We sit in silence on the cab ride home, well actually Joey and I sit in silence while my father raves about the show and his dear friend who was wonderful, according to him. We get to the apartment and Joey walks ahead, still not saying a word. When we walk inside Joey retreats to his room and finally my dad seems to notice.

"Hey, what's with him?" he asks.

"Your stupid friend, that's what," I grumble.

"What?"

I grab his arm and pull him out the hall so Joey can't overhear us.

"Look, something happened a few weeks ago that we haven't spoken about and your friend unknowingly referenced it in the show!"

"What, how?"

"I kind of convinced this gay guy that if we got Joey drunk enough he would fool around with us. Then Joey found out and your friend had to make that dumb comment," I explain, annoyed.

"Oh, come on that was fun banter, everyone loved it!"

"Well, not Joey, now he's gonna be pissed at me for something I thought we got passed."

"Clearly, you're not passed it," my dad points out.

"Yes we were," I argue naïvely.

He gives me a look.

"Alright, maybe he never fully got over it, but I swore I wouldn't have actually done anything. And we never even came close anyhow."

"But if you did come close?"

I crank my neck side to side, not wanting to admit the truth, but knowing he'll probably catch my lie.

"Do you have a thing for Joey?" my dad questions me, suddenly giddy for gossip.

"What, no!" I hush him.

"Then, why can't you answer?"

I bite the inside of my mouth, secretly mad at my dad for bringing any of this up.

"Look, I don't know! Of course, he's good looking and I think about it maybe, sometimes, and yeah I said his stupid name in bed with another guy!" I pour everything out for him.

My dad's eyebrows raise and his eyes widen.

"Oh my! Chandler, this sounds serious."

"No, it's not. It's all a misunderstanding, look he's my best friend and my roommate and he's straight!"

"You can't help who you love," he quotes.

"I do not love Joey, that's for sure," I correct him.

"But you admit you have feelings for him?"

"What, no!" I yell and then think it over. "Alright, I don't know," I quietly confess.

My father beams with glee.

I shake my head.

"It doesn't matter, even if I do have a thing for him, nothing can happen. He's straight and currently mad at me."

"Well, what matters is, you're aware of it. Even if nothing can come of it, at least now you can learn to get over him, in time," my father advises like he's some wise prophet.

I glare at my father; every word he says is completely true yet I don't want to hear it. I don't even want to believe I could have feelings for Joey. That's probably how I never knew; I never took the time to really consider it or think about it because I didn't want to end with heartbreak, which has to happen now.

I also hate down to my bones to admit Eddie might have been right, when he broke up with me saying I have feelings for Joey. And even Dominick and Chris, they all ended with Joey somehow, with my somehow having something going on with Joey. And I just yelled at all of them, secretly calling them liars and idiots. Now, I'm the idiot.

My father doesn't stay too much longer, probably because he's got to get to his boy toy Andy. I say goodbye and tell him I had a good time. He responds by wishing me good luck and gives me a wink, while pointing to Joey's room. I push him out and he laughs all the way down the stairs. I lock the door and look towards Joey's closed door. I wonder if he's going to come out at all tonight.

Joey doesn't come out of his room at all. I head to sleep and hope we can get passed this in the morning. Well, the next day he avoids me as much as he can. I miss him for half the day and I even hang out with Ross at Central Perk. I head back up to the apartment in the afternoon and catch Joey coming out of Rachel's and Monica's apartment. He tries to sneak back him, but I run up to the door and shove my body half way in to prevent it from closing.

"Hey! Joey come on, we need to talk!"

He keeps trying to push the door closed.

"Joey, you can't avoid me forever!"

He finally lets the door go and I nearly fall over from all the effort I was putting into keeping it open.

"How about we go back to never talking about it again," he demands and walks back across the hall. I follow him into our apartment and shut the door.

"Look, we need to get passed this once and for all. That's why it bothers you. If we could just forget about it, you wouldn't be avoiding me today," I tell him and he looks miserable that he knows I'm right.

He grunts.

"Fine, what are we supposed to do?"

"I think we should put it all out there. Just say everything no matter how awkward it is," I offer.

He stares at me and clenches his teeth together.

"Okay, I'll start. Joey, I'm really, really sorry I convinced some guy that you would participate in a gay act if you got drunk enough. It was wrong to lie and to ever involve you and put your reputation at risk," I state.

He puts his hands on his hips and looks down for a second.

"Would you have gone through with it?" He questions me, while still looking at the floor. I gulp.

"I… I wasn't doing anything to make sure it would happen, but if it did happen, somehow, I don't know that I definitely would have opposed going along with it. But I wouldn't have let anything happen if you didn't give your consent. I mean I know it would have been a drunken consent, but the point wasn't to force anything on you, it was to talk you into it," I explain.

Joey shakes his head and lets out a long breath.

"I just can't believe you led him on for so long. I mean what if you guys had dated for months or a year?"

"Well, I mean we weren't even dating. He made plans with me only to get to you and I knew that everytime he failed with our plan, he would just settle for me. I was being selfish, I was getting some action and from a guy I never thought I could get on my own. That's the real reason I keep it going, not because I thought he would convince you," I tell him sincerely.

He absorbs what I've said.

"Alright — I forgive you. But don't ever do it again, okay?"

"No, never, I promise."

"Okay," he says.

I walk a few steps closer to him, since we put a lot of distance between us.

"We still best buds?" I ask and put my hand out. He looks at me and finally lets a small smile form.

"Of course," he says and high fives my hand.

Joey and I are basically back on normal terms. It always takes at least a few days to get the weird vibes out completely. And I know I always risk not gaining all his trust back, but lately we're feeling pretty normal.

When the weekend comes, Joey has to work. It ends up Joey got the part in a movie. The one I read with him with the characters Bradley and Carrie. It's a small romantic comedy. He going to film a few scenes and informs me he'll probably go out with the cast afterwards.

He returns home really late and wakes me up.

He's banging into the things and things are loudly falling all over. I come out to the living and turn the light on.

"Hello!" I angrily try to get his attention.

He pushes his head up and smiles.

"Chandller, heyyyy," he drunkingly greets me. He waves a hand that has a white bandage wrapped around the middle of it.

"Hey, what happened to you?" I ask and point at his hand as I start moving more into the living room. He looks at his hand and forgets for a moment. He thinks it over and this it clicks.

"Oh yeah, I cut my hand on broken glass."

"What, where was there broken glass?" I ask, concerned.

"I smashed my glass!" he exclaims.

"Oh my god, is it a deep cut, do you need stitches?"

"Nah, the bartender wrapped it up and said I'm finnnne!"

He's so drunk. I think he's beginning to make this a bad habit.

He wobbles to the couch and plops down. He runs his hands down his thighs to his knees. I don't know what he's doing. He leans his body back and then forward. He closes his eyes and presents a pained expression.

"You okay Joe?" I ask.

He throws his head side to side to say no. I step closer to the couch.

"My good hand," he frowns and holds up his bandaged hand to me. It's his right hand, and he's a righty.

"I'm sorry buddy," I pat his shoulder.

He closes his eyes again and puts his hands on his knees. He breathes slowly with his eyes closed and his head tilted back.

What the hell is he doing?

He opens his eyes and looks up at me.

"Chhandller," he slurs, still too intoxicated to be awake.

"Yeah?"

"Can you… can you just sit on me?" he oddly requests.

I slant my eyebrows at him.

"Uh, what?" I try to laugh off.

"Just… could you," he says looking down at his lap and patting his legs lightly. I widen my eyes at him, not believing he's really asking this.

"Sit — on me," he finally finishes his sentence.

I'm speechless, what kind of request is this from a straight roommate? And should I actually do this? What if this is some ploy to get me to do the wrong thing and give him another reason to hate me again.

I hesitate, but he's drunkenly impatient.

"Chandler!" He yells in a demanding, but helpless sounding voice and it sends a shiver down my spine. I don't know if I'm worried or turned on.

"You really want me to…" I start, but Joey keenly nods his head up and down with his eyes closed again.

"I…alright," I give in.

Hey, he's asking and who am I to say no to sitting on top of Joey?

So, I move slowly and complete the space between him and I; stopping directly in front of him. He keeps his eyes shut and I wonder if that's on purpose. I'm deciding if he would prefer I sit down facing him or with my back to him. I figure, for his sake, I should turn around because it's a much more intimate position if I face him.

I turn my back to him and lower myself onto his legs. I'm sitting on his thighs, but the next thing I know his hands grab my waist and he pulls me back so that I slide onto his crotch and nearly fall back on him. I catch my balance and rest my hands on his thighs to keep steady. He lets my waist go and lets his hands fall by his sides.

My eyes go wide again for a completely new reason. Joey is super hard under me. I feel his erection pressing against my butt cheeks. He starts to shift his hips up and back so it grinds against me. I gulp, trying to keep my cool. A small groan comes from the back and his throat and now my skin is starting to burn. I'm so turned on. I'm sitting on Joey's lap, feeling his boner pressed against me and now he's rubbing against me. Oh god, I hope I make it through this.

My breaths becomes staggered as he keeps tiredly pushing his crotch up against me or circling his hips underneath me. Actually feeling him hard is so thrilling. I know he's so drunk which is probably why he's doing all this, he's clearly too horny to care. And maybe he can't masturbate because his hand is cut. I don't even care what the reasons are or how in the world we got here, but I'm here sitting on Joey lap with his hard dick under me. So, I have to make the best of this and let's face it at this rate, Joey's not gonna be satisfied anytime soon, he's moving too slow and lazily. So, I keep my hold on his thighs and start digging my butt down on him. A new, longer groan comes from him and it lights a shot of arousal right through me. I press my weight down on him and grind my bottom up and down his crotch. I can feel I'm really working him now and Joey's groaning soft moans helplessly under me. I keep this going until I feel Joey starting to squirm and fidget underneath me. So, I crank it up and start bouncing up and down onto his erection. Now, he lets out a pained moan and I have to grip onto my own junk because it's been getting too hard to go unnoticed. I keep bouncing and smashing down onto his crotch until I hear Joey sharply inhale and then grunt loudly from deep in his throat. I calm down and go back to grinding up and down on him slowly as I feel wetness under my pajama pants. I let out a slow, controlled breath and still my motions. I stand up and turn around. I look down at him. He head is thrown back, with his eyes still closed. His chest keeps rising and falling and the best part, the front of his jeans are soaked. It's too exciting to even look at, to even know I had anything to do with this. And it's also making me burn, since I still need to take care of myself. I figure, I don't need to wait around for Joey to sober up and realize what happened anyway. So, I leave and head to my room and take care of my burning member.