The next morning, Joey woke up to a groan coming from Chandler. He turned over only to see Chandler trying to sit up, only to fail because he was in some sort of pain. "Chandler?" Joey called, his voice raspy from lack of use. "Are you okay?"

Chandler glared at Joey through his struggles as if he was the reason for all of his troubles. "Oh, yeah. I'm just fine, Joey. Just remind me the next time you decide to have sex five times in one night to never agree to that again!"

Joey smirked devilishly. "You weren't complaining last night. In fact, I specifically remember you encouraging me to 'keep going' and 'don't stop.'"

"Well, that was before I realized my ass can in fact be overexerted."

"We'll just have to work you out until you have more endurance. You see? I'm helping you here by pushing your limits."

"Says the man who gets regular sex by 'pushing my limits.'"

Joey chuckled and scooted closer to his pouting boyfriend and pulled him close, careful to not hurt him further. He kissed him on the forehead before saying, "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'll go get a bath running, okay? The hot water will help."

Chandler nodded before leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on Joey's lips. "Thank you."

Joey smiled and stood, pulling on a pair of shorts while ignoring Chandler blatantly ogling at him, then ran some water into the tub in the bathroom. He helped Chandler get into the tub even though the man complained the whole time. "I can do it myself!" He mumbled petulantly, but Joey still helped him because he was a good boyfriend. Plus, he did feel kind of guilty for being the reason Chandler was so sore.

While Chandler was in the tub, he walked over to the girls' apartment to ask them a question that had been on his mind since the therapy appointment. He, of course, changed into a more appropriate outfit than a pair of shorts and no underwear before heading over there.

"Hey, Joey," Rachel greeted. "What's up?"

"Can I talk to you and Monica for a moment?"

Rachel nodded, looking worried. "Phoebe is here, too. Do you want to talk to her as well?"

Joey nodded. This was perfect. He could ask them all at once. "Yeah. That'll actually work out great for me."

They all walked over to Monica's table and sat down, each one staring at Joey worriedly. "What's going on, Joe? Is everything okay?" Monica asked.

Joey nodded. "Yeah, everything's great. I just... I wanted to ask you girls something, since it's only right, and I would really like your opinion."

"Well, spit it out, Joey! It must be something good if you're this nervous."

"Hey! I'm not nervous!" Joey defended. At the girls' expression, Joey sighed. "Okay, maybe I am. But this is a huge deal. I don't want to screw this up." Joey ran a hand through his hair. Time to face the music. "I want to ask Chandler to marry me."

Three gasps followed by three high-pitched squeals followed Joey's exclamation. "Oh my God!" Phoebe said. "This is... This is amazing!"

"I know!" Monica cried out excitedly.

"Do you know when you're gonna do it, Joe? Do you know how?"

Joey shook his head. "That's what one of the reasons I came over here. I wanted to see what you guys might like if it happened to you. I also... I also wanted to make sure you were okay with this."

Rachel hit Joey on the shoulder. "Of course we're okay with this! Don't think that anymore. I'm throwing that thought out the window."

Joey laughed. He should have known. "Yes, ma'am."

"What kinds of things does Chandler like? Is he the type who likes grand gestures?" Phoebe asked.

Joey thought about their first date at the cabaret and the rose then shook his head. "Chandler likes things that I put a lot of thought into. He loves anything that I get for him when he knows I really thought about him."

Three "awes" could be heard around the room. "Then there's your answer. You propose to him in a way that he would appreciate." Rachel explained. "So, did you get him a ring?"

Joey shook his head. "Not yet, but I've got an appointment with a guy. Don't you dare tell Chandler, okay? I better not get even an inkling that he's suspicious!"

The three nodded quickly. "We're not good a keeping secrets, but that's when we have no one to talk about it with! We have each other to talk about it. Oh God, this is so exciting!"

Joey smiled at his friends. "Thank you, guys. You've all been so supportive. I really appreciate it."

"Are you gonna tell Ross?" Rachel ventured.

Joey sighed. "Yeah, I guess I should, huh? As much as he pissed me off, he's still my friend as well as Chandler's."

Rachel smiled. "He'll be excited. I promise."

"What about your parents? Do either of you guys' parents know about you two?"

Joey blinked. "Uh..."

Phoebe clapped enthusiastically. "This is perfect! It's the holidays, Joey! You and Chandler can go spend time with your families and tell them about you two!"

Joey shrugged, not sure if that was a good idea considering Chandler's dislike of his parents and Joey's very Catholic parents. "Yeah, maybe." He got up and stretched, feeling relieved that the girls were so happy for him. "I think Chandler is getting out of the bathroom soon, so I gotta go. Can't miss the chance to see him naked!"

He laughed and ran when the girls cringed at the thought of their friend naked. Once in the apartment, he could hear the phone ringing. He went over to answer it. "Hello?"

"Joey? Is that you?" A familiar voice answered.

"Mom! Hey!"

"Hello, Joey. How are you?"

Joey smiled even though she couldn't see him. "I'm great. I'm getting ready to head out to the... to the store." He didn't mention that the store was a ring shop.

"Oh, okay. I won't keep you for long. How is your friend, Chandler?"

Joey's smile only grew. "He's wonderful, Mom."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone before his mother said something that Joey took as a sign from God. "How would you and Chandler feel about coming here for Christmas? Your father and I would love to see you."

Joey wondered if Phoebe was actually psychic before answering with, "Yeah, Mom. I'd have to talk to Chandler about it, but I'm sure he'd be okay with it."

"Okay, dear. Tell Chandler I said hello, okay?"

"I will. I love you."

"Love you, too."

After hanging up, Chandler was standing in the doorway with nothing but a towel on, staring at Joey with a raised brow. "I hope she's pretty," Chandler joked, knowing who was on the other line. Their phone speaker was rather loud.

Joey didn't hear the joking tone in Chandler's voice, however, and panicked. "No! Chandler, babe. No, that... That was my mother! I swear!"

Chandler laughed. "I know. I heard." At Joey's questioning gaze, he simply shrugged and said, "Loud phone, remember?"

Joey mouth the word 'oh,' then walked over to his boyfriend, placing a lazy kiss on his lips. "So, my parents want us to come see them over the holidays."

Chandler blinked. "Both of us?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah. Mom was asking about you. I think she likes you."

Chandler laughed, though Joey could hear the small amount of nervousness in him. "Do you... Do you want to tell them about us?"

Joey shrugged. "At first I didn't want to because, you know, they're Catholic, but then I realized who it was that told me all those things about being gay and the Bible. I know they'll be accepting. They'll see that I love you."

Chandler smiled softly. "Well, then, I guess we're gonna be going to the Tribbiani residence for Christmas."

Joey kissed him happily. "Thank you, Chandler. You're the best."

"And don't ever forget it."

When Christmas Eve rolled around, Chandler found himself sitting in the car with Joey driving to Joey's parents' house, scared out of his wits. He didn't say anything, but he was pretty sure Joey knew he was nervous. Usually, Joey would tell him to calm down, but Chandler knew that, judging by the way he gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles, he was nervous as well.

They pulled up to the house, seeing several women – Joey's sisters – come out and greet Joey with hugs and kisses to the cheek. Chandler watched the sight with a grin. Joey turned to him as he was being practically dragged into the house by his siblings, returning the smile with a big one of his own. Thinking no one was watching him, he mouthed the words, 'I love you' to Chandler before turning around to greet his mother, Chandler following not far behind.

What he didn't know was that Joey's mother watched the whole scene, a knowing smile gracing her aged features.

"Hello, Chandler," she greeted. "It's so good to see you."

"Hello, Mrs. Tribbiani." He said, wrapping her in a hug.

"Now, now. Don't go calling me that. You're family here. Call me Mom. Or Gloria. Whichever you prefer."

Chandler smiled such a blinding smile that had Joey wanting to kiss him. "Hey, Mom," Joey called. "Where's Dad?"

"Right here, kid."

Joey turned to see his father coming down the stairs. "Dad! Hey!" He went over and hugged his father.

As the father and son chatted enthusiastically, Chandler gulped, his nervousness spiking. When Gloria noticed this, she leaned over to him and whispered, "The Tribbiani men are quite striking, aren't they?"

Chandler laughed. "Yeah, no kidding." Gloria watched as Chandler's eyebrows shot to his hairline. "I... I uhh..."

Gloria just smiled. "No need to explain yourself to me. I heard the way Joey talked about you over the phone and the way he looked at you out in the driveway. That alone was enough for me to know that you make him happy."

"You knew even before we got here?" Chandler asked.

"A mother knows a lot about her son, including when he's in love with someone."

Chandler blushed.

"So what made you decide to date my son?"

Chandler stared down at his feet, a shy smile on his face. "I've... I've been going through some things lately – it's kind of hard to talk about – but Joey is the one who has stuck by me every step of the way. He's carried me through everything." He looked up at Joey, who felt him staring and smiled at him. Chandler smiled back. "He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. Without him, I wouldn't be here."

Gloria nodded. "You really love him, don't you?"

Chandler smiled in a way that made him look distant. "So much that sometimes it scares me."

They all eventually moved to the living room where they sat together and chatted about the various happenings in their lives. Chandler felt a little awkward at first, but eventually he opened up, laughing along with the rest of them.

At some point, Chandler and Joey exchanged a glance, silently resigning themselves to tell the family about their relationship. "Hey, Mom, Dad?"

"Yes, Joey? What's the matter?" Mr. Tribbiani asked.

"Chandler and I have something to tell you all," Joey said. "One of the reasons we came here was to, well, tell you all that we're..." He trailed off and looked away, nervousness overwhelming him for a moment. Chandler patted his knee supportively, making him look up. He couldn't look away from Chandler's completely open and trusting expression even as he said to his parents, "Chandler and I are together. We've been together for almost three months now."

The room was suddenly silent. Even his sisters waited patiently for their father's word. Joey turned to his father, ready to face whatever his father and mother had to say.

"Do you love him?" Mr. Tribbiani ventured.

Joey nodded. "More than I can explain sometimes."

His father turned to Chandler. "Do you love him?"

"I can't imagine my life without him." Chandler replied.

Mr. Tribbiani nodded before turning back to his son. "Don't screw it up, kid. That one's a keeper if he puts up with your bullshit."
"Hey!" Joey protested.

Chandler chuckled, relief washing over him in one huge wave. "Nah, it's not that hard. I think we put up with each other."

"Don't lie, boy. He's a handful and I know you know that."

Chandler smirked when Joey turned to him. "Yeah, don't worry. I know."

"You're all conspiring against me! Stop that!"

One of Joey's sisters decided to ask Joey a question. "So, Joey. How'd you manage to get someone stupid enough to love you?" She teased. Joey glared.

"What she's trying to say is," one of the other sisters began after she elbowed the other girl in the side. "How did you guys get together? You've been roommates and best friends for a long time. What made you guys decide you wanted something more?"

Joey faced Chandler with a serious expression. "Something happened that made me realize I couldn't live another day without telling him how I feel."

"What happened? C'mon! Details!"

Joey glared at his sister. "That's not really my place to say."

Chandler patted Joey on the shoulder. "It's okay, Joe," he took a deep, shaky breath before speaking. Tyler had told him that talking to others about what happened will not only help him move on, but might help others as well. "I tried to commit suicide in early October. Joey was the one that found me on the floor, unconscious." The room was silent as Chandler continued. "He's been helping me get through all of this. He's taken me to the psychiatrist, the therapist, drove me to the pharmacy every time I need a refill on antidepressants. Joey has been there for me every step of the way. Without him, I don't think that I would be here right now.

"He's listened to me make crude jokes about killing myself, which I know tore him apart. Looking back, I guess I was trying to push him away, make him see me how I saw myself. I didn't believe I deserved to live, but Joey never once wavered from placing me on that high pedestal. He sees me in a light that I don't really understand and has given me a new appreciation of life."

"Do you still think you don't deserve to live?" Gloria asked hesitantly.

Chandler stared at Joey, eyes shining with hope and love. In that moment, he was conflicted. He didn't think he deserved to live, but did that equate to not wanting to live? Three months ago, he might have answered that question with a non-hesitated yes. Now, however, he wasn't entirely certain that deserving to live and wanting to live were the same thing. With a shaky voice and a gaze never breaking from Joey's, he replied with, "I'll have to get back to you on that."

Joey's heart skipped a beat, hope overflowing. He knew the significance of this. Chandler may not fully think he deserved to live, but his uncertainty just showed to Joey that he was trying to find a reason to make him think otherwise. Chandler was fighting.

There was silence for a while before Chandler turned away and said, "So, now that you know about my depressing life, what's going on with you all?"

The Tribbianis knew a change-the-subject tactic when they heard one, so they continued on, talking about everything under the sun and never once asked him anything else about his condition, which Chandler was immensely grateful for.

That night, Joey and Chandler were in the guest room – Joey's former room. Chandler was straddling Joey while he kissed him. As Joey deepened the kiss by delving his tongue passed Chandler's lips, his hands began to wander. He grabbed roughly at Chandler's ass, earning him a whimper which he captured between his lips.

Chandler suddenly pulled away from him, making Joey wonder if he did something wrong. "Chandler?"

"We are so not doing this in your parents' house!"

Joey smirked before climbing on top of his boyfriend and pinning him to the mattress. "They never seemed to care in high school. Why would they care now, especially when I actually care about you?"

Chandler glared, but Joey could see his vigilance wavering. "I don't know, but it's... It's just not right! Would you have sex with me in my mother's house? Or my father's house?"

Joey shrugged. "I doubt your father would care, but I've never met him. Your mom might but, then again, I don't know her either."

"Let's keep it that way." Chandler muttered.

"Can we stop talking about parents and get back to me trying to convince you to have sex with me?"

"No, Joey! Absolutely not! We are not having sex here! That is final!"

Ten minutes later, Chandler and Joey were completely naked, Joey lying on the bed and Chandler about to set himself on Joey's cock. A couple of years ago, he might have never believed that he would allow himself to have sex with a man – let alone with Joey. A couple of years ago, he was so far in the closet that he wouldn't even allow jokes to be made about his sexuality. The old Chandler probably wouldn't even think about sex with a man and, even if he did humor the idea, he would probably picture himself on top. Right now, however, he would definitely admit to liking being on bottom. In fact, he preferred it. Yes, he'd topped a few times with Joey, but both of them admitted to themselves and to each other that they preferred the opposite position. For Chandler, there was just something about letting someone else take control that thrilled him. He assumed for Joey that it was the opposite. He was pretty sure the Italian liked to control the pace in bed.

And, hey, you can't blame a man for doing what he likes.

Joey gripped Chandler's hips in a tight grip as he felt himself engulfed by Chandler's tight heat. "Jesus, Chandler," he gasped. "We have sex all the time. How are you so fucking tight all the time?"

Chandler could only bite his bottom lip to keep from moaning loudly as he began to move his hips in a slow, steady rhythm. Joey loved it when they were in this position. He could watch Chandler's every expression, see the way his mouth parted to gasp for air, the way his eyes would close tightly before opening wide to reveal dilated pupils whenever he would move just right. He loved to feel the way Chandler's hips could move in ways that should be sinful, the way Chandler's hands would roam across his chest before gripping tightly at the sheets and, when Joey decided that Chandler had tortured him enough with his purposefully slow pace, he would thrust into him with abandon.

Chandler moved down so that he could kiss Joey with open mouthed kisses, his hips still moving. Eventually, Joey gripped Chandler's hips tightly so that he could thrust up into the man above him. Chandler pressed his head into the crook of Joey's neck, whimpers escaping him as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure. Joey seized this opportunity to kiss and suck at Chandler's neck, said man groaning into his ear but still too embarrassed to give in entirely. He wasn't sure how the brunet managed to be cute during sex, but Chandler never ceased to amaze him. "Don't hold back on me now, babe," he gasped out.

Chandler sat up enough so that he could glare at Joey, silently asking him, 'are you stupid?'

Joey just took that as a challenge. He pushed Chandler back, said man surprised to see their sudden change in positions. Joey hiked Chandler's legs over his shoulders before thrusting inside of his lover's already abused hole as hard as he could, slamming into his prostate on the first thrust. Chandler cried out loudly before covering his mouth with his hands. "Oh, no you don't," Joey said before gripping both of the man's wrists and pinning them above his head.

He had to give it to Chandler; the man could hold back like a pro. However, Joey knew every part of Chandler's body, knew every part that would make him scream. Not many people knew this about Chandler – and he hoped no one else would ever find out – but the man had a sensitive spot behind his ear that, when you grazed your teeth over it, he would lose all control. Joey used this knowledge to his advantage, grazing his teeth along that sensitive spot, receiving the response he knew he would get.

"Oh, God, Joey! Fuck! Don't stop!" Chandler cried out before giving a loud, drawn-out moan.

Joey smirked, then continued slamming into Chandler so hard that the bed shook. Chandler screamed a mantra of Joey's name, gripping his arms until Joey felt pain, but it only made him continue. As Chandler got close, his cries turned more high-pitched as he let Joey slowly push him over the edge. "Joey, Joey! Oh, fuck!"

Joey gave one heavy thrust against Chandler's prostate and then it was over for the man beneath him. Chandler cried out Joey's name at the top of his lungs as Joey slammed into him a few more times before he came deep inside of him with a low moan of, "Chandler."

They stayed connected in the most intimate of ways before Chandler moved his legs off of Joey's shoulders allowing him to pull out. Joey stayed atop Chandler for a moment, leaning down to claim those wonderful lips before finally sliding down beside Chandler.

As they came down from their post-coital high, Chandler scooted close to Joey, ignoring the feel of Joey's cum in his ass, before mumbling tiredly against his chest, "I'm not explaining that to anyone, you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard you, alright," Joey laughed, eyes still closed. Chandler just grumbled before promptly losing his battle against sleep.

"I love you," Chandler mumbled.

"I love you, too. Go to sleep."

"M'kay..." Chandler whispered before finally dozing off.

Joey tried to, but he just couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes to stare at the sleeping man who would hopefully one day become his husband. He wanted that more than he'd wanted anything in his life. He watched Chandler sleep for what felt like forever that night. He watched the way Chandler's mouth would move in his sleep. That was one of the many things Joey loved about Chandler. Most people's eyes would move when they slept, however, Chandler's mouth would move to signal an emotion. Right now, his mouth was in a slight pout, signaling that his dreams were headed somewhere unpleasant. Joey was right; eventually Chandler's mouth opened just slightly to let out a slight whimper.

This happened sometimes. It didn't happen as much as it used to, but every now and then, Chandler would have a nightmare that would get him in a panic within his sleep. Every time Joey saw him having a nightmare, he would do the same thing to calm him down. Leaning close to him, he whispered in Chandler's ear, "I'm right here, baby. You don't have to face this alone. I'm with you always. I love you." He then placed a kiss to the shell of his ear. Without fail, Chandler calmed down, his breathing evening out and his expression changing to one of dreamless sleep.

Joey decided to get out of bed, suddenly needing to move around. He grabbed his pants and his shirt off the floor before walking downstairs, only to see both his parents on the couch, passed out. He smiled, remembering seeing small things like this when he was a kid. He started to head to the kitchen, but stubbed his toe loudly in the process. "Shit!"

He tried to cover his outburst, but it woke his parents up anyways. "Joey, what're you doing up?" His mother called sleepily.

Joey sighed in relief. Thank God. His parents didn't hear him and Chandler. "I was getting something to drink."

His father nodded. "Go get something for us, too. Will you?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah, no problem."

He came back to the living room with three glasses of water and sat down on the armchair. He just sipped his water in silence before saying out of the blue, "I'm gonna marry him."

Both of his parents smiled. "What makes you say that?" His mother asked.

"Well, for starters, the ring is well-hidden at home."

Two sets of shocked eyes stared at him. "You're really serious about this," his father said as more of a statement than a question.

Joey nodded. Suddenly, a wave of emotion came over him. "Mom, Dad, I... I've never loved someone so much and so hard in my life. I knew love was possible, but I never dreamed that I could love someone this much. Sometimes I can't breathe when I think about him and what he means to me." He sighed shakily, his eyes filling with tears. "I was the one that found him when he swallowed all those pills. I... I thought I lost him." He laughed, but no trace of humor could be found in his voice. "You know, I wouldn't let the paramedics take him right away, even when I knew he was still alive. I was just so sure he was going to die that I didn't... I didn't want him to die in the back of an ambulance, you know?"

Joey's parents motioned for him to sit between them both. When he sat down, his mother wrapped her arms around him. "He'll be okay, Joey," she said. "He's stubborn, yes, but if you stay dedicated to proving him wrong, he'll see that life means something."

Joey lost it then. He had done his hardest to not cry. He wanted to be the strong one for everyone – for Chandler – but now that he was here with his parents, he completely broke down. "I don't know if I could handle it if he tried to kill himself again. I was distraught the first time, but now? Now, I don't know if I could keep going if he tried again. I can't even think about what I would do if he succeeded."

"Then don't let it get that far. Don't let him get to that point again." His father said, a surprising amount of seriousness in his comforting tone. "You may not have seen it coming the first time, but now you know what to look for. Let him know every day that he means something to you."

Joey nodded against his mother's shoulder, feeling the wetness of her shirt from his tears. He sat up and kissed his mother's cheek, then turned and hugged his father. "Thank you. I don't know where I'd be without you guys."

"We're your parents. We'll always be here." His mother encouraged. "Now go back to bed before our future son-in-law wonders where you wandered off to."

Joey smiled at his parents' acceptance. "Okay. Love you."

"Love you, too, kid."

Joey went back upstairs and into their bedroom to find that Chandler had managed something spectacular. Somehow, in the small time he was downstairs, the man had managed to pull the sheets completely off the bed and entangle himself in them. Joey chuckled softly before crawling into bed, pulling his sheet-tangled boyfriend into his arms, promptly falling asleep to the steady sound of his breathing.

The next morning was Christmas. Joey was excited, but he was more excited to see if Chandler would like his gift. It was something simple, so he just didn't know if Chandler would appreciate it.

He watched as Chandler's eyes struggled to open before finally focusing on Joey's in a lazy manner. "G'mornin', Joe."

Joey placed a soft, lingering kiss to his boyfriend's lips. "Morning to you too, baby."

Chandler smiled from ear to ear, his eyes still filled with sleep. The man seemed to lose all of his cares in the time before he was truly awake. Joey found it endearing.

Chandler stretched out his sleepy stiffness before sitting up slowly and grabbing some clothes. "Shower's down the hall," Joey called. "You might want to put on some pants before heading there, at least."

Chandler looked down at himself, forgetting that he was naked. He smiled about something Joey wasn't quite sure of before slipping on his old boxers from the night before. In a rare moment of boldness with just a hint of red in his cheeks, he looked at Joey and asked, "Are you coming?"

Joey smirked. "Be right there."

Once in the shower, Chandler moaned appreciatively as the warm water hit his skin. Joey watched the sight with utter fascination before standing under the spray with him, pulling him in for a heady kiss. Chandler was the one to pull away, saying with a tempting smirk, "Now, Joey. We can't be doing this in the shower. We're supposed to be getting clean."

Joey glared and Chandler chuckled before getting down to business. He lathered up some shampoo into his hands, then proceeded to rub at Joey's scalp. Joey closed his eyes unintentionally, letting the soothing feeling wash over him. Chandler allowed him to rinse before getting some of Joey's personal body wash, lathering it, then washing every part of Joey's body, paying attention to every detail as if he were memorizing every inch of his skin.

Joey was rock hard from the attention his boyfriend was paying him and he knew Chandler could see that. Based on how he purposefully avoided his aching cock, Joey was certain that Chandler was teasing him. After Chandler had finished washing his legs, he didn't get off his knees as he said, "You can rinse, now."

Joey obeyed, standing under the spray and rinsing the soap off. Once he was thoroughly rinsed off, he felt Chandler finally grip his cock and stroke it languidly. "Fuck, Chandler," he moaned lowly.

The Italian knew of his own experience with sex. He knew that sex was something he was good at. However, there was one thing that, without a doubt, Chandler was the best at. Chandler Bing was fucking monumental at giving blowjobs. The things Chandler could do with his mouth were obscene, and to think he learned all of it in just the time that he'd been with Joey. He knew Chandler was smart, but seeing how quickly he could learn and apply was insane. Because Chandler had never been with another man other than Joey, in about four months Chandler had successfully learned to give the best blowjobs Joey has ever experienced.

Joey groaned when Chandler wrapped his lips around the head of Joey's cock, swirling his tongue around the head before licking at the slit. Joey's hand found its way into Chandler's hair, gripping it tight. It should have hurt Chandler, but it only made him continue. When Chandler began to bob his head, Joey's hips began to unintentionally thrust forward. He tried to keep his hips still, but seeing his love's lips around his cock was a surefire way to make him lose control. Chandler usually stopped his hips from moving, but it seemed he was in one of his 'learning moments.' These moments were times when Chandler pushed his own limits to see what he could take. So, instead of stopping Joey's hips, he let the light thrusts go as he took Joey deeper and deeper down his throat.

Chandler pulled away from Joey's cock for a moment and the man above felt him take a large breath. He gazed up at Joey for a moment right before he took Joey to the hilt in one swift motion, licking at the underside of his cock the entire time and never taking his eyes off the Italian man. Joey groaned out Chandler's name, gripping his hair tightly and pulling him back before roughly shoving his dick right back down Chandler's throat. His hips stilled in that moment, afraid he had hurt Chandler, but the man just kept his lust-filled gaze on him, gripped his hips, then pulled Joey towards him so that his cock went down his throat once more.

Joey took this as a sign that he could move his hips. He watched Chandler carefully as he moved, but Chandler didn't seem uncomfortable, so he gave in to the pleasure and allowed himself to lose control. He never tore his gaze from Chandler's, the heat in Chandler's eyes spurring him forward. He could feel Chandler moaning around his cock as his stroked himself towards completion while Joey used him in the best possible way.

When he got close, Joey pulled Chandler off his cock, allowing him to take another breath before thrusting back into that warm cavern. He knew Chandler was close as well; the moans around his cock were getting more frequent. He watched when Chandler scrunched his eyes close before opening them widely as he came, the stream of cum shooting onto Joey's leg. Joey moved his hips in an unsteady rhythm, immensely turned on by seeing Chandler come with his dick in his mouth. He fucked Chandler's mouth until he couldn't anymore, then released with a cry down Chandler's throat, said man swallowing as much as he could and the amount that he couldn't he let slide down his chin.

He slid down the side of the shower, pulling a gasping Chandler close and kissing him, tasting himself on his tongue. When he pulled away, he said, "Fuck, Chandler, where did you learn to do that?"

Chandler smirked, relishing in the compliment. "Trial and error, mostly."

"Well, I'll gladly continue being your test subject if it gets me blowjobs like that."

Chandler chuckled before standing up slowly. "Let's do what we actually came here to do."

"Wait, we didn't come here so you could give me an amazing blowjob?"

Chandler laughed before placing his lips against Joey's after the man stood up. "No. Now get the soap. I have to re-clean you."

Christmas with the Tribbianis was a pretty exciting time. They made a surprisingly huge deal out of the holiday, incorporating both Christ and commercialism in a completely perfect way. They played a bunch of games, ate a lot of food, and just had a good time. Finally, they got to opening presents. Chandler never expected any gifts from anyone. For one, he never expected gifts from anybody. Even his friends thought it was weird to see his genuine happiness whenever he received a gift. Two, he was invited last minute.

That was why it was so surprising to see a gift from Joey's parents. "You guys... got me something?" He asked, genuinely confused.

Gloria smiled. "Of course. We were planning on inviting you for a while, even before I knew you were with Joey."

The gratitude on Chandler's face was almost surreal. "Thank you," he said in half-disbelief.

"Well, go ahead. Open it."

As Chandler delicately opened the present, Joey thought of some of the words written on his suicide note. He had told Joey that he wasn't a good person. What kind of bad person receives a Christmas gift and expresses true joy every single time like he never thought for a moment that someone would think of him? Joey shook his head. Chandler was the kindest person he knew. He had a pure soul and a heart of gold that many people took for granted. His selflessness surpassed everything he'd ever seen and because of this Joey sometimes wanted to hold Chandler and shield him from the people who would use him.

Inside the wrapping was an old watch. It looked like it had been well-worn as some of the edges of the leather band were slightly frayed. He inspected it further, noticing that different sets of initials had been engraved into the back. He didn't recognize any of them except for his own. He looked up, about to ask Joey whose initials were carved in the watch, but he stopped short at Joey's shocked stare. Something was definitely significant with this watch.

Mr. Tribbiani was the one to explain. "That watch has been in the Tribbiani family for a long time. Every initial carved into the back was a previous owner. The watch is always given to the spouse of the firstborn male Tribbiani."

Gloria smiled. "That used to be my watch."

Chandler felt tears starting to form. The fact that Joey's parents cared for him enough that they could see him married to their son warmed his heart in unimaginable ways. "Th-Thank you so much. This means... I don't even have words to describe what this means to me."

The Tribbiani parents smiled. "We don't mean to be presumptuous in any way. Take your time with your relationship. Don't go thinking you have to run off and get married right away, okay?" Gloria said.

Chandler laughed. "Yeah. I got you." Both he and Chandler had agreed to take it slow, so he kept his personal thoughts about how happy he would be to be married to Joey to himself.

Once the public present opening was finished, Joey took Chandler upstairs so that he could give his gift to him. "Listen, I didn't want to give it to you in front of everyone."

Chandler raised a brow when Joey handed him a card in an envelope. He opened it and saw that it was a folded piece of paper, then began to read the writing written in Joey's handwriting. It was simple message, but it had Chandler in a shock:

Move in with me?

Chandler knew exactly what he was asking. He knew they lived together in the apartment already, but he was asking if Chandler would move their things together into one room. It was a big deal for both of them.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, of course. I was just thinking, you know, we could turn the other room into a game room or something. You know, move the foosball table into your old room. Or into mine. We don't have to move your stuff into mine. We could move my stuff into your room if it would make you more comfortable"-

Chandler silenced Joey by placing a sweet kiss on Joey's lips. "Of course I'll move in with you, Joey."

Joey's grin was one of pure happiness. "I love you so much!" He said before pulling him into another kiss filled with barely contained excitement and joy. "Oh!" Joey exclaimed after he pulled away. "The other part of your present is at home. I figured you could open it when we got back."

Chandler nodded. "Your gift is at home, too. I know how terrible you are with surprises so I decided not to torture you."

Joey cupped either sides of Chandler's face and pulled him into a gentle kiss that promised a thousand things. "God, I love you."

Chandler smiled against Joey's lips. "I appreciate your love of God, but I'm starting to feel a little jealous." Joey glared at Chandler's terrible joke and Chandler chuckled. "I love you, too, Joey."

Joey took Chandler's hands in his own, fiddling with the watch on his left wrist. "You have no idea how shocked I was to see this watch in your present," Joey began. "There's not a single name carved in the back of the watch who didn't end up spending the rest of their life with a Tribbiani, you know that?"
Chandler blushed as Joey lifted his wrist and placed a ghost of a kiss on the place where the watch met skin, never once breaking eye contact. Sometimes Joey would do things that seemed more intimate than sex. "Uh, n-no. I-I didn't... didn't know th-that." Chandler said eloquently.

Joey laughed softly. Chandler could feel the breath of air travelling over his wrist, making him shiver. "C'mon, babe. Let's go pack. We gotta leave soon."

After presents were exchanged and the two were packed, Chandler and Joey had to say their goodbyes. "Don't be strangers, you hear me?" Gloria waved.

Chandler waved back, the watch wrapped securely around his wrist. "We won't be, promise!"

As they drove away, Chandler smirked at Joey as the man used his free hand to hold Chandler's. "You should have seen the look on your face when you saw me open the watch."

Joey chuckled. "Well, it's a huge deal. It means they really like you."

"Well, I'd hope so. I don't think I could take it if they didn't."

"You would have had to have done something ridiculously bad to get my parents to not like you."

Chandler nodded. "I bet I could figure something out." He said thoughtfully.

Joey shook his head. "Don't you dare try to get my parents to hate you!"

Chandler laughed. "I won't. Promise."

Once they were back in town, Joey and Chandler began to walk up the stairs to their apartment. Once they reached their floor, Chandler stopped short, his eyes widening when he heard two eerily familiar voices bickering about something he couldn't understand. "Hey, Chandler," Joey called. "What's wrong?"

Chandler began to pull Joey back down the stairs. "Let's not go home. Let's... uh... Let's go to Central Perk. Yeah, that sounds good. I don't wanna go home yet."

Joey looked confused, but shrugged. "Okay, then. Let me go put our bags away first."

Chandler tried to hold Joey back, but the man was already walking away. Deciding to not make him face this disaster alone, he took a huge, calming breath, then went to face the people standing outside his apartment.

"Chandler, who are these women?" Joey asked, confused.

Chandler sighed as he walked up, the two women in question happy to see him. "Joey, the blonde woman over there is Nora Tyler. The brunette is Charles – well, she was Charles before she had a sex change. Now she goes by Helena."

"Okay, how do you know them?"

Chandler sighed once more, bracing himself. "Joey, meet my parents, Nora Tyler and Charles – Helena – Bing."