It was a Dewey Saturday morning in Manhattan. Phoebe, Ross, Rachel and Monica were chatting about their lives over coffee at Central Perk. Upstairs in his apartment, Joey sat on his Barcalounger in the living room, drinking a can of beer. Chandler was staying in his bedroom, not daring to confront his roommate.

Joey felt bad for Chandler. He realised how embarrassing the whole thing must have been for him, like a nightmare. He must have thought Joey would be at work all night, he was SUPPOSED to be at work all night, until the damn thunderstorm ruined their shoot. He had come home wet and miserable, but excited to hang out with his roommate for some Baywatch and beers.

What he saw… I mean, damn. It was unbelievable! It was probably the most surprised he's ever been. But now, the morning after, it's not what he saw that stuck out the most in Joey's mind (not that he could see much from behind the chair) but rather, what he heard.

"Ross… Ross!"

Joey felt sick. Not a disgusted kind of sick, he had nothing against gay guys. It was something else. An emotion too complicated for Joey to understand, all he knew was that it was painful. It didn't feel good. Chandler's voice calling out Ross's name like that… it was wrong… it made him feel… angry.

And so, Joey decided to punish him. He sat in the living room waiting for Chandler to show his face. Chandler was probably waiting for Joey to go out, but Joey wouldn't, he was going to talk to Chandler today.

Time went by and Joey had his lunch, watched some TV and played video games. Eventually it was time for dinner, and Chandler still hadn't come out of his room. Joey knocked on the door.

"Chandler?" He yelled through the door, trying to sound casual.

"Uh… Yeah?" Chandler sounded hoarse.

"Getting takeout. You want anything?"

"I-I'm good, Joe."

Joey frowned. "You're good? You haven't eaten all day."

Chandler didn't respond.

"I'm coming in." Joey said, opening the door.

Chandler was in the bed, face under the sheets, still wearing his pyjamas.

"Chandler, you gotta get up."

"I will."

"When?"

"I dunno. I have to eventually. I've needed to pee for like three hours."

Joey sighed and sat on the bed.

"I want to talk to you."

Chandler pulled himself out of the sheets.

"Joey, I am so sorry!"

"It's oka-"

"I didn't think you'd come home and I-I- didn't think-"

"Yeah."

"I don't normally do it out there I swear I mean I- I don't normally, it's just something I-"

"Chandler, enough. It's fine. We live together. It was bound to happen sooner or later. I mean you've walked in on me jerking off hundreds of times."
Chandler gaped. "I have?"

"Sure, you just don't realise cos I pull the sheets up real quick."

"Wow I had no idea."

Joey laughed.

"Dude, I don't care that you like to use toys sometimes. That doesn't matter to me. It's just… Chandler, I heard what you were saying."

Chandler looked genuinely confused. "What I was saying?" Then his face went white, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"Is there something I don't know? Y'no, about you and Ross?

"Ross? Which Ross?"

Joey raised an eyebrow. "Ross Geller?"

"Oh that guy? Hahaha. Nah, I wasn't talking about that Ross. I was um… I was talking about Ross… Ross… Ross Bob."

"You mean Bob Ross?"

"Yeah, yeah that's him. Bob Ross. He uh, he really does it for me, haha. Looks like you caught me."

Even Joey wasn't that stupid. "Get real Chandler. I heard you saying Ross's name back there. Don't ask me why, but I need to know. Is there something between you two? Or was it just…?"
Chandler sighed.

"Come on Joey, you know that… sometimes when you're jerking off you just… you think of people in a different way, sometimes your own friends. It wasn't… look, just please don't tell him, okay?"

"So there's nothing between you two?"

"No."

Joey thought for a moment, somehow this didn't make him feel any happier.

"So you just… like to think about Ross?"

Chandler rolled his eyes and got out of bed. "Joey leave me alone."

"What?"

"It's none of your business!"

Chandler made for the door, but Joey blocked his way.

"Chandler I heard you, you were thinking about him, imagining Ross fucking you, moaning his name, I heard it."

Chandler didn't flinch this time. "So what?" He said plainly. "So what if I was?"

Joey looked angry, but then he stood aside. "Go pee already."