Disclaimer: I don't own Friends.
Chandler stared at Joey from across the table. "What. Are you doing?"
Joey lifted the dill pickle out of his glass and stuck it in his mouth, sucking gently. "Wha? It's good," he said around the snack.
"You do realize that you just dipped that in lemonade, though, right?" Chandler asked, still appalled.
"Yeah." Joey bit off the end of the pickle and dipped it back in the sour liquid.
"Ugh, how can you eat that?" Chandler asked with a grimace of disgust.
"Well, it's just like sucking a-"
"That is not what I meant," Chandler interrupted.
Joey shrugged. "I bet you taste like lemonade," he said before slipping the pickle back into his mouth.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, you've been drinking it all day."
"But I…Joey, just shut up."
Joey laughed, dropping the pickle into his glass. "Can I find out?"
"NO! Why on earth would you…no…" Chandler stuttered, scrambling for the right words.
Joey pushed back his chair and disappeared under the table.
"Joey…"
The raven haired man's head appeared between Chandler's legs. "Yes?"
"Get away."
"If you don't want me to do something, then why are you still sitting here?"
Chandler opened his mouth and then closed it, at a loss for words. Why was he sitting here? Did he just want to know for once what it would be like coming from another male?
Joey smirked and undid Chandler's pants quickly, taking care to slip his member out as soon as his pants were open enough to leave him vulnerable.
"Joey, maybe you shouldn't…" Chandler began. But it was already too late; Joey's lips had touched him and his tongue had taken control, making Chandler lose what control of his own he had left.