Joey paced the door outside Chander's room. Finally giving up, he knocked on his friends' door. "Hey man. I'm tired." Joey said to Chandler as he opened the door.
"You know, you have a room of your own for that..." Chandler said, but Joey was already inside his room so he closed the door.
"I miss New York!" Joey blurted out. "I miss our city and our apartment. I can't sleep! London sucks!"
Chander placed his arms on Joey's shoulders. "Joey, snap out if it! If you're that homesick, you can sleep in here. Okay?"
Joey gave Chander an award winning smile and curled up in his bed. Chandler followed.
Joey was woken up with a cold breeze on the back of his neck that made him moan softly. It happened again and this one sent a shiver through his spine. He turned around in bed, his body reacting to the sensation before his mind could. He reached over and kissed Chandler.
Chander's eyes sprang open right away. He jumped out of bed and away from Joey. "What was that?" He almost yelled.
"What was what?" Joey said sleepily. He slowly got up and stood on the other side of the bed.
"You just kissed me!" Chandler reminded him. "Why the hell did you kiss me?"
"I...uh..." Than it hit him. He did kiss Chandler! "Dude, I was in the moment. There was a breeze on my neck and you know how I get when there's breeze on my neck..."Joey tried to defend himself.
"No! I don't" Chandler said. "Joey! You kissed me!"
"Ya, I know," Joey replied. He felt embarrassed, but wasn't about to show it. "Look, let's just forget it happened, okay? I'll go back to my room."
Chandler took a deep breath. He felt bad for freaking out on Joey. Things like this happen, he thought. So the only logical thing to do was..."Well, the only way to pay you back is for me to kiss you!" What did I just say? Chandler thought. Off of Joey's blank stare, he walked over to his friend and pecked his lips."There," he said."Now we're even. Now we can go back to bed." Chandler numbly walked back to his side of the bed and felt Joey's hand on his shoulder. He turned around and Joey grabbed his arms and kissed him. A long, passionate kiss.
What the hell am I doing? I'm not gay! Joey kept telling himself. It didn't matter. Chandler was not pulling away and this actually made Joey feel really good. Before he knew it, they were on the bed, hands groping each other. Still kissing, never stopping to take a break, they removed each others' clothing. Suddenly Chandler got on top of Joey and slid inside him.
Joey gasped, but took it. I'm still not gay, Joey thought. It's London. In New York, things will be back to normal. Still, he didn't deny that this was the best sexual experience he's ever had.
Chandler pushed in and out of Joey until finally he came. They both lay still for a minute, neither saying a word or even looking at each other, until they finally closed their eyes and fell asleep.
The next morning when Chandler woke up, he stared at Joey who still asleep. He didn't know if he wanted last night to be a dream or not. He knew it wasn't. He wondered if Joey had enjoyed last night as much as he had. He hoped he had. Finally he could see his friend start to stir and open his eyes. "Hey," Chandler said.
"Hey," Joey replied.