Joey looked at the seats around him, seeing if anyone noticed anything. Thankfully they didn't so he got up and followed Chandler to the washroom and closed the door behind him.
"What are you doing in here?" Chandler asked. He was standing against a corner of the tiny bathroom, head down.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Joey said.
Chandler looked up. "You know what, Joey? I'm not okay. I had the time of my life in London and I know you did, too. So why can't it last? Why are you so afraid?"
"I'm not afraid...It's Just a fact. You really think people are going to be cool about us?"
"I really don't think they'll care right about now. Ross is worried about Emily, Rachel is worried about Ross, Phoebe is having lot's of babies and Monica...Well, She won't care, Joey! They all have lives. They really won't care that we're dating and frankly, I don't think-"
"Whoa!" Joey cut Chandler off. "We were fooling around. Were, Chandler. I don't date guys, okay?"
Chandler was pissed. He was annoyed and upset and his stomach hurt, but he still wanted Joey! "Okay, you know what, Joe? We're not even in America yet, so what do you think about one more time? Not even sex...Just fooling around?"
Joey thought about that. He did really want to be with Chandler one last time. "Okay, but only for-"
This time Joey was cut off by Chandler's lips. They cut deep into Joey's words. Their lips stayed together for a while until Chandler made his way to Joey's ear. "You want this, Joey. You want me. Please, please don't cut this short!" He didn't let him answer as he made his way back to Joey's mouth and again until his tongue dragged down to the pulse on his neck.
Joey wanted to say something. He wanted to tell Chandler that it's over, but he couldn't find the right words. Instead, he somehow found himself undoing Chandler's sweater vest, kissing his way slowly from his lips to his navel.
"Oh good Lord!" Chandler said, moaning in deep pleasure.
"Oh good Lord is right!" Phoebe said from the doorway of the bathroom.