Author's Note: So. Last chapter. Sex, smutty little sex. It's my first sex story, like, ever, so please be gentle with the criticism.
I really enjoyed writing this; hope you guys enjoy reading it. Well, nice to have you, make sure you stop by my other stories and discover just how much of a terrible writer I am! (But I make up for it with my Author's Notes...no? Whoops, sorry.)
'He's so damn beautiful.'
This thought occurs to me as I slowly thrust into Joey, my slow movements bringing absolute pleasure to my groin, causing my eyelids to flutter and head to tilt back. My eyes stay on Joey, though, his face contorted in impatience. His breathing is slowed, every shuddery breath just another indication of how fed up he is with me. Finally, he gets tired of it. "Fuck, Chandler, just—ah," he pauses when my penis accidentally brushes against something soft inside him. He catches his breath, before continuing. "Just do something other than this; maybe pick up the speed, or something. I'm starting to go soft, man." He squints his eyes at me, and I look down to his penis, stuck between our stomachs. I stopped my ministrations as Joey started talking, and just resting inside of Joey is enough to make me want to lose it. I reign in my libido, though. I know that wouldn't be nearly as awesome for Joey as it would be for me.
"Sorry, Joe," I say breathlessly, placing a placating kiss on his clavicle, "I'll try to go faster." I demonstrate by speeding up a little, and he sighs out a puff of exasperated breath.
"Fuck it," he bites out, and suddenly his hands are on my shoulders, pushing himself off of my dick. I'm about to start crying from the lack of warm, tightness around Little Chandler before he's pushing me back, my head hitting the floor, hard. I wince, just as he straddles my hips. "Hold your dick straight, Chan," he says, and I do as told, wondering where he's going with this. I find out when he lifts himself up, one hand resting on my stomach and the other stretching his ass as he slowly starts to bend his legs, and now his hole is lined up with the head of my cock and he's taking in a shaky breath as he slowly lets himself go down, his eyes shut tight and his teeth grit. I try to remember just exactly how I learned to breathe as I see my penis slowly disappear, replaced with the beautiful sight of Joey's stretching asshole. We both hitch our breath at the same time when he finally reaches the end of his journey; Joey's seated on my lap now and it's just so much fucking deeper than before.
My eyes try to shut as Joe wriggles a bit, getting used to how deep I am, but I don't let them. Joey's just too fucking beautiful, the way his shoulders shake as he tries to keep himself under control, the way his black, medium-length hair falls as he shakes his head back, his eyes closed and mouth open as he slowly starts to move up and down on me, searching for that thing I found once before. When he does, it's like fucking heaven on earth. His eyes pop open, his chest rises as he holds his breath, a whimpery, sexy, absolutely whoreish gasp of ecstasy escaping his lips. My cock twitches inside him and he lets out another one of those gasps, his movements increasing in speed. I feel like I'm gonna lose it at any second, the way he's bobbing up and down on top of me, his penis jumping, hitting his stomach every time he moves up, leaking precum like a fucking pro…I let out a little whoreish gasp of pleasure of my own when one of his hands travels up to his nipple, tweaking it with relish. "God, fuck Joe, I'm gonna co-come if-f you don't st-stop soon!" I gasp out, my eyelids not quite closed as they watch him keep moving, going as fast as possible on my penis, a sexy moan escaping from his wet, parted lips every time my head brushes against his prostate.
He opens his eyes enough to allow him to give me a look that screams, 'No shit, what do you think you're supposed to do?' I gasp out a little trickle of laughter, which soon escapes me as he somehow goes faster, the friction and the heat and the speed just becoming all too much for me; "Joe—Joe, fuck, I'm gonna—" he nods in understanding, speeding up even faster, and suddenly my eyelids are fluttering and my penis is exploding as a hot flash of what seems like lightning hits my brain, my eyes are trying to roll back in my head but it's impossible not to look at Joey who's also losing himself, his head thrown back, one hand curled around his penis, which is unloading his load onto his face and my stomach, his lips parted as something like a whine or scream of pleasure emits from his throat, just making me come harder. "Fuck, Joe," I cry as I explode inside of him, my hands that somehow traveled up to his hips letting my fingernails dig into his skin, which just seems to excite us both even more.
We finally lose our steam. Joe's just sitting on my dick, his eyes still shut and his head still thrown back as he just breathes in deeply, trying to catch breath that's just not coming to him. I slowly release his hips from my claws, which seem to have broken skin, if the trail of blood starting to mix with a bit of his come is any indication.
Joey finally seems to have found lucidity. He opens his eyes, smiling down at me with a glow that only sex can give you as he gingerly pulls himself off of me, wincing a little as he's finally released from my penis. He groans, rubbing close to his backside as he sits down on my heaving chest. "Shit, Chan, my asshole feels terrible," Joey states, biting his lip.
"Turn around, lemme see," I command, and Joey does as I tell him. What I see makes me get a semi straight away. His hole is leaking come, my come, stretched due to my penis, red from the friction of my penis. I take in a shuddering breath at the sight, hoping I don't get a heart attack of pleasure. I'm about to turn him around when I see a little blood mixed in, dripping out of him. "Shit, Joey, you're bleeding!" I exclaim, touching the rim of his hole gingerly.
He gasps a little. "Yeah, no shit," he says to me, pointing to the back of his hips, where four crescent-shaped scars leak blood.
I wince in sympathy, before looking to his face, which is twisted around his shoulder. "No, Joe, you're bleeding inside too," I declare, wiping a sample off his ass and holding it up for him to examine. He takes in a sharp breath of surprise.
"Jesus, didn't think that would happen," Joey comments, shaking his head confusedly. "Gay sex is way different than what I'm used to."
I shake my head, an amused smile on my face. "Really, now? What's it like, then?" I ask, almost afraid to hear Joey's answer. There's a cause.
"Kinda like a big shit that just keeps popping up when you let it out," he states, his face totally serious. He flips around so he can talk without having to strain his neck.
I facepalm, sighing into my hand. "Christ, Joey, you could take any sexy circumstance and just ruin it, huh?" I comment, shaking my head.
Joey looks at me, confused. "What? You asked me what it was like, and I told you. 'M not saying it was bad, actually, when I found that really good spot, it was fucking unbelievable," Joey breathes, his cheeks flushing a little at the memory. I blush too, grabbing onto his neck and pulling him down to place a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.
When we part, I smile up at him, absolute completion in my features. "Well, Joe, I hope that someday you realise that 'really good spot' is the same place the doctor checks when you get a prostate exam," I state, biting my lip to hide my laughter at Joey's flabbergasted look.
"No!" He exclaims, his features disbelieving.
"Yes!" I respond, my laughter exploding out of my mouth.
Joey frowns, thinking. "Wait a minute…so, the same place Mr. Merce checks is the place that makes me shoot my load?" He states quizzically, piecing together the evidence with slow but steady thoughts. At the mention of Joey's load, I can't help but look at some semen that's resting on his cheek, then all the come that's coating my stomach. I pull Joey's face to mine, lick his come off his face, and groan in pleasure. He sighs, his eyes fluttering closed as he begins to forget about his previous confusing thoughts.
I smile, sitting up and pushing Joey back, my hand cradling his head as he hits the floor. I kiss him deeply for a second, my tongue brushing against his own, before leaving his lips, sucking at the skin on his neck, leaving enough marks to mark him as mine but not seem too possessive. I bite a piece of his neck, then his shoulder, before trailing a path with my tongue, swirling it around his nipples before traveling down farther, sucking at his stomach muscles, leaving a few marks there, before kissing those indents that start Joey's ilium, then traveling to his pubic hair, nosing against the tough hairs. He gasps, his cock slowly coming back to life. I grin against his skin, moving my lips down to suck at the inside of his thighs, leaving big red marks behind as I switch to his other thigh. When I finally raise my head, I realise his penis has also risen. I smirk, satisfied.
He looks down to me with half-shut eyes, his mouth open and panting out breaths as he stares, hoping that what he thinks is going to happen will happen. I grin up at him, before switching my attention fully to the hard, red, throbbing erection in front of me. I lick my lips at the thought of getting them around that thing, and my cock twitches almost painfully. I move my face closer to him, breathing on his penis, the warm hot breath causing him to moan in need. "Fu-fuck, Chan, come on," he pants out, his eyebrows twisting together in frustration and his eyes shutting in consternation. I giggle, planting a wet kiss on the skin right next to his penis. He growls in frustration, muttering out phrases that are too low to hear. I'm about to continue teasing him when he sits up suddenly, pulling me up with him. He stares deeply into my eyes, a serious expression on his face. "Chandler," he starts, his tone reprimanding, "nobody likes a tease."
I nod to show that I understand, biting my lip to keep laughter from escaping them; a trickle of giggles are released from between my parted lips, though. He glares at me, and I raise my hands to show I mean no harm. "Hah, alright, Joe, lay back down, I won't tease you anymore," I say to appease him. He studies me for a few seconds, his gaze distrustful, before his pride finally loses to his penis.
"Better not tease me anymore, fucker," he bites out as he lets himself fall back, crossing his arms across his chest when he finally becomes horizontal again.
I smile, moving my attention back down to his aching member. "Mm, your cock is fucking sexy, Joe," I state, before licking a hot, wet trail from the base of his penis to the tip. He takes in a shuddering breath, his legs moving a little at the sensation. I grab the base of his cock, stroking it as I kiss the tip of it, my tongue slipping out to swirl around it, my mouth slowly moving farther down as Joey's breathing starts to hitch and his hands twist into my hair, pulling hard enough to hurt. I try to smile, but it's kind of hard when you've got a penis in your mouth.
I slowly move my head down, eating up more of Joey's dick. It's substantial in its amount; it'll definitely be hard to fit it all in my mouth, but hey, who says Chandler Bing can't handle a challenge? As if accepting one, I move my head down farther, so that I have to move my hand in order to go further. Now, he's fully inside my mouth; I can feel the blood rushing through it as if it has a pulse all on its own, and I moan, the vibrations traveling to his penis and making him thrust into me without precedence. I'm surprised at how sexy this is to me; my eyes travel up to Joey's, which are watching me, before letting one of my hands reach down to stroke at my own penis, extremely hard. If there was ever any doubt about my being gay, it all flew out the window when my penis started aching at the feeling, sight, taste of Joey's dick inside my mouth. I moan again, moving my head up and down, my hand keeping in time with my mouth.
Joey moans, his hips bucking up to meet my mouth now, pretty much fucking my mouth. And it's absolutely fucking incredibly sexy. We both moan together as my ministrations pick up speed, precum leaking out of my penis as I start to feel myself grow closer and closer to the edge. "Cha—Chandler, wait, I'm, I'm gonna—ah…" I stop him from speaking by adding gentle teeth to the mix, which makes him gasp out a moan of pleasure, need, ecstasy, which just makes my penis ache and my hand speed up and suddenly I'm coming but that's not important; I let my penis go to plant both of my hands on Joey's hips, my mouth enclosing his entire penis as he comes inside my mouth, the salty liquid tasting better than anything before. I feel Joey's body slowly relax, losing tension as he falls back against the floor, his chest rising as he breathes heavily. I pull my mouth off of his penis with a pop, licking a drip of his come away from the corner of my mouth. I smile down at Joey, before going in for a kiss. He stops me with an outstretched hand. "Dude, no offense, but there's no way I wanna taste my come, even if it's on your mouth," he states, a grossed out expression on his face.
I'm about to stammer out a response when suddenly I hear a thud behind me. I whip my head around and Joey sits up and looks over my shoulder to find the cause. What we see leaves me with my mouth hanging open and Joey with reddening cheeks. It's Phoebe, Monica, Rachel, and Ross, all staring at us in disbelief.
We all just stay where we are for a few seconds, none of us able to put words to our thoughts, when Joey finally stands up, his cheeks red as he looks away from them. "Well, nice to know there's privacy in our apartment," he states, picking up his boxers and stepping into them, throwing my own to me. I fumble with them a few seconds before I finally pull them up.
"What the—" "When in the—" "Why—" "HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!"
The last speaker was Ross; he looks the most shocked, his eyes wide and his expression disbelieving as he tries to take in the fact that his two guy best friends were just going at it together. Both Joey and I look a little ashamed. Joey rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as I pull my pants on, trying to explain in the process. "Well, um, guys, you see, uh…Joey and I, uh…we're, kind of, don't freak out Ross, kinda going out…" I end, zipping my pants up as if to accentuate the point.
"No way!" Phoebe gasps out, a surprised grin on her face. She turns to Ross, her hand out expectantly. "Pay up, loser!" She cries, laughing.
"Dammit, guys!" Ross exclaims, fishing in his pockets and handing Phoebe a fifty dollar bill, "Now Phoebe wins!" He sighs, pouting petulantly as he stares at us in anger.
Joey, in the process of pulling his pants up, lets them drop. "Wait…" he states, eyes wide, "You guys don't care that we're gay? You…you just wanna win a bet?" He asks, his tone disbelieving.
"Well, yeah, I mean, I always kinda knew you two had a thing for each other, I mean Chandler, you were getting ready to hump Joey when he took his shirt off at the coffee shop," Phoebe states, studying the bill to make sure it's real.
Rachel grins, walking up to Joey and grabbing his hands excitedly. "Joey! I'm so happy! You guys finally got together!" Her grin disappears for a moment, to be replaced with a dissatisfied frown. "But you should have told me earlier! It's not fair that I have to learn the way the others did," she states, shaking her head.
Joey looks away, fidgeting. "Well, Rach, it was kinda soon…about a day ago, actually," he states, and all our friends gasp.
"Dammit!" Monica declares, handing a twenty to Phoebe, her expression rigid. "You guys suck," she states, joining Ross in misery.
Joey and I share a look; both of us are pretty overwhelmed with the news and how underwhelmed all our friends, who shouldn't have known about us, knew. A few thoughts finally connect after a few seconds. "Wait, you told Rachel?" I ask Joey in surprise.
Joey fidgets uncomfortably again. "Well, uh, yeah, it's kinda hard to go through loving someone and not know if they love you back," he states, then looks down to see his pants are still around his ankles. He pulls them up self-consciously.
I shake my head. Unbelievable; I suffered through what I though was my unrequited love while Joey had a confidante; wish I'd thought of that. I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Well, guys, this is nice and all, but maybe you should, like, give us some privacy?" I tell them, hoping to God no one notices the come on my chest; not likely.
Phoebe sniggers. "Yeah, we'll let you guys get back to…what you were doing," she states, staring pointedly at my naked chest and the liquid drying on it. Both Joey and I blush at this; in less than a second we're both ushering everyone out, ignoring their harmless gibes and closing the door on their laughter.
When we're finally alone, Joey and I look at each other. "So, mutual showering?" He asks, and I nod my head excitedly in agreement.
FIN MOTHAFUCKAS
