Chandler's secretary buzzed him from the outer office. "There's a Joey Tribbiani here to see you, Mr. Bing."
"Yes! Show him in, please."
Chandler jumped up from his desk and eagerly came forward to greet Joey.
"Hey!" Joey smiled, holding one arm behind his back.
Chandler hugged him tight. "I missed you! Hey, what d'you got there?"
Joey revealed that he had brought a framed photo of himself as Dr. Drake Ramoray. "I thought, you know, something to cheer you up when you're stuck here all day." The photo was signed, "Quit your job! Love, Joey."
"I only wish I could." Chandler kissed him, then put the frame on his desk and reached over to save the work on his computer. "Just let me get my coat, and we'll go."
"Go where?"
Chandler stared at him. "To lunch." Joey's occasional denseness was charming, but for him to forget a meal was unusual.
"Oh, so you actually meant lunch?"
"Yeah, what did you think I meant?"
Joey laughed very softly and pulled Chandler into his arms again. Now who was the dense one?
"Oh," Chandler blushed. He'd never had such an exciting offer from any of the girls he'd dated.
"Your door locks, right?"
"Uh-huh."
Joey went to lock the door, while Chandler cleared his throat and buzzed his secretary. "Denise? Um, why don't you go ahead and leave for lunch now? In fact, take an extra half hour today."
"Thank you, Mr. Bing."
As soon as they heard her leave, the guys were all over each other, frantically kissing and moving toward the desk. Then Chandler pulled out of Joey's embrace, warning, "Wait, let me move the picture frame someplace safe." He turned and started shifting the picture frame and other breakable items from his desk to the seat of his chair.
Joey impatiently stopped Chandler and pulled him down to the floor, where they didn't have to worry about computer hardware or cables, which were confined to the desk. "Nice carpet," he commented as he undid Chandler's belt.
Chandler moaned and got caught up in the sex again. He didn't care if his nice suit got rumpled, or if he got rug burn, or if rumors went around the office about the hot guy who had visited him during his so-called lunch. Some of his co-workers already thought he was gay, and those that didn't could find out today.
"Yes! Show him in, please."
Chandler jumped up from his desk and eagerly came forward to greet Joey.
"Hey!" Joey smiled, holding one arm behind his back.
Chandler hugged him tight. "I missed you! Hey, what d'you got there?"
Joey revealed that he had brought a framed photo of himself as Dr. Drake Ramoray. "I thought, you know, something to cheer you up when you're stuck here all day." The photo was signed, "Quit your job! Love, Joey."
"I only wish I could." Chandler kissed him, then put the frame on his desk and reached over to save the work on his computer. "Just let me get my coat, and we'll go."
"Go where?"
Chandler stared at him. "To lunch." Joey's occasional denseness was charming, but for him to forget a meal was unusual.
"Oh, so you actually meant lunch?"
"Yeah, what did you think I meant?"
Joey laughed very softly and pulled Chandler into his arms again. Now who was the dense one?
"Oh," Chandler blushed. He'd never had such an exciting offer from any of the girls he'd dated.
"Your door locks, right?"
"Uh-huh."
Joey went to lock the door, while Chandler cleared his throat and buzzed his secretary. "Denise? Um, why don't you go ahead and leave for lunch now? In fact, take an extra half hour today."
"Thank you, Mr. Bing."
As soon as they heard her leave, the guys were all over each other, frantically kissing and moving toward the desk. Then Chandler pulled out of Joey's embrace, warning, "Wait, let me move the picture frame someplace safe." He turned and started shifting the picture frame and other breakable items from his desk to the seat of his chair.
Joey impatiently stopped Chandler and pulled him down to the floor, where they didn't have to worry about computer hardware or cables, which were confined to the desk. "Nice carpet," he commented as he undid Chandler's belt.
Chandler moaned and got caught up in the sex again. He didn't care if his nice suit got rumpled, or if he got rug burn, or if rumors went around the office about the hot guy who had visited him during his so-called lunch. Some of his co-workers already thought he was gay, and those that didn't could find out today.