Butterflies
Chandler has butterflies in his stomach, and he feels a little light headed. Warm hands slide beneath his shirt and stroke his sides, as a warm velvet tongue slips into his mouth and his eyes flutter closed. His legs hit the side of the bed and they flop down onto the mattress; he's pinned by a comfortable weight, and a knee slides between his thighs.
"So are we sure about this?"
"Freakishly so," he breathes, smiling dazedly, nervous but certain.
And Joey smiles back; pure and bright, just as he likes it, as he leans back down to kiss him.