A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short, but I'll try to make the passages longer. Reviews welcomed. I am not a seasoned writer so criticism is highly appreciated.

Chapter 2

We left the help desk frustrated. Well, I was. Joey was still offering me the couch. The lady at the desk told us there was absolutely no other rooms for us to transfer to. We came back to the room and I tried to explain to Joey why sleeping on the couch was not ideal on a vacation.

"Well, you could sleep on the bed with me." My heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

"Yeah, the bed's pretty big and super comfy." He bounced on the bed, emphasizing his point. "We could both fit on here."

"Oh...umm. Yeah, okay. I guess." My hands were shaking slightly, so I shoved them into my pockets. I was nervous. Recently I've been having certain thoughts about Joey, and I'm sure sleeping in the same bed with him would help this thoughts.

He smiled. My knees were suddenly weak. "See? Everything worked out. Let's check out the ship." I followed out the door as he pulled out an activity guide.

"Oh, oh oh, let's do the zip line first."

I gulped. "But it's so high up."

He laughed at the fear on my face. "If it bothers you so much, I'll hold you hand." I was tempted to tell him ok, but held myself. This was getting bad, and we still had two weeks to go.

I realized Joey was expecting a witty rebuttal to his comment. "I'm fine." Smooth.

We reached the top deck and found the elevator that led to the zip line. I'm not a religious man, but I crossed myself all the way up. Joey noticed this.

"It will be fine, I promise. Nobody gets hurts on these things."

"Tons of people get hurt. A majority of those people die on these things." I did another cross.

"Yeah, stupid people who forget the rules of zip lining. I have a better chance of dying than you." I stopped mid cross.

"Joe, you're not stupid."

"Sure I am. But its ok because I'm so good looking." I almost agreed, but stopped myself. That is not something one straight guy tells another straight guy!

"Hey, wait a minute, are you insinuating that I'm not good looking." He gave me a confused look. "Insinuating means to suggest." I added.

"Oh. No, you're just not as good looking. But thats ok, too, since you're smart." I didn't know how to take this, so I just accepted it as a compliment.

"Thank you?"

"No problem." The doors opened and we stepped out. There was a small deck with maybe fifteen people all lining up to get on the zip line. The instructors were taking two at a time for a tutorial on how to zip line, After ten minutes, they took Joey and I aside. After five minutes of instructions, we were directed to the line. I could see all the way down to the deck.

"Nope," I squeaked as I took a step back.

"Come on Chandler," Joe took hold of my arm and I would have swooned, if we weren't a thousand feet in the air. Well, probably not a thousand, but pretty damn high! He looked into my eyes, his pleading, and I told myself I would not fall for this, I was not, I repeat NOT going to trust my life to a flimsy cable and harness.

"Okay, I'll do it." God dammit. I hooked my harness to the cable like the instructor showed us, and took a deep breath.

"See you at the bottom." He saluted me and I took a step off the deck.

At the bottom, I placed my feet tentatively on the hardwood deck. Other than being the most terrifying thing I have experienced in my life, and I had a lot of those with a drag queen father who was very creative with the places he would have sex, that was pretty fun. The wind rushing over me and the excited feeling in the pit of my stomach. Seeing the expansive boat pass by in a rush when I forced my eyes open. I was so glad I did it!

Joey came down moments later and landed with slightly less grace than me. I laughed at his shaking body.

"I thought you were so confident about the zip lining experience."

He glared at me. "So did I." I laughed again and his expression softened. "Well, at least you had fun."

"I did actually. Thanks for forcing that experience on me."

"I didn't force you, just asked politely."

"No, I seem to remember being forced to go at gunpoint, but whatever." He finally laughed with me too. "So, do you want to go again?"

"NO. Absolutely not." He had a panic stricken look on his face.

"That's okay, I'm pretty sure they're serving dinner at the buffet anyway. Let's go change and go eat."

After changing into a more formal outfit, I went out to see that Joey had slipped on a tux. And it looked really good on him. Like really good. I realized that I was staring before he could catch me and walked past to grab my watch from the night stand.

"So, do I look good?" I turned to face him.

"Uh... Yeah. That's a nice suit."

"Thanks, I bought it for a movie premiere a while back."

"It looks really good on you." Shut up now Chandler, just shut up. "I bet it could get you laid." Oh my good, mental facepalm.

"It has actually, three times." He beamed at me. Wanna make it four. Oh GOD. I didn't say that out loud did I? Ok, no I didn't. Good.

We left the room and made our way to the restaurant. The restaurant was huge, with ten different nationalities of food, each in a grouping of buffets. Joey let out a small moan. I didn't blame him. The smell alone could put you in a food coma. We found a table and sat, The waitress, a cute blonde, came over to take our drink orders.

"How you doin'?" Joey looked her up and down. She giggled.

"Your drinks will be by shortly." I felt a pang of jealousy and instantly hated the woman. I felt bad about it, but there was no changing it. I got up, rather abruptly, and went to fill a plate with comfort food. I came back with a plate piled with food, but Joey still had a fuller plate. I couldn't help but chuckle silently over that.

The rest of dinner was fine. We talked about what we would do to occupy our time for the next few days. When the waitress came back, she brought our drinks and flirted with Joey. I swigged my champagne, and asked for another. The alcohol helped.

We finished dinner and went to a dance club. We didn't stay long because we were so full, so we went to sit down on the deck and stared at the stars. It was amazing, we don't ever get to see the stars in New York, and I never really knew what I was missing.

"It's beautiful." I whispered. It felt wrong to talk louder than that, like we could disturb the stars and they would fly away.

"Yeah. It really is." Joe sounded far away. I have no idea how long we stayed there, just staring, but at some point, we got up and made our way to our room. I changed into a white shirt and pajama bottoms. Joey did the same. We laid down on opposite ends of the bed and slipped into sleep.

I woke up from a new Joey dream. I looked down and sighed with relief when I saw I didn't make a mess. I looked at the clock. 3:27. I looked over and saw that Joey had just about closed the distance between us. I realized that I, too, was farther from the edge then I started and could not point fingers.

I was about to fall back asleep when I thought that something was off. I could see Joey's bare chest. But he started off with a shirt on when we fell asleep. I suddenly realized a small tidbit of information about my friend. He likes to sleep nude. Oh god he probably pulled his clothes off in the mi... oh GOD, am I pulling back the covers. Yes, yes I am definitely pulling back the covers. Stop Chandler! Bad Chandler! I said no dammit! STOP!

...oh my.

Well, if I thought I had an erection before, it was nothing compared to the raging hard on that began straining against my cotton pants now. This is not good. Not good at all.

I'm going to have to get rid of this thing. I snuck another peek beneath the covers and fled to the bathroom to dispose of my boner.