Joey shook Chandler awake while it was still dark out.

Chandler jumped away from his touch. "Wh-wh-what do you want from me now? Sex?"

Joey blushed and stammered, "You-you were dreaming, um, loudly. You... said my name."

"Oh my God!" Chandler suddenly recalled his dream and looked horrified. "You're right, I was. I was dreaming about you. Oh my God, what's wrong with me?"

Joey sat back and shook his head guiltily. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you like that."

Chandler waved his words away. "Don't-don't talk about it!" He turned to the clock by his bed. "What are you doing back so soon? Didn't you go out and, um, get a girl?"

"Yeah, but-" Joey averted his eyes and blushed much more deeply than before. "I had, um, some trouble. I, um, couldn't-well I could, technically, but I kept thinking about, um..."

"Don't-don't continue. I get the idea."

"So I couldn't stay there, and I went home. But then I heard you in here, and I got kinda nuts and had to wake you, you know?"

"I know." Chandler swallowed and searched frantically in his mind for some solution to their mutual problem.

Joey found the silence too much to bear, so he got up to leave. But before he opened the door, Chandler spoke up with a desperate, strained voice.

"Is that it? Is that it? Should we just sleep together?"

"What?" Joey stared at him in shock. "Sleep together?"

"Think about it," Chandler insisted. "We've tried everything else. If we do it, or start to, we'll realize how disgusting it is, and then we'll be cured. I think. I mean, of course we will!"

Joey hesitated. "You really want to?"

"No, I don't want to!" he shouted back, then shuddered. "But I don't want to keep dreaming about it, either. Now are you gonna sleep with me or not!"

"Okay, okay!" Joey came back to the bed and started undressing.

Although it had been his own suggestion, Chandler watched him with wide eyes and couldn't quite believe it. Joey was getting naked. Now Joey was getting into bed with him and pulling off his pajamas too.

"Whoa!" Joey commented. "You're hard already."

"Uh-huh." Chandler couldn't form any other sounds at present.

Joey started kissing him, giving both their tongues quite a workout, and they sank together onto the bed.

Chandler suddenly winced and pulled away a little.

Joey looked anxious and concerned. "What? Huh? Are we stopping now?"

"Um..." Chandler blinked and remembered that they were only doing this to cure themselves of the nagging desire. He tried to speak casually, "Sure. Don't you wanna stop yet?"

"Well, um," Joey admitted in a whisper, "I-I don't think I'm cured yet. It's, uh, it's not disgusting yet for me."

"Okay, then let's continue."

"Okay." Joey pounced on him again.

"Ow, my eye!" he winced anew.

"Sorry, sorry! I forgot." Joey quickly soothed Chandler and became more careful of his caresses and kisses. He teased Chandler's third nipple and discovered that it could do interesting things, with the proper stimulation. Soon they both got lost in the passion, groping each other and rolling in the sheets eagerly.

Joey sighed breathlessly when they stopped, satiated. "That was good. Surprisingly good."

"Yeah," Chandler agreed, but then realized something and got nervous. "Um, weren't we supposed to stop sometime? I mean, before we... you know?"

"I guess," Joey shrugged. "You didn't stop me."

Chandler blushed and swallowed. "I, uh, I was waiting for you to be disgusted."

"Oh." Joey cleared his throat. "I wasn't. Disgusted, I mean."

"Me neither."

They contemplated that in awkward silence.

Joey got up finally, and grabbed his clothes. "Well, um, good night."

"Good night." Chandler couldn't help but watch Joey dress. He had a nice body.

So Joey left, and Chandler lay tensely awake, wondering what all this meant. Why did he ever suggest having sex together? Did this mean he was gay? What about all the women he'd ever slept with? What about Janice, whom he'd actually been in love with?

Moreover, what about Joey? Why did he pressure Chandler for a kiss in the first place? Joey slept with tons more women than Chandler did. How could this happen? More importantly, would it ever happen again? Did he want it to?

Wrestling with all these difficult questions exhausted him, so Chandler finally fell asleep.