My second chapter. Please reply! Good or bad. I want to know if I should go on.
Btw, I own no one.
Joey gazed sleepily at Chandler for a couple of second before leaning over and kissing his lips. Not a long kiss, just a soft peck to say good morning.
"Does that mean you enjoyed last night as much as I did?" Chandler asked.
"I think a little bit too much," Joey agreed. He wasn't lying either. Joey really really liked last night and he wanted to be with Chandler so much right now, but he didn't know why. He wasn't gay, he knew that for sure. London!, he thought. It has to be London! So well just do it in London! Happy with his new idea, Joey raced on top of Chandler and hugged him so fearfully that Chandler choked.
"So does this mean we're cool?" Chandler asked once Joey was off of him. Off his friends' smile, he knew that everything was more that okay. "So, do you wanna go from where we left off last night? Without hesitation Joey had Chandler rolled over and was on top of him and thrusting inside. "I guess that's a yes..." Chandler said, panting.
The boys spent each night together in London until it was time to fly back home. As they were riding home on the plane, Chandler noticed Joey's sad expression through the reflection in the window. "What's up, man?" he whispered so no one else could hear their conversation.
Joey looked over at Chandler. "You know," Joey whispered back. "Now that London's over, we're over." Joey looked back out the window and neither of them said anything for a while.
"Why?" Chandler finally asked. Was this Joey's intention all along? he wondered. "Why is it over?"
"Because we'll be at home! We're not gay at home!" Joey said.
"Oh, we're only gay in London?" Chandler whispered harshly. "Joey, that doesn't make any sence. If you're gay in London, you're gay in New York!"
"No, it was just a thing, man! It's not cool. It was just a thing."
"You mean a fling, Joey. What we had was just a fling." Chandler corrected him.
Joey looked down at his own chest. "Ya, a fling. Sorry."
"No it wasn't, Joe! It was not just a fling!" Chandler yelled, forgetting that they were on a small plane with a bunch of people. Realizing this, he quieted his tone to a whisper again. "I have to use the washroom now." Chandler got up to leave, but Joey tugged at his arm.
"Don't be mad Chandler," Joey said. "Maybe we can make this a yearly trip, you know. I just can't do it in New York. It's wrong..." Joey had never seen Chandler's eyes so sad.
"I'm going to the washroom now, Joe. "I'll find somewhere else to sit when I'm done. I know how wrong it is to be with you in any way." Chandler stormed off, not even looking back.
"Chandler!" Joey yelled after him. "Chandler! Come on, man!"