Author's Note: So, I've caught up with the current episodes of Supernatural which is why I now think that I'm suffering from a huge writer's block in the Supernatural department. So now, I'm taking a crack at my first Friend's fic, which I haven't seen too much of (just a couple dozen episodes or something) but I've fallen in love with this couple and I just had to try it, so yeah.

Summary: To many drinks, the holiday spirit and a helpful friend lead to a pretty interesting relationship between Chandler and Joey. I think this is an oneshot.

As It Happens

This wasn't happening. This. Was. Not. Happening.

Oh shit, it was happening.

Chandler moaned out Joey's name, his voice cracking in ways it hadn't since he hit puberty when he was fourteen. He was going to kill Joey.

As soon as Joey took his hand off his dick and pulled his cock out of his ass.

At that thought, Joey slammed back in, beating into Chandler's prostate once more and damn it, Chandler couldn't help but sob out in pleasure. His arms had long sense buckled beneath the weight of his body and the trembles of pleasure. They had gone numb beneath him but he didn't care, couldn't care about anything other than the feel of Joey inside him and the raspy moans that they were both emitting (okay, Chandler's moans weren't exactly raspy.) He felt like every fiber of his being had been electrified and he was going to just die from the pleasure.

All of this was happening because they had gotten way to drunk after the recent Christmas party that the resident hostess-Monica-had thrown. It was great, the typical gang along with a few others had shown up, there had been plenty to drink and tons of laughs and somewhere along the lines when the roommates had stumbled home, Chandler had mentioned his lack of sex, Joey had mentioned his love of sex and the next thing he knew they were both kissing.

Then grinding. And moaning. And sucking and licking and-

Chandler came then, hard. He couldn't remember, but he was pretty sure he had screamed Joey's name, it was hard to focus over the raw feeling of his body tearing apart from pleasure only to be glued back together again all while seeing white. It was the most intense orgasm of his life and it had come from his best friend.

His best friend who was then coming inside of him. It felt weird, Joey's cum inside him, but amazing, warm and filling and…intimate.

Chandler had collapsed; his breath coming out in heavy pants into the pillow by the time Joey pulled his softening cock from his friend and crawled into bed beside him.

Joey pulled Chandler to his chest and kissed the top of his head. He was holding Chandler, and Chandler, shit Chandler was snuggling up to him and his heart was so full and spilling over and he was so happy-and not just from all the wine and champagne-he was happy because he had just had sex with his best friend.

He was not only happy that he'd been laid by his friend, but happy that Joey had stayed to hold him.

Shit he was in love with Joey.

This. Was. Not. Happening.

But it already did.