime, seeing how embarrassed he gets.
After an hour, the waiter drops off the check. I pick it up to look over the total.
"Let me get the check," Chandler jumps in.
"No, it's okay."
"No, really, I made enough dumb jokes for one night, the least I can do is treat you for the dinner," he argues and takes the check from my hand.
I don't fight him, I was honestly hoping he would offer to pay – I'm not really rolling in money as a struggling actor.
"Thanks," I say to him as he takes out his credit card.
"Don't sweat it," he says with a knowing grin.
I grin back at him.
"I won't," I chuckle.
We walk out of the restaurant and start walking down the street.
"So, I had a good time," Chandler says timidly.
I stop and turn to him. He stops too, but looks a bit surprised by this.
"Well, why does it have to end here?" I lower the tone of my voice and it causes him stand speechless for a moment. He shakes out of it.
"Yeah- uh, it doesn't…have to," he responds unevenly.
I flash a wide smile at him and again he stares at me, a bit frozen.
I begin to lean in and his eyes shoot down to my lips. I pause midway, but he's not moving a muscle. So, I continue in and I press my lips to his. I rest my hand on his neck as he finally starts to kiss me back. I end the kiss and let our lips brush against each other's as I slowly pull back.
"You live far from here?" I whisper.
He shakes his head no and I lick my lips into my grin. He's still not using any actually words.
"You wanna… show me the way?" I jest.
"Right, yeah…right this way," Chandler finally snaps out of his trance.
We make it back to his apartment.
"So, this is it…my apartment," he announces when we walk in. I follow him to the living room and he turns to me.
"Did you want a –uh, tour?" he suggests.
I look around, realizing I've seen almost everything except the two rooms.
"Sure," I comply.
"Well, we just walked through the kitchen and now we are in the living room… and um, that over there is an extra room… and that one is my bedroom," he points to both rooms, but doesn't proceed to walk to either. I nod, trying to look interested.
"Did you want to see the extra room?" he offers, obviously trying to stall.
I shake my head.
"No," I shrug and he looks surprised by my response.
He looks around, realizing that leaves only the bedroom. I wait for him to make the move. I can't see him not wanting this to happen, so I'm sure he'll make it… eventually.
"Okay, then," he says awkwardly and rubs his palms on the seams of his pants.
He finally motions me to follow him and leads me to his bedroom. He shuts the door and walks over to me, still looking a bit nervous.
I decide to skip anymore small talk and lean straight into his lips. This time he clings onto my jacket and kisses me back fervently. His increased intensity sends pulsations down my body, getting me excited very quickly. I start to take off his suit jacket; he helps me get it off and throws it to the floor. He's much more eager, I guess he just needed the push. I keep responding to his escalating kisses as I move onto his sweater vest and then have to work on his button-down shirt after that. Finally, I think I'm about to reveal some skin when instead I find an undershirt. Damn, how many layers does this guy need? I finally get all his shirts off and see some bare skin. I push him towards his bed and he lies down as I settle on top of him.
There's no hiding my excitement now as I press my body down on his. I feel his erection hit into mine and I start rubbing against him as I move my lips to his neck.
I hear him breathing heavy. I slow down and sit up to take my own jacket and shirt off. He's watching me intently. I guess it's flattering he seems so entranced with me, but I wish he would be more active. I like it when other people also take charge and are all over me too. Of course, none of that really matters... I'm too horny to care about it for more than a literal second.
I slide off him so I can start unbuttoning his belt and pants. If he has anymore layers than just his underwear, under his pants, I swear I'll kill him. I get his pants open and luckily there's only underwear. I slide his pants and underwear down at the same time and I'm greeted by his bouncing erection, which swings free from his pants. I smile and look back at him and he's biting his lip. He actually looks pretty sexy right now. I continue pulling his clothes completely off and then move onto my own pants. He takes this time to get a condom and some lube. He's resting on his knees from grabbing this stuff from the nightstand. I move back over to him when my pants are off and sit on my knees in front of him. I grip the back of his hair and pull him into an aggressive kiss, causing him to drop the supplies on the bed. I finally break the kiss.
"Are you a bottom?" I ask him, out of breath.
"I'm both," he tells me.
"Great," I whisper and then push his backwards so he falls back onto the pillow again. I grab the condom and lube from the bed. I'm opening everything so fast I don't think he is prepared when I shove the bottom of his thighs up and align myself in front of his hole.
I slowly push my tip in and his eyes already close. I move in a little more and he bites his lip again. I'm starting to like that sight. I keep going until I'm fully inside him and I'm granted with a low moan from Chandler. He hasn't opened his eyes; his head is back with his mouth open now. I lean over and kiss his hanging bottom lip. He picks his head up and kisses me back. He grabs onto my shoulder and I take that as my go ahead. I begin gliding in and out of him, he feels good.
I push into him, even deeper and stay there for a moment, triggering a much louder moan to escape from Chandler's throat. I pick the pace up until I'm thrusting so fast, I feel myself getting dangerously close. I slow down.
"You wanna get on top?" I ask him.
He looks at me surprised.
"Oh, I didn't know you were…uh yeah," he rambles out a response.
I pull out of him and we switch positions. He reaches for a new condom and more lube. He settles over me and aligns himself just as I did. He hesitates and looks at me.
He slides into me. I let out a pleasured grunt.
He starts moving quickly to get back to where we were and I'm just as close as I was before. I hold onto his hips as he continues thrusting in and out of me, still increasing the speed. My fingertips start digging into him. He slows down.
"Are you close?" I pant out.
"Yeah," he breathes back.
"Good, me too," I say and grab my throbbing dick. He picks up the pace again and I start viciously jacking myself off as he keeps getting faster and faster. My eyes roll back, I'm too far gone. I shoot onto my stomach as waves of pleasure are running over my body. He hasn't stopped plowing into me at a constant pace and every ram of his hard dick into me is making it hard for my orgasm to subside. He suddenly buries his face in my shoulder and I feel him start to shake. He thrusts into me a few last times and I feel him explode inside of me as his body continues to shake even more. I wrap my arms around him as his tries to come down from his high.
The only sound now is our harsh laboring breaths. I wince as he pulls out of me. He rolls next to me. We calm down and our breathing gets quieter.
He turns his head to me.
"That's was amazing," he displays a loopy, wide smile.
I smile.
"Di-did you think so?" he suddenly asks when I don't verbally respond.
"Yeah," I settle his concern.
We lie together for a while, I even cuddle with him. I wait until he starts drifting off to sleep and then I carefully unhook his arm from around me and quietly get out of the bed. I get dressed and slip out of his bedroom, unheard.
I walk out.
I doubt I'll be calling him again, it was nice, but sex is always nice. He didn't do much more for me.