Chandler woke up to Joey coming out of the bathroom. "Hey, Joe," Chandler said with a sleepy smile.

Joey wore a scowl on his face. "Hey, Chan," he said, obviously distracted by something.

Chandler motioned for Joey to lie with him on his bed. Joey happily obliged. The Italian pulled Chandler towards him so that he was resting his head on his chest. "What's wrong?" Chandler asked.

Joey sighed worriedly. "It turns out there wasn't a mix-up at the psychiatry office. What happened here was intentional."

Chandler was confused. "What do you mean?"
"I actually did call for an appointment with Dr. Stephens, but the receptionist told me she was out for the week, so I asked her if there was someone else you could meet with. She signed you up for Dr. Ottinger. I can't believe I forgot about this...

"Anyways, apparently Dr. Ottinger was only supposed to meet with you one time, but somehow..."

"Somehow what, Joey?" Chandler asked, not liking where this was going.

"He somehow found out you were in a relationship with a man and decided that 'you needed to be cleansed.' He decided to take you up as his regular patient. Apparently he lied and said you liked him and wanted him to be your psychiatrist instead of Dr. Stephens."

"How could he have known that I was with a man..." Chandler slowly trailed off when he came to the realization of how he knew. "He told me he saw you and me in the lobby."

"What?" Joey asked, not getting what he was referring to.

By this point, both the men were sitting cross-legged, facing each other. "That first day, the day I first saw Dr. Ottinger. He said he saw you and me in the lobby together. That's how he knew I was with you."

Joey nodded, then continued his explanation. "He wanted to cleanse you of your sinful ways. He prescribed you Zoloft, knowing it would give you those hallucinations because apparently there's a personality type for being prone to hallucinations. He wanted you to kill yourself, Chandler, and he wanted you to kill me along with you..." He trailed off, not sure how to say the next part, but continued when Chandler told him to say what he needed to say. "He's done this before, Chandler. Someone died from his Zoloft prescriptions."

"Who?" Chandler asked.

"Do you remember the receptionist? Jessica?"

Chandler nodded. Then it hit him like a brick. "Oh, God. Her sister, Elizabeth..."

"Yeah. Apparently Elizabeth had a girlfriend named Violet. Elizabeth ended up killing Violet and, when she realized what she'd done, she killed herself."

Chandler covered his mouth, trying to hold back the fear and tears threatening to fall. Jessica was so sweet, but she would never be the same when she finds out her sister was technically murdered by the psychiatrist that was supposed to help her. "Does she know?" Chandler asked.

Joey shook her head. "I requested that we be the ones to tell her. We have to tell her. It might bring her a little bit of comfort if she hears it from someone she recognizes."

Chandler nodded. It wouldn't bring back her sister, but he hoped it would give her a little bit of closure in knowing that her sister wasn't a murderer and that she didn't do it on her own.

Then, the strangest words came out of Joey's mouth. "Chandler, I'm so sorry."

Chandler was confused again. "Why are you sorry? Do you think this is your fault?" When Joey said nothing, Chandler glared, "You had no idea that Dr. Ottinger would turn out to be insane with homophobia. You were trying to help. This is not your fault, so stop thinking that it is and never think that way again, okay?"

Joey nodded, then pulled Chandler in for a heartfelt kiss, pouring his very soul into it. He let his tongue ask for entrance, which Chandler now happily allowed. Joey gently pushed Chandler onto his back, never once breaking their kiss. Chandler pulled frantically at the short hairs on the back of Joey's scalp and when their hardening erections ground together through the thin fabric of the scrubs, he gasped loudly and whimpered for more from the man above him.

Joey had one arm propping himself up while the other was holding Chandler's hip in a tight grip. His hand had begun to travel underneath the scrubs the hospital nurses had given him when he suddenly stopped. Chandler, also suddenly coming to the realization of where they were and what they were about to do, breathed out a laugh against Joey's lips.

"You think the security guards watching our room got a good show?" Chandler grinned, looking at the obvious camera in the corner of the room.

"You think you're so funny, don't you? Meanwhile, I haven't had sex in two months! The last time I had sex was when that girl stormed out of the apartment and I didn't even get to finish!" Joey sounded honestly frustrated.

"Oh, yeah. I remember that," Chandler said distantly. "Why did she storm out, anyways?"

In rare form, Joey blushed. "I, uh, I might have said your name... a couple times..."

Chandler joined Joey in blushing, though his was a much deeper crimson. "O-Oh..."

Joey nodded. "Yeah, oh. But it doesn't matter," he said, then leaned down and pecked Chandler on the lips before climbing off of him. "I have you now and I still want to take this slow."

Chandler looked at Joey, trying to ignore the tent in the man's scrub pants, but unable to keep his tongue from darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips. The action didn't go unnoticed by Joey. "Well, maybe we should skip going slow."

Joey was seriously considering jumping Chandler right then and there when their friends came rushing in, breaking their heated moment.

Joey and Chandler didn't have much alone time that day once their friends came in. They were worried when both of the men refused to explain the situation, but their friends tried to be respectful of their decision. Of course, they had to press a little bit. Their worry was overriding their respectfulness, however, the two men didn't seem to mind.

By the time night rolled around, they were all still in Monica's apartment. They all had spent the majority of the day together just enjoying each other's company. Everyone was having such a good time; even Chandler seemed to be in a lighthearted mood. It had been a long time since it had been just the six of them, but strangely enough, Chandler missed seeing Mike and Richard. Though the two men weren't originally in their group, he had really grown attached to seeing them with Phoebe and Monica. Anyone who made those two women happy was good enough for Chandler to consider a true friend.

"Hey Phoebe, Monica?" Chandler called. When they turned to him, he asked, "Where are Mike and Richard? I figured they'd be here."
Phoebe smiled and explained. "They both figured that you both would want to be with just us, since we've all been friends for a lot longer. They didn't want to make you two uncomfortable."

Joey's brow furrowed, Chandler wearing a matching expression. "But we like Mike and Richard," Joey said.

"Yeah, I thought maybe you guys fought or something." Chandler continued.

Joey nodded his agreement.

"Oh, no. We're not fighting," Monica explained. "Do you want us to call them?"

Chandler shrugged. "Why not? They're just as much a part of this group as Joey and I, right?"

Everyone nodded while Monica and Phoebe smiled gleefully. "Thank you, Chandler. That really means a lot," she said. "By the way," she started. "How are you and Joey doing? I mean, you guys still together"-

She was cut off when Joey jumped up and wrapped his hands around her mouth. "Okay, everyone! I need to speak with Monica about... things. I'm just going to talk to her out in the hallway now. Phoebe, why don't you call Mike to pass the time and get him over here? And Chandler, could you join me and Monica for a moment?"

Chandler nodded, laughing at Joey's reaction. They walked into the hall, Chandler shutting the door behind him before Joey began whisper-yelling at Monica. "What the Hell was that?" He asked. "You almost let it slip!"

Monica rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Joey! You guys don't honestly think the group doesn't suspect anything, do you? You guys have been hanging off each other practically all day! Ross has asked me three times whether you two are – and I quote – 'doing things.' This is Ross we're talking about here, guys! Clueless Ross!"

Joey glared. "It's our decision whether or not we tell them, not yours."

Monica held her hands in surrender. "Fine, but I don't see why you're keeping it a secret."

Joey looked at Chandler, who was just leaning against the wall beside Monica's apartment door, grinning like an idiot. "What are you smirking about?"

"Oh, nothing," he said. "But I do agree with Monica."

Joey wore a shocked expression. "R-Really?"

Chandler smiled. "Yeah. I don't mind telling anyone about us. At first I was apprehensive because I was afraid of what they would think of you, but now I'm pretty sure that they'll be okay with it."

Joey walked over and pulled Chandler down for an intense kiss. Monica looked away at first, but when they didn't seem like they were going to stop, she smacked Joey on the back of the head, causing him smash his forehead into Chandler's. "Ow, Mon. Why'd you do that?" Joey asked as both the men cradled their heads in their hands.

"Because I really don't want you two groping each other outside my hallway! Ross and Rachel do that enough! The neighbors are going to think I run some kind of brothel in there!"

Chandler looked thoughtful. "You do have really large rooms, nice beds, nice furniture. And you never let us snoop around... Are you hiding chains in your closet? I bet you are. You and Richard look like you're into some pretty kinky shit."

Chandler laughed when she hit him in the shoulder. "Get inside right now!"

"Yes, Madame Monica," Chandler said before hiding behind Joey when she dove in to hit him again.

The three friends walked into the apartment, the two men ready to share their news. "Hey, guys?" Chandler called out. The others turned to him and he continued. "Joey and I have something to tell you."

"What's up, Chandler?" Rachel said.

"Well... You see... Joey and I... We, uh..." He scratched the back of his head, blushing when he couldn't find the right words.

"Joey and you what, Chandler?" Phoebe asked.

Yeah, Chandler," Joey said with a grin. "Joey and you what?"

Chandler glared at Joey, said man caving when he saw how difficult this explanation was. Joey silently apologized before taking over for the smaller man. "We have to tell you guys something important."

"We got that already," Ross said. "You can tell us, you know. The suspense is killing us!"

Everyone nodded their agreement, but let Joey continue. "Well, I'm not very good with words; that's Chandler's thing. I'm a man of action, so why don't I just show you?"

Chandler wasn't sure what Joey meant by that until he felt the man's lips on his own. His eyes widened in shock along with everyone else's before closing, letting him sink into Joey's protective embrace.

When they pulled apart, they enlaced their hands and stared into each other's eyes for just a moment, silently offering support for what could come, then turned to face their friends, hands still together.

"So, guys," Joey said. "Meet Chandler, my boyfriend."

Their friends were silent for just a moment before Phoebe shouted rather loudly. "Pay up, everyone! That's fifty bucks a piece!"

Ross, Rachel, and Monica sighed before pulling out their wallets and handing Phoebe the money.

"You all bet on us?" Chandler asked incredulously.

"Well, technically speaking, I bet on you. They bet against you." Phoebe said.

"How the Hell did you even lose, Monica? You've known since we got together, pretty much!" Chandler said, throwing his arms up.

"Hey, we've had this bet going for years!" She defended.

"Years?" Chandler and Joey said at the same time.

"Your pent up sexual tension has been driving us crazy for about that long," Rachel said. "None of us but Phoebe thought you'd ever admit it to each other."

"Okay, guys. Enough bet-talking," Monica said. "I've been waiting for almost two months to hear how this whole thing happened!"

"Oh, yeah, tell us everything," Rachel said.

Joey decided to sit on the only open spot on the couch while Chandler settled himself on the floor between Joey's legs. "Well," Joey started while running his hands through Chandler's hair, making the man lean into his caressing touch. "It started out in the hospital after Chandler woke up..."

Joey explained most of the situation, Chandler dozing off for the most part due to the ministrations from the man above him. Chandler jumped when Joey finished his story because the girls seemed to have a fit over something.

"You two are the most adorable thing I've ever seen!" Rachel practically squealed.

Phoebe nodded her approval but Monica rolled her eyes. "Please. You think they're adorable now, but wait until you accidentally catch them doing what I caught them doing..."

Phoebe's eyes lightened with a sort of mischief that Chandler wasn't sure he was comfortable with. Then, she asked, "How's the sex? I mean, we've all heard that Joey is good, but now we have a friend who will tell us!"

Chandler's mouth resembled a fish while Joey just laughed outright. By the time Chandler was blushing so hard his cheeks hurt, he blurted out, "N-Not that it's any of y-your business, but w-we haven't had sex!"

Though no one noticed, Joey smiled softly at Chandler. He's so cute.

"Really?" Phoebe asked. "I figured you of all people, Joey, would have jumped at the notion of sex."

Joey shook his head. "Nah. I seem to have a bad track record when I start out with sex. I'm trying something new with this one. Besides," Joey continued his ministrations in Chandler's hair when he realized he had stopped. "I think this one's a keeper. What do you guys think?"

The girls all nodded. That was when Chandler noticed Ross being unnaturally quiet. Suddenly he grew very uncomfortable. "Hey, Ross," Chandler started, trying to sound lighthearted. "You're being abnormally quiet over there. Are you okay?"

Ross stared at Chandler with an abnormally cold gaze. "Yeah, I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around my two best friends being gay."

Chandler glared, getting defensive of Joey. "Well, I already told you that I was bisexual and Joey doesn't exactly seem like the type to care about gender either, so I don't see what the big deal is here."

"The big deal?" Ross scoffed. "The big deal here is that it's just wrong, okay?"

"Ross!" Rachel yelled.

Joey shook his head. "It's okay, Rach. Let the man talk." Joey then turned back to Ross. "Why is it wrong, Ross? C'mon. Tell me. Give me a reason. You've seemed pretty okay with Carol and Susan."

"That's different," he defended. "They're raising my son. I'm keeping my mouth shut because it's to benefit my kid."

"Okay, why is it wrong, then?"

Joey's being really calm about this, Chandler thought. All Chandler wanted to do was curl in on himself until Ross left.

"Because it's disgusting." Ross said. "It's not natural."

"By whose standards is it not natural?" Joey said heatedly. There's the anger, Chandler thought.

"God's."

That was when Joey lost all control.

"Don't you dare bring God into this," he threatened. "God loves all His children, no matter what. God does not think anyone is 'unnatural' or that their actions are 'disgusting.' He created us all so that we could live here in harmony with all of His creations. He didn't send us here so we could be bigoted assholes."

"What do you know about God's Will?" Ross asked.

"I believe in God as much as the next Catholic."

Chandler was shocked by that, but he stayed quiet.

"God made me who I am. Yes, the Bible says being gay is wrong, but the Bible was written by men, not God. Yes, those men were chosen by God, but men are not perfect, therefore I refuse to believe that the Bible is flawless. So please, keep using the Bible as a reference to how me being Chandler is a sin. It'll definitely convince me."

Chandler, in a moment of either stupidity or insanity, laughed at Joey's obvious sarcasm and impressive use of vocabulary. This was probably not the best way to go because Ross tackled him to the floor from his position between Joey's legs and proceeded to try to beat the ever-living shit out of him.

"Ross! Stop this right now!" Rachel screamed, but he wasn't hearing any of it.

Ross got a few solid punches before Chandler and Joey managed to throw him off. The girls held Ross back, accidentally allowing Joey to deliver a solid punch to his nose. Something cracked underneath his fist and Joey felt a sickening joy from this. "If you lay a finger on Chandler again, I swear to God I will kill you, you understand me?"

Chandler, meanwhile, was holding his cheek and mouth between his hands. He was caught so off-guard that he didn't even have a chance to fight back. "Joey," he whispered. "Let's just go."

Joey saw the state his boyfriend was in and just nodded tiredly. "Alright, Chandler."

"Guys, I'm really sorry for ruining the night..." Chandler said, pointedly looking away from Ross as he walked out of the apartment and to his and Joey's.

"Let me take a look at you," Joey said after turning Chandler around to face him. The Italian could see two main bruises. One was on his cheek and the other was just below his lip. His bottom lip was bleeding as well. Joey was glaring, but Chandler knew it wasn't directed towards him.

"Now, now, Joey. Don't go over there and kill him. I think Rachel wants to keep him." He said, trying to joke. When he smiled, however, his lip opened a little more and he winced, making Joey's scowl deepen.

Joey went to the fridge and grabbed an ice pack Chandler used for work when he had to pack food. "Chandler, go sit on the chair over there, will you?"

Chandler nodded and went to sit down, Joey following him with the ice pack. Joey sat on the arm of the chair and held the pack to Chandler's lip and cheek. He winced at the cold, but other than that, Chandler stayed still. "Thank you, Joey."

Joey smiled. "Nah. It's nothing. I can hold this ice pack all day."

Chandler shook his head. "That's not what I meant. You defended me against Ross, our friend. I really appreciate it."

Joey's glare returned. "That asshole had it coming. Who does he think he his? I mean, who brings God and the Bible into it when he's trying to prove that loving someone is wrong? That's like bringing in a dictionary to find the definition of a word, seeing that your definition is wrong, then still trying to say that your definition is right! It's stupid! God doesn't hate anyone!"

Chandler chuckled. "You're really passionate about this, Joey. Is this something that's been on your mind for a while?"

Joey nodded. "I've given this a lot of thought ever since the moment I found out I wanted to be with you."

Chandler tried to ignore the fluttering in his stomach as he asked, "So, you're Catholic? How's that working out for you?"

Joey blushed. "Yeah, I'm Catholic. Why? Does it bother you?"

Chandler shook his head fervently. "No! Not at all! I just thought that was kind of strange, you know, being in a relationship with another man and how the Church views homosexuality."

Joey nodded. "I don't know. I kind of just do what feels right. Being with you feels right and so does believing in God." He shrugged. "I guess I never really thought of that being contradictive."

Chandler's brow furrowed. "Where the Hell did you learn all these words? 'Contradictive? Bigoted?' I don't even know how to take this! God, you're so hot," Chandler said. Then, his cheeks turned red upon realizing what he said.

Joey chuckled, then leaned over and kissed Chandler on the forehead. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Chandler blushed. "I'm really sorry, Joe."

"For what?"

"I'm pretty sure we lost a friend today, maybe more if Monica decides to side with her brother and if Rachel sides with her boyfriend."

Joey shook his head. "If they decide to side with Ross, then they weren't our friends in the first place."

"I wish I had your optimism."

Joey laughed. Then, there was a knock at the door. Joey let Chandler hold the ice pack while he went to answer it. Standing there were Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica. Joey put on his trademark smirk. "How you doin'?"

"Let us in right now, Joey!" Phoebe said, shoving passed the Italian and walking straight up to Chandler. "Chandler, I am so sorry!" Rachel said behind Phoebe.

Monica wasn't far behind either. "Yeah, I'm sorry my brother was an asshole. We made him leave. You can come back over if you want?"

Chandler's eyes widened. Then he shook his head. "No, you guys! You can't just shun Ross. Rachel, you love him. And Monica, he's your brother, for Christ's sake."

Rachel looked away. "I love him, but that doesn't excuse his actions." Monica nodded her approval.

Chandler sighed. "Thank you, guys. I really appreciate it." He smiled genuinely.

"Don't mention it," Rachel said. "He'll come around eventually. He's just being dumb."

Chandler nodded. "I hope so," he said, but he wasn't very optimistic.

Joey eventually shooed the girls out of the apartment, saying that he wanted to spend time with Chandler alone tonight. After they were out the door, Joey walked back over to Chandler. "Come on, babe. Let's go to bed."

Chandler glared. "I'm not tired." He said petulantly.

"You were falling asleep at Monica's earlier. Don't give me that."

Chandler rolled his eyes, then yawned. "Okay, fine. You win." He stood up and stretched, put the ice pack back in the fridge, then walked with Joey to his room. "Goodnight, Chandler," Joey said before placing a gentle kiss to Chandler's lips, careful of the cut on his bottom lip.

Chandler would never get used to the electricity that ran through him whenever Joey kissed him. He hoped he never did. "Goodnight, Joey."

A week went by before the two men saw Ross again. Chandler didn't know if he would ever see Ross again; he'd even talked to Dr. Curitan about his troubles, but the therapist could only say that Ross would have to figure out his feelings on his own.

Chandler was in the coffee shop with Monica; Joey had finally scheduled an audition at Chandler's insistence so the brunet needed someone to watch him, as was the stipulation of his release from the hospital. Ross walked in while Monica was in the restroom, leaving Chandler to sit there by himself when Ross came in and sat on the couch, not saying anything to Chandler, who was sitting in the arm chair. Chandler stared down at his knees, suddenly very uncomfortable. He didn't want to make Ross even angrier by saying something, so he just stayed quiet. He instead chewed on his bottom lip, wincing when his teeth grazed the healed yet still tender spot on his lip.

When Chandler dared to look up at Ross, he saw how bruised his nose was under the bandages. It was clearly broken. Before he could stop himself, he blurted, "I'm really sorry about your nose."

When Ross looked at him, Chandler looked down at his lap again and closed his eyes tightly, asking himself how he could be any more stupid.

Surprisingly enough, Ross' voice broke the silence. "It's okay. I kind of deserved it."

Chandler was shocked. So shocked, in fact, that he couldn't find the right words. Ross seemed to find them for him, however. "Chandler, I'm really sorry for what I said and for hitting you. I never should have done something like that. I didn't even mean what I said; I'm not very religious in the first place. I guess I just..." He shook his head. "Never mind. No amount of excuses can make up for what I did."

"Tell me why." Chandler said.

"Huh?"

"You were going to say something, but you said never mind. What was it?"

Ross nodded in understanding. "I was just gonna say that I guess I tried to take my feelings about Carol and Susan out on you. I mean, Carol was my wife and she left me for another woman. I guess I just thought that since you and Joey were together now that you would leave me too..."

Chandler shook his head. "We'd never do that, Ross. Not to you. You'd have to give us a pretty damn good reason to make us leave."

Ross sighed in relief. "How's Joey?"
Chandler smiled. "He's fine, though, you might want to stay away from him for a while," he said, his gaze changing to worried. "He hasn't been very happy with you. I can't even mention certain words that might pertain to you without him scowling."

Ross nodded. "I'll accept that. I did hit his boyfriend. I mean, I would be pretty pissed if someone hit Rachel."

"How are you and Rachel, by the way?"

Ross sighed again, this time in more of a frustrated tone. "She's not very happy with me. I don't think anyone is right now."

Chandler grinned. "I'll put in a good word for you, okay?"

Ross' eyes filled with sincere gratitude. "You'd do that?"

Chandler smiled and nodded. "Of course. You're one of my best friends."

Ross nodded. "I can't believe this..."

"Hmm?" Chandler questioned.

"I can't believe I was forgiven by the last person I thought would forgive me..."

Chandler's gaze softened considerably, his expression ghosting over haunted. "Sometimes wanting death puts a lot of things into perspective. You don't hold grudges because you want your goodbye to be a good one."

Before Ross could stop himself, he said, "I would rather you hate me for the rest of my life than what you're thinking."

Chandler was going to say something – he wasn't sure what, but words were coming – but then Monica came out and was just about to yell at Ross to get out when Chandler stopped her instead of voicing his thoughts to Ross. "Relax, Monica. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yeah. We talked. He apologized. We're good."

She looked like she didn't really understand, but she decided to trust Chandler's judgment. "Good luck convincing Joey, Ross. He won't be as nice as Chandler." She scoffed.

Ross sighed. "I know..."

Eventually, Chandler went back to the apartment after saying Joey would be home any minute. He went to open the door only to see that Joey was already there. "Hey, Joey! How'd the audition go?"

Joey jumped, hitting his forehead on the door. "Son of a bitch!"

Chandler laughed. "Sorry, Joey. I didn't mean to scare you."

Joey turned to Chandler, grabbing him by the waist and pulling him towards him. "Kiss it and make it better?" Joey asked with a grin.

Chandler smiled. "Sure." He kissed Joey's forehead softly.

"Ugh, get a room. Your lovesickness is going to kill me."

Chandler and Joey turned to see Monica coming up the stairs. "Yeah, yeah, okay, Miss "Richard is so great and I can't shut up about him." I'm going to take my happiness and milk it for all it's worth." Joey smirked and Chandler blushed at the very suggestive and unintentional handjob innuendo. "And that completely came out wrong." Chandler said.

"Please take your milking somewhere else. I really don't want to see that." Monica said.

"Oh, but I do," Joey said, kissing Chandler passionately while dragging him into their apartment. Upon shutting the door, Chandler was roughly pushed against it by Joey before his lips were attacked by the Italian's. "I missed you," Joey said in between heated touches and frantic thoughts.

Chandler gasped when Joey once again had his arms pinned above his head; the man seemed to have a thing for this kind of thing, not that he was complaining. "If you missing me was going to get – ah! – me this reaction, I would've let you audition – fuck! – a while ago." Chandler could barely process a whole sentence with the way Joey's free hand that wasn't binding his wrists was roaming under his t-shirt and the way his knee was offering delicious friction on his already throbbing erection.

Joey trailed his lips down to where Chandler's neck connected with his shoulder and, without hesitation, bit down, causing Chandler to cry out in the most obscene manner that had Joey moaning against the bite mark as he worried it with his tongue. "Jesus, Joe. You some kind of vampire?"

Joey breathed a laugh. "I'm much more than that, Chandler."

The brunet pressed his lips firmly against the Italian's before saying, "Then show me."

Joey grabbed Chandler by the hand and pulled him into the man's bedroom. The Italian pushed Chandler down onto the bed where he climbed on top of him and continued his exploration of his boyfriend's lean body. He pulled at the shirt Chandler was wearing until he got it off of him, careful of the bandages covering the man's stitches in his hand when the sleeve brushed against it.

Joey took a moment to admire the man beneath him. His skin was flushed and his bruised lips were parted ever so slightly. When he found Joey staring at him, his cheeks tinted to a deep red.

As Joey kissed him softly and poured his soul into it, he decided on a goal. Tonight, he was going to make this man come undone. He was going to make Chandler forget about everything but themselves, here and now. The larger man traveled tender kisses down the man's torso, making him squirm and bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out. When the man above him latched on to a nipple, Chandler moaned loudly, then blushed furiously before trying to reign in his cries of pleasure, small whimpers escaping while Joey did things with his tongue with the precision of an expert. In an encouraging manner, Joey said, "Don't hold back, babe. I want to hear you."

Joey took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room before working on undoing Chandler's jeans. He had just pulled them off and tossed them when he heard the tell-tale noise of someone knocking on their front door. Joey growled low. "Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

Chandler chuckled at Joey's anger. "I can go answer it?"

"No," Joey said. "Leave them. They'll go away if we don't answer."

Chandler nodded and they went back to their activities. Joey was about to take his own jeans off when another knock resounded through the apartment.

By now, Chandler was laughing outright as he watched Joey leave the room on a mission to murder the person at the front door. Chandler got up and went to make sure that didn't happen, but not before grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it over his head.

Though, he thought with a chuckle. The headlines of that article would be hilarious. 'Man Murders Someone Knocking at Front Door Because They Interrupted Sex with His Boyfriend.'

When Joey opened the door, however, Chandler thought that maybe his headline might actually come true.

"Ross, get the hell out of my doorway or I swear to God that you won't live to see tomorrow," Joey threatened.

"Joey, just hear me out." Ross begged.

"I don't want to hear you out. Get the fuck out of my doorway." He said through gritted teeth.

Chandler decided to intervene. "Hey, Joe. Come on. Hear him out."

Joey stared back at Chandler like he had just grown two more heads. "You're siding with him?"

Chandler nodded. "Yeah, I am." Then, he leaned close to Joey and whispered so that only he could hear him. "Besides, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can go back to bed, hmm?" The man waggled his eyebrows at the Italian, who nodded in understanding.

Joey invited Ross into the apartment, but he still didn't allow him anywhere near Chandler, which the man respected. "Look, Joey. I'm really sorry. My actions were uncalled for."

Ross then explained to Joey what he explained to Chandler earlier in the day. For once, Joey was being reasonable and was listening to Ross explain himself. He even apologized for breaking the man's nose. "I deserved it," Ross said simply. "I told Chandler earlier that if someone hurt Rachel, I think I would go crazy."

Joey nodded, then realized, "Wait, you spoke to Chandler earlier?"

Chandler smiled innocently. "He apologized. Nothing happened. If you don't believe me, ask Monica. She was there."

Joey nodded before turning back to Ross. "Listen, man. I'm sorry for breaking your nose, but I can't honestly forgive you for hitting Chandler. That's up to him. If he decides to forgive you then I'll let it go; I'm not one to hold grudges. But if he forgives you and you pull that shit again, I'll never let it slide again, you got me?"

Ross swallowed heavily in a way that made Chandler feel bad for him. It was so weird for Chandler to see Joey so angry and serious with another individual, especially someone he considered his friend. "Yeah, Joey. I understand."

He clapped him on the shoulder. "Good. Now please. I really need you to leave. I have some... unfinished business to take care of with Chandler."

Ross – God bless him – had a look of confusion on his face before turning to Chandler. "What's he talking about?" He studied his friend for a moment before asking, "Chandler, isn't that Joey's shirt?"

Chandler looked down at himself before blushing at the realization that yes, this was Joey's shirt. Chandler watched as a slow realization of both of his friends' state of undress. Chandler was in Joey's shirt and his boxers while Joey was simply wearing a pair of jeans. Ross stood up abruptly and swiftly walked to the door, his face bright red and mumbling, "I'll see you guys later," before walking out.

"I swear to God, if one more Geller comes through that door and interrupts the master at work again, I'm going to scream," Joey grumbled.

Chandler was trying not to laugh, but he couldn't help it. "There should be a thing for this. We'll call it 'pulling a Geller.' Do you think it runs in the family? Do you think Ben will interrupt his friends' sex lives when he's older? Maybe Monica's children will have it. What side of the family does it run on?"

"I don't know," Joey said pensively. "Maybe when their parents had them, their genes joined to create the 'pulling a Geller' gene. It could just be Monica and Ross' thing." Joey then laughed at his and Chandler's analytics before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up and into his arms, Chandler following willingly. "So, I think I'm going to continue where I left off. What do you think?"

Chandler smirked, though his reddened cheeks gave way to his shyness. "I don't know, Joey. Maybe the moment's gone?"

"Then let's go chase it."

Joey and Chandler returned to Chandler's room, the smaller man falling on his back with a laugh as Joey climbed on top of him, mumbling, "I already took this shirt off once. I better not have to do it again."

"If we have to get up again, will it make you feel better if I grab my shirt? That way you won't have to take off this one again. It's around here somewhere."

Joey growled low. "No. You look good in my clothes. Though, I bet you'll look even better with nothing on at all."

Chandler was going to make a comment about cheesiness, but the comment turned into a groan when Joey wasted no time in dragging his teeth over his already sensitive nipples. Chandler dug his blunt nails into Joey's shoulder which only cheered the man on further. "Joe..." Chandler groaned out slowly.

Joey's mouth travelled down further until his face was hovering just over the tent in Chandler's boxers. He sat up for a moment and wrapped his fingers around the elastic of Chandler's boxers before removing them completely.

He couldn't even stop himself from gazing at the man beneath him. He was skinny, but since he had been eating regularly, he had put on a healthy amount of weight. His eyes travelled further down to his erection jutting out proudly between his legs. Chandler was smaller than Joey, but he was still above average. If girls knew what Chandler was packing, they wouldn't be so quick to judge him. That must be why Janice always came back.

Joey shook his thoughts of Chandler being with other women, knowing that the man before him was his. "You're so beautiful, Chandler," Joey said. He didn't even give Chandler a chance to say anything before he was wrapping a calloused hand around his cock and giving a slow stroke.

"Joey!" Chandler moaned. "Joey, oh God."

Chandler gripped the sheets on either side of him as his hips thrust into Joey's moving hand. With the other hand, Joey started to unbutton his own jeans, trying to relieve the tightness. He released Chandler's dick, causing him to whimper slightly while Joey completely removed his pants, revealing that he wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Huh," Chandler breathed. "It's true. You really don't wear underwear."

Joey settled his naked form over Chandler's. "I don't see you complaining."

Chandler wanted to say that no, he wasn't complaining, but he went silent when Joey pressed his lips over his, their erections brushing against each other in their movements.

"Have you ever been with a man before, Chandler?" Joey asked, his voice taking on a husky tone.

Chandler shook his head, his flushed form shivering when Joey gripped both of their erections together in a large palm and began to stroke. "Joey, Joey please," Chandler begged, though he wasn't quite sure why.

Joey delved his tongue into Chandler's mouth when he gasped at a particularly rough grip to his dick, making sure the man knew how he felt through the kiss. He was going to be the first man Chandler had been with. This turned him on like nothing else. The hopeful thought that he wanted to be the only man that ever touched Chandler like this again drove him to another passionate, possessive kiss. He used one hand to dig through Chandler's bedside table, praying that Chandler was as predictable as he was, when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out the bottle of lube before pulling away from Chandler to slick his fingers. "Is this okay?" Joey asked, not wanting to do something Chandler didn't want to do.

The smaller man answered by spreading his legs and saying, "I wouldn't be naked with you in bed if it wasn't, Joey."

Joey nodded, then pressed a finger inside of Chandler. Chandler gasped at the cold intrusion, but forced himself to still and get used to the intrusion. When Joey deemed Chandler used to the first finger, he added a second, then a third.

It was amazing to see the expressions cross across Chandler's face. Whenever he inserted a finger, his eyes would close tightly and he felt the man resist, but he would force himself to relax. That would be when Joey would move his fingers in an alternating motion of thrusting and scissoring, making Chandler whimper and moan. Then, when the man truly got used to the intrusion, his eyes would open and he'd stare right at Joey like he was the only person in the world that could hold him together.

When he inserted the third finger, Joey adjusted just slightly, brushing over that bundle of nerves, making Chandler downright scream out Joey's name. "Oh, fuck, Joey! Do that again, fuck!"

Joey happily obliged, moving his fingers against his prostate until Chandler was quaking and his cock was leaking precum. Joey was so lost in Chandler's cries of pleasure that he was surprised when Chandler gripped his arm in a death vice, stopping him. At Joey's questioning gaze, Chandler said, "This is going to be over a lot sooner if you don't stop that."

Joey nodded, then pulled his fingers out of Chandler, causing him to whimper. He then lubed his cock, hissing at the cold before lining himself up at Chandler's entrance. "Are you ready?"

Chandler glared at Joey like he was crazy. Beyond the point of embarrassment and sexual frustration, Chandler said lowly, "If you don't put your dick inside me right now, I swear to God I will murder you."

Joey, not one to deny Chandler, smirked, then pressed the head of his cock inside of Chandler for the first time. "Fuck, Chandler," Joey gasped as he fully sheathed himself inside of his lover. "You're tight as fuck."

Joey had thoroughly prepped Chandler, but Joey was nowhere near small, so it still hurt. He breathed through it and forced himself to relax around Joey's cock, marveling that it had fit inside of him in the first place.

Joey stayed still, partly not wanting to hurt Chandler and partly because if he moved right now he might just come. He waited for Chandler to open his eyes and look at him before he began to move. Chandler's pupil-blown eyes staring at him with complete trust and love and the intimate connection between them had a warmth spreading through his heart.

Chandler wrapped his legs around Joey as he began to pick up the pace. To keep himself from hitting the headboard, Chandler gripped the bars of his bedframe tightly to offer a bit of resistance to Joey's hard thrusts. Chandler was crying out Joey's name in wild abandon when Joey gripped his hips tightly and changed the angle. Joey's name slowly became a slur of moans and swearing as he slammed into Chandler's prostate with each thrust.

Joey watched Chandler with fascination. The way the man could bend in this position gave a whole new meaning to the word 'flexibility.' He watched as his movements became less rhythmic as he reached his impending orgasm. Meanwhile, Chandler wanted to grip his cock to bring himself over the edge, but Joey beat him to it. Chandler was gripping the headboard with white fists, his back arching in an impossible way as he tried to take Joey impossibly deeper. He felt like he was being torn apart and Joey was the one ripping him to pieces and holding him together at the same time. He listened as Joey moaned his name as his pistoned his hips into Chandler and jerked him off to the same rhythm as his thrusts. He came with a final, loud cry of Joey's name when the man gave a particularly rough thrust into his prostate at the same time he moved his thumb over the head of his cock.

As Chandler contracted around him, Joey thrust in a few more times before he buried himself as far as he could inside of Chandler, reveling as those white flecks covered his vision from the hardest orgasm of his life. He groaned out Chandler's name as he filled him, then pressed his lips over Chandler's, drinking in the whimper that escaped the man when he pulled out.

Joey grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and cleaned off their stomachs from Chandler's cum before tossing it and pulling the man's head into the crook of his neck. Chandler wrapped his arms around Joey, pressing his tired body flush against Joey's own. Joey pressed a kiss to Chandler's sweaty forehead before pulling the covers over their naked bodies and closing his eyes. There were no words needed. At this moment, all they needed to know was the person lying right next to them.

Chandler fell asleep first, giving Joey a fleeting moment to watch him sleep before he succumbed to his exhaustion. He knew Chandler couldn't hear him, but he couldn't help but whisper sweet words against Chandler's ear.

And if a few whispers of 'I love you' escaped his lips, well, Chandler wasn't able to hear him anyways.