Soon they were naked and rolling around under the covers, still kissing all the while. The more intimate they became, the more Chandler should have snapped out of the delusion that he was a woman, but the hypnosis had sunk deep into Chandler's subconscious over the past two weeks, rendering him blind to physical reality.

So Chandler didn't understand why Joey continued to be shy in his lovemaking. "Don't tease me, Joe," he begged.

"I'm not," Joey replied truthfully, still trying to adjust to having sex with a guy.

Chandler didn't believe him and wanted to pick up the pace. So he pulled Joey closer and fondled his growing erection.

Joey closed his eyes and bit his lip achingly. Chandler seemed so eager and unafraid, so different from what Joey had expected when he imagined crossing this line with him. Perhaps the way that Chandler's father had come out and turned into a flaming drag queen ought to have been a clue that Chandler would adjust well to gay sex.

Trying to keep up with him, Joey tentatively touched Chandler's erection, but Chandler gasped and drew back from him with confusion. The illusion had been disturbed.

"What's wrong?" Joey looked up worriedly.

Chandler frowned and wasn't quite sure. Something wasn't quite adding up somehow. Something was off, but he couldn't find words for it, nor think very clearly.

"You don't like that?" Joey guessed. "I'm sorry." Joey believed that his inexperience was responsible for the awkwardness, so he made amends with sensual kisses and caresses all over the rest of Chandler's body. They were moves that could be applied to either gender, and in fact, Joey had tested most of the moves on women.

Chandler relaxed again and responded warmly. "Oh, Joey." He spread his legs invitingly.

Very aroused, Joey exhaled and slowly ran his hands along Chandler's thighs. He'd always wanted to do this, but because of how aggressive Chandler had acted so far, he wasn't sure that Chandler actually wanted to be on bottom. "You want me to?"

"Yes!" Chandler hissed with desire. "Enough foreplay. I'm ready."

Joey highly doubted that, but he reached into the night-stand for condoms. "No lube? Wait, I got some." He got out of bed and hurried to his bedroom.

Left alone, Chandler groaned impatiently and wondered why Joey thought that lubricant would be necessary. Surely Chandler should know when his own body was ready. For reference, he tried to recall other sexual experiences in the past, but they all seemed rather fuzzy and vague right now. Why did Chandler keep seeing women's faces? Were they women that he'd seen Joey with, or were they lesbian dreams? Again, something wasn't quite adding up in his brain.

Just then, Joey returned and slid back into bed, giving Chandler a loving kiss. Then he rolled Chandler over and began preparing him. Joey had taken women this way before, and knew how to be gentle or rough as necessary.

Surprised, Chandler made no objection and felt rather turned on by Joey's choice of positions. This was definitely something Chandler had not done before, and now he understood the reason for the delay.

With lubricated fingers, Joey carefully coaxed Chandler open. "You sure about this?" he asked. "It's not too soon?"

"I'm sure," Chandler nodded.

Once Chandler was ready, Joey penetrated him, and they had hot, sweaty sex until they both shuddered in ecstasy. Chandler's mind conveniently blocked out all details concerning his own erection, except for a general warmth, pleasure, and moisture.

After Joey withdrew and tossed away the condom, he returned to Chandler's side and kissed him tenderly. "Oh, that was so good," he murmured.

"Better than good!" Chandler snuggled close to Joey and kissed him back.

Joey smiled and nodded, looking into his eyes. "It was... amazing." Then he frowned in apology. "Hey, I'm sorry about before. I'll get better, okay?" He was glad that Chandler had come without direct contact to anything besides his prostate, because Joey really didn't know how to tackle Chandler's erection after his apparent mistake earlier. Perhaps what they needed was some gay porn, or a sex manual.

Chandler laid his head on Joey's shoulder and asked pensively, "Why were you so nervous with me, Joe? I'm not that different from all those girls you've been with before."

"Different enough," Joey said.

Chandler shook his head dismissively. "So I don't wear dresses or makeup. So we're friends first. That doesn't mean we can't want each other, right?"

"Right." Joey nodded and ran his fingers through Chandler's hair.

"So why did you wait so long, Joey? How come I had to ask you out before you'd kiss me like that?"

Joey shrugged and sighed. "'Cause it's you, Chandler. You're--you're my best friend and my roommate, and it could go so wrong. Like Ross and Rachel, only worse."

Chandler nodded and thought of that recent, disastrous breakup between their friends. "You're afraid we'll end up like them?"

"Yeah, maybe. All of us thought they were perfect for each other, and now look at them!" He hugged Chandler tight and looked worried. "I don't want us to break up someday and hate each other, Chandler. I can't lose you."

"You won't," Chandler assured him. "We'll learn from their mistakes."

"Are you sure? What if--?"

Chandler interrupted. "Look, even if we break up, I promise we'll make up and be friends again." He smiled and added, "And we can have bonus sex all the time."

Joey kissed him with a laugh and felt much better. "And who knows?" he said hopefully, "maybe--maybe we'll never breakup."

Chandler smiled flirtatiously. "What, you gonna give up all your one-night stands for me?"

"Maybe." Joey's eyes showed how serious he was, and he whispered, "I-I never felt this way about anybody before, Chandler."

Touched, Chandler clung to him and kissed him lovingly. "Me neither."

Feeling happy and secure, they made out for a while, until Joey pulled away and glanced at the clock.

"You hungry, Chandler? We missed dinner."

"Yeah, I could eat some pizza."

"Okay, I'll go order for us." Joey kissed Chandler lightly, then got out of bed and put on his pants and a t-shirt. "Pepperoni, right?"

Chandler nodded, and Joey left for the living room.

After lying there and basking happily for a moment, Chandler sat up and reached for Joey's button up shirt that he'd left behind on the floor. Chandler smelled the shirt happily, and was glad that he'd finally gone ahead and asked Joey for a date. Ever since Chandler had quit smoking this time, he had felt strong and confident. But also feminine too.

Missing Joey already, Chandler put on the shirt and buttoned it up, feeling so much closer to him now. Being wrapped in Joey's shirt was almost as good as being wrapped in Joey's arms. Almost.

Chandler got out of bed and joined Joey in the living room.