Chandler x Joey Stories

The one where Chandler and Joey date - Chapter 1

Chandler POV:

Me and Joey were in our apartment, packing for London. It was almost Ross and Emily's wedding. Monica burst through the door and yelled at us.
"You guys, hurry up! The flight leaves in 4 hours! It could take time to get a taxi, there could be traffic, the plane could leave early, when we get to London, there could be a line at customs, COME ON!!"
She ran out of our apartment.
"Six hour trip to London," I turn to face Joey. "That's a lot of Monica."
5 minutes later we were both fully packed. Joey turned around and looked at me with a huge grin.
"It's all London, baby!" He said. "Here we go." And he took a picture of me looking annoyed at him.
"You got your passport?" I asked him as he headed for the door.
"Yeah. It's in my third draw in my dresser. You don't wanna lose that!"
I stared at him blankly until he figured it out.
"Oh!" He said and ran to his room.
"There it is."
I wait for him to get the passport and we both take our stuff over to Monica's. Phoebe was on the couch, Monica was talking to her about garbage bags and stuff, and I saw Ross near the dining table, holding a drink.
"Alright, let's do it!" I say and high five Ross.
"It's London, baby!" Joey says again.
"Okay, because that's not going to get annoying." I say to him sarcastically.
He leans closer to me and says it again, louder.
"London, baby!!"
"Eh you know what? I was wrong." I say sarcastically to him again.
"Well, we're all here. I guess we should get going!" Ross says to us all.
We all say our goodbyes to Phoebe and Rachel. Phoebe makes me get her book from my apartment, because she can't get up (she's pregnant with her brother's triplets). Monica yells at us again.
We all head out of Monica's apartment.
"London, baby!!" Joey yells again. This was going to be a long flight.
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We arrive safely in London. We had checked into our rooms at the hotel - the London Marriott. Joey and I decided to do some sightseeing. Joey was starting to really annoy me.
"Alright, Chandler. Do something." He said, holding up a camera, recording me.
I ignore him.
"Come on, do something!" He repeats.
"I am, I'm ignoring you." I say to him plainly.
"Okay here," he says, passing me the camera. "I'm going to be the on-camera guy." He takes about a map of London, with famous places that pop up like a child's pop-up book.
"Oh, what the hell is that?!" I say, tired of his childish behaviour.
"It's London, baby!" He replies. I'm gonna kill him.
"Alright, so the hotel is here..." he spends a while trying to figure out how to use the map. Spoiler - he can't.
"I know," He says. "I'm going to have to go into the map." There's full confidence in his voice. I look at him in disbelief as he puts the map on the ground and steps on it.
"If you see a little version of me in there, kill it!" I tell him.
He finally figures out which way we're going. We start to walk, but he's holding the map kinda weird.
"Okay listen, listen. We're not gonna walk this way the entire time, are we?" I ask him.
"Shh!" He says. "Oh man, you made me lose it!" He places the map on the ground again. I can't be having this for the entire time we're here.
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We arrive at Westminster Abbey after a long walk. I am tired. Physically, and of Joey being a child.
"Alright, Westminster abbey!" He says. he turns to face me. "Hands down, best abbey I've ever seen." I look at him in sarcastic agreement. He pushed me in front of him and gets the camera out again and starts filming me.
"Hey Chandler, what do you think of Westminster Abbey?" He asks.
"I think it it's great. You know they're thinking of renaming this place?" I reply.
"Really?" He doesn't catch on with my sarcastic voice. "To what?"
"To put the camera away!" I yell at him. I'm fed up.
"Man, you are Westminster crabby!" He insults me. I feel a little guilty, right before Joey starts chasing me with the camera.
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Soon after walking a bit more, we come across a stall, with a man that's selling merchandise.
"Hi!" Joey says to him.
"So, what are you fine gentlemen in the market for?" The man asks us. "We've got scarves, souvenir postcards..."
"Check this out, huh?" Joey picks up a tall hat with the British flag on it and puts it on his head. "Oh yeah! That's the stuff." He looks at me. "What d'you think?"
"I think I'm not going to have to buy that 'I'm with stupid' t-shirt anymore." I say, annoyed.
"Well i like it!" Joey says, offended. He pays for the hat.
"Look, you're not really gonna buy that are you?" I'm serious this time. "Don't you think you've embarrassed me enough for one day?"
"Oh, I embarrass you?" He says like he didn't know already.
"Yes, and if you want to wear that hat in public, I'm going back to the hotel." I tell him.
"Fine! You do that. Because between you and the hat," he puts the hat back onto his head. "I choose the hat!"
"Fine, well I'm outta here. I am not gonna be embarrassed anymore!" I turn to leave and trip over a box, and fall into a flower stand. I pick myself up and walk away like nothing happened.
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I had a really bad day. I spent most of it in mine and joey's room watching TV. I turned it off when I heard him enter.
"Hey," I say.
"Hey," he replies.
"Look, I'm sorry about what happened today. I shouldn't have left you because I thought you were embarrassing me." I apologise.
"It's fine. I had a really bad day today. I think it was because you weren't there with me." He says, kinda sad.
"Really?" I ask.
"Yeah, dude. I missed you." He says and sits down on my bed. I sit next to him.
"If it makes you feel any better, I had a really bad day too." I say. It was true, I had had a bad day.
"Yeah, a little." He says and smiles. He hug. It's nice. It goes on for a little longer than a normal hug would. But eventually we break it.
"So what d'you wanna do?" I ask him.
"I dunno. We could play a game?" Joey says. He's not looking at me, just staring at the floor. He looks bothered, but I don't know why.
"Okay..." I struggle to think of one. But then I had an idea. I jump off of my bed and grab Joey's silly British hat from his head.
"Hey!" He says with a smile.
"You want it back, come and get it!" I say to him playfully. I know how much of a child Joey is, so he'll love this. I bolt to the other side of our room as I see him stand up. Joey chases me into the bathroom, around my bed and I jump onto his bed, the furthest one from the door. Joey jumps on after me, and grabs my shoulders from behind, and pulls me backwards, so I'm lying down across his bed. Joey turns and straddles me, his legs either side of my stomach.
"I win! Now give me my hat back!" He exclaims.
"Okay, okay. You win," I say defeatedly. "Could you get off of me first? I can't breathe properly..."
"Oh sure, sorry Chandler." He says. He shuffles backwards in an attempt to slide off of the bed and off of me, but he didn't think it all the way through. Our crotches rub against each other, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan of appreciation. I soon regretted that.
"Chandler?" His voice was filled with curiosity.
"Y-yes?" I manage to say. Oh my god, I'm pretty sure I'm about to lose my best friend. Why can't I stay quiet?!
"You're hard." Is all he says. I look down. I hadn't even noticed my growing erection. Oh my god, I'm turned on by my best friend. What's the matter with me?!
"No I am not!" We both know that that's a lie, but it's worth a shot. "Could you maybe get off me now?" I remind Joey.
"Sure." He says. But instead of getting off of me, he grinds down on my now fully hard dick.
"What was tha-" I'm cut off by another moan of pleasure from Joey's second (intended) grind.
"You like that, huh Chandler?" Joey flirts with me.
"Um...no?" I say in a desperate attempt to get joey off of me and to forget about this embarrassing event. Joey starts cupping my dick, causing me to let out an even louder moan. It feels so good, but I don't want my friends making fun of me for enjoying sexual activities with my male best friend. But my feelings take over, and I allow Joey to continue this.
"Joey?" I ask tentatively.
"Yes Chandler?"
"You're hard." I tell him. It was true - all the while he has been cupping and grinding me, he hasn't noticed his own erection. He stops touching me. I sit up, and Joey stands up. We both just stare at our erections, which were large bulges inside our pants.
"So I see," he says. "Well we're gonna have to get rid of these, aren't we?" He looks at me.
"Well if we have to, we have to." I shrug, and I pull on Joey's shirt to make him bend down. I can feel his breath on my face. I freeze, but he leans in and kisses me. Slow at first, but after a while it gets more aggressive. Joey sits down on the bed next to me, still kissing me. I move my hands to his shirt and start to unbutton it. Once I finish that, he starts to take my shirt off. We break the kiss for a moment to catch our breath.
"We're not crazy, right?" I ask him.
"No, of course not." He says reassuringly.
"Okay," I say, standing up. Joey takes this as an opportunity to shuffle back until he's against the pillows. We both have our shirts on still, but neither of us have them buttoned up. I straddle Joey like he did to me earlier, and I grind my dick up and down on his. He lets out a soft moan, which is enough to make me blush.
"I now see why you moaned when I did it to you," Joey said to me. "It feels so good-"
I cut him off by kissing him again. I let my hands travel down his body, and I stop when I get to his jeans. I don't know whether to continue. Joey senses this, and nods, as if to let me know to go further. I unbutton his pants and attempt to pull them down, but I can't, so Joey lifts his ass off of the bed and they slide down his legs with ease. I throw them onto the floor. I grab the elastic of his underwear and slide those off too. His erection springs out. His dick is a good 9 inches long. Now it's Joey's turn; he takes off my shirt completely and throws it away from us. He unbuttons my pants and also throws those away. He pulls back the elastic of my underwear and my 8 inch dick, fully erect, springs out. Neither of us have any clothes now. I kiss him again before flipping him over and pushing him down. He's now on the bed, lying on his stomach.
"Before you fuck me, Chandler, get the lube and condoms out from my bag." Joey instructs.
"Okay big guy. Whatever you say." I get up and grab the condoms and lube from his bag. I rip open a condom and take it back to Joey's bed. He's now sitting up, facing me.
"Gimme," he says, pointing to the lube. "I'm gonna do this for you." He takes it from me and I sit down next to him. He takes the lube and starts applying generous amounts onto my dick. This earns him a soft moan from me. Once he finishes I put on the condom. He turns around on the bed, showing me his ass.
"Should I open you up first or just go for it?" I ask him.
"I'm tired of waiting, go for it!" He exclaims. I insert the first inch of my dick into his ass, and that gets me a moan from Joey. I pull out of him, and go in deeper. He starts to rock back and forth to the rhythm of me inserting and pulling out. It feels incredible. I never thought sex with Joey would be this amazing.
"More, I can take more!" He tells me. I insert all 8 inches of me into his ass, and he lets out a moan that I'm pretty sure our neighbouring room heard. Oh well. I can feel my muscles start to tense, I'm so close to cumming!
"I'm gonna cum soon!" I warn Joey.
"So am I!" He replies. I remove my dick from Joey's ass once again, and put it back in. I see Joey cum all over his stomach and part of his hand. I start to remove my dick from his ass and I cum into the condom. We're both exhausted, and I remove the condom, put it in the bin next to the bed and lie down on the bed. Joey lies down next to me, after having wiped his own cum off his chest with a tissue and thrown that into the bin next to the condom.
"Out of all the people I have sex with, and that's a lot, I never though having sex with you would be this incredible." Joey says.
"Really?" I ask him, surprised that he though having sex with me was better than all those women.
"Really," he assures me. There's a knock on our hotel room door.
"Guys open up. It's me," Monica's voice says from the other side of the door. "I need to talk to you."
I panic. Me and Joey are both naked, and still kinda exhausted from...you know. I slide off of the bed and grab my underwear, pulling them on, then my pants and throwing my shirt on as quickly as my body will let me. I'm fully dressed in about 20 seconds, and so is Joey.
"Hello?" Monica asks.
"Just a sec, Mon," I say. I make sure Joey's ready before walking over to the door and unlocking it, allowing Monica to come in.
"Hey Mon, what's up?" I ask as casual as possible, hoping she doesn't figure out what Joey and I have been doing.
"Ross is mad at me for telling Emily to postpone the wedding," she says, frustratedly. "He doesn't understand that Emily is upset about the hall being torn down, and that she isn't happy doing the wedding anywhere else just yet. Emily's probably been planning this day since she was like 5, and Ross is making her change all of that for no reason at all..." I interrupt Monica.
"So tell Ross all of this stuff. He may be angry at you now, but once you explain it to him, he will understand." I tell her. She walks over to Joey's bed and sits down, upset.
"Maybe I should. You're right Chandler thank you," She says. "Where do you think Ross would be..." she trails off, because she's seen the condom I used while having sex with Joey in the bin. I look at Joey, worried.
"What's that?" She says, fully aware of what it is.
"It appears to be a condom," I say, trying to stay calm.
"Why is it in your bin? Have one of you already had sex with someone??" She asks us. I look at Joey. He's looking at me.
"Yeah, that would be me," Joey says. "I had sex with a bridesmaid." He lies.
"Already, Joey?? Could you not wait at least a day before you hook up with some girl?" She asks him.
"No, I couldn't. I was feeling a bit sad because I had to go sightseeing by myself, and then I hooked up to make me feel better."
"Okay," she seems satisfied with that answer. "I'm gonna go find Ross and talk to him. I'll meet you both downstairs in about 10 minutes for the rehearsal dinner then." She leaves the room, closing the door behind her. I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding in.
"I can get dressed in less than 20 seconds and make up all those lies, but you couldn't hide that!" Joey says, pointing to the bin.
"I wasn't really expecting people to be looking through our bin to be honest, Joe." I joke.
"Fair enough," he says and shrugs. "I'm gonna go downstairs, I'm feeling hungry after all...that." He tells me.
"Okay, I'm gonna...do something first. I'll see you in a bit." I don't want to go downstairs just yet, but I don't know why. He shrugs and leaves the room. I walk over to my bed and sit down.
I can't be gay, can I? That was the best sex I ever had, and it was with Joey! Maybe I'm bisexual. Or gay...? No, definitely not gay. I'm not going to have spent all my life hating my dad for who he is and turn out to be exactly like him! What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't need to decide this now, I should just enjoy this...thing I have with Joey while it lasts.
I decide I'm going to talk to Joey about what this means for my sexuality and for our friendship. I change into my wedding clothes and head down to the rehearsal dinner. Ross seems to have made up with Monica and Emily, and they look quite happy. I spot Joey at our table and go to sit next to him.
"Hey," I say. "Whatcha doing?" I ask him.
"Nothing much, just waiting for this stupid thing to start." He says, depressed.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I can tell when Joey's upset.
"It's nothing really, just that...I...I miss home. I miss Phoebe, Rachel, the coffee house, our apartment. I don't like it here anymore."
I panic. Maybe he's feeling homesick because of what we just did upstairs. Maybe he doesn't really want to be having sex with a man, let alone his best friend.
"Is it because of what happened upstairs?" I ask him, worried.
"No, no...that made me feel better actually," I let out a sigh of relief. "I just miss America."
"Well the wedding is tomorrow, we'll be on the plane that evening. We'll be home before you know it." I reassure him.
"Okay, thanks man." He says, his spirits seem lifted.
Ross announces that the rehearsal dinner is about to start.
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Fast forward time, it's the end of the rehearsal dinner. I made my speech, with some of my best jokes included in it, and no one laughed. I was so embarrassed. I'm sitting on a couch with Joey now, with my hands on my face and my elbows resting on my knees.
"I was laughing!" Joey tries to make me feel better.
"Out loud??" I turn to him and ask.
"Well I didn't want people to think I was stupid." He replies. Monica walks over and sits down next to me.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"No one laughed at my jokes and now I want to kill myself." I make another joke.
"I thought they were funny!" She reassures me. I grunt at her in response. I know I shouldn't be behaving like this, Monica and Joey are trying their best to cheer me up. I couldn't help it. I was too embarrassed and depressed to be thinking about being nice.
"I'm going back to our room, Joey. I'll see you later." I say to him and walk towards the elevator.
"Chandler wait!" He follows me. I'm already inside the elevator and the doors close before he can reach me. It's silent. I'm finally alone. I press the button to the floor I need and stand in silence. Just thinking.
So what if I am gay? Joey won't choose me. What was I thinking! Joey would never want to date someone like me. God he's so hot...and sex with him is incredible. But what if he only wanted a one time thing?
Too many negative thoughts are piling up. I know what I need.
The elevator doors open onto my floor. I step out and walk to my room. Once inside, I head straight for my bag. I keep an emergency pack of cigarettes in there in case of emergencies like this one. I take one out of the box, put it in my mouth, grab my lighter and light the cigarette. I walk over to the window near Joey's bed and open it. Oh my god, does this feel nice. I let out a sigh of pleasure. A few minutes later, I hear the door being unlocked. I panic and don't have time to do anything about the cigarette when Joey walks in.
"Joey, please don't be mad, I just came up here and-" Joey cuts me off by holding up his hand to me. A signal to stop talking.
"Chandler, it's okay. I understand why you're smoking. You don't need to explain yourself to me." He says to me calmly.
"Really, you do?" I ask, surprised.
"Yes. You're feeling sad and embarrassed about the speech you made, and you have loads of negative thoughts swirling around and you needed something to distract you." He tells me.
"Yeah, that's right," I tell him, still confused as to how he knows. "I just needed a distraction."
"Why don't you put the cigarette out and come talk to me about it." He says really nicely. I feel safe now, safer than I did downstairs with all the people I embarrassed myself in front of. I put out the cigarette on the windowsill and sit on my bed next to Joey.
"Okay..." I don't know where to start. "I guess I just feel confused. I don't know whether I'm gay, or bisexual, or straight. Definitely not straight, but I still don't know. And I guess I'm just sad because even if I were gay, you aren't, and if you were you definitely would not go for someone like me." There. I said it. I actually feel a lot better after letting all that out.
"Chandler," Joey looks at me. I look at him. He leans in towards me and kisses me, slowly at first, but then when he feels me kiss him back, the kiss grows. I feel my dick start to get hard, and we break the kiss to breathe.
"I wouldn't go for someone like you, only because they're not you." He tells me. I smile. I'm definitely starting to feel happier now. I lean in to kiss him again, and he kisses me back. My dick is definitely showing how much I'm enjoying this. We hear a knock on our door and panic, breaking the kiss. We're both half hard and need to answer the door. Me and Joey both stand up and look at each other.
"Who is it?" Joey asks.
"It's Monica, I wanted to know how Chandler's doing." She says.
"I'm feeling much better, thanks Mon." I say, hoping she'll be satisfied with that answer and leave us alone. She's not satisfied.
"Could I come in? Ross is in his room with Emily, and I'm bored." She asks. Fuck. Both Joey and me are half hard and if Monica comes in, she'll definitely know. I look at Joey in a 'what should we do' kind of way.
"We're just getting changed at the moment, Mon. How about you go downstairs and get us all a table, we'll be down in like 10 minutes." I say. Joey elbows me in my ribs, softly, but enough to hurt.
"15 minutes." He corrects me. I look at him, grinning.
"Okay, just don't take too long." We hear her walk away.
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We arrive downstairs after having sex for the second time. We only took 10 minutes surprisingly enough. We found Monica at a table in the corner. We went over o her.
"Hey," I say. "I'm gonna go get some food, anyone coming?"
"I'll wait here, Joey can go with you." Monica tells me.
"Okay. Come on Joey." I walk towards a long ass table full of food.
"What we did was stupid." I tell him.
"Totally. We weren't thinking properly." Joey agrees.
"We're still doing it again tomorrow though, right?" I ask him,
"Totally." Joey says.
We get our food and sit down at our table. Monica gets up to get food and comes back a few minutes later with a plate full of food.
"So...how is everyone?" Monica asks us.
"Good," me and Joey both say.
"Joey, how's that girl you hooked up with? You see her again?" Monica asks Joey. I had completely forgotten that Monica found the condom in our bin, and that she thought Joey has hooked up with a girl.
"She's great, yeah. Really good in bed. I'm seeing her again tomorrow, actually." Joey says, referring to me. I look down at my plate and smile.
"Really?" Monica asks, surprised. "You thinking this could turn into something more than just...sex?"
"Ah, I don't know about that. I'll have to ask her if she feels comfortable moving so fast from just sex to a real thing. She might not want to, or her sexuality could change." Joey says, still referring to me. I touch his leg under the table, and move up towards his dick, which I start to cup. I stop after he lets out a small moan.
"What was that?" Monica asks, confused.
"Oh, erm - I just had a shooting pain up my leg." Joey lies. He kicks me from under the table. I get the message; he loved that, but he hates me in a playful way. Monica believes Joey.
"Oh. Are you alright?" She asks, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. It's nothing, it's gone now." He says.
"Okay, good. So, Chandler," she turns to question me. "You hooked up with some random girl?"
"Actually, yes. I have." I tell her. "She's so hot, and I'm seeing her again sometime tomorrow."
"Ooh. What's her name?" Shit. I can't think of a name that quickly. I say the first thing that pops into my head.
"Joyce." I turned Joey's name into Joyce. I don't even know why.
"You gonna break up with her like you always do with girls?" Monica asks, jokingly.
"I'm not really dating her, it's just sex. And I don't really want to talk about relationships right now."
"Fair enough." She says.
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We finish our food and say goodnight to Monica. She goes off to her room and we head to ours.
"You made me moan." Joey says once we are inside.
"You loved it." I tell him.
"True," he admits. "So what d'you wanna do now?"
"I dunno. It's almost 11. We can't do anything too loud." I say to him.
"Well then we can cross off 'you having sex'." He jokes.
"Hey! I don't make that much noise."
"You do. I can prove it." He says smoothly.
"Nice pickup line, but I thought you said I make too much noise for that?"
"Just a pickup line." He tells me.
"Okay!" I walk over to him and kiss him passionately. He kisses me back. Joey lets out a small moan, which is enough to make me half hard again. We break every so often to catch our breath. Once we start up again, I cup Joey's dick through his pants, which is already a large bulge. We break the kiss again. I undo Joey's pants and slide them down, all the while he undoes my shirt and pulls it off. We kiss again, and he expertly manages to get my pants off. I take off his shirt and now we're both in our underwear. I slide my hands into Joey's underwear and stroke his dick, which earns me a moan. I slide his underwear off and he does the same to mine. Joey decides to take the lead this time, and applies lube to his dick, and a condom. He stands behind me and places his hands on my shoulders. He leans in to me so I can feel his chest and stomach against my back. He's teasing me. I can do the same. I let out a moan and that turns Joey on big time. I feel his dick against my ass, fully hard. He inserts the top of his dick into my ass. I close my eyes and sigh in pleasure. He pulls out of me. He inserts his dick into me again a bit further, and when he pulls out I start to rock my hips. We're standing in our hotel room, him thrusting his dick in and out of my ass, all the while I rock my hips to the rhythm of his thrusting. I feel my balls start to tense up and I have no other warning and I'm orgasming onto my stomach and chest. I let a sigh of relief, and I hear Joey do the same. He has orgasmed into the condom. He discards the condom in the bin, where the other two are from earlier. I collapse onto my bed. He returns and sits next to me.
"That was..."
"Amazing." Joey finishes for me. I pick up mine and Joey's underwear. I give his to him and he puts it back on. As do I. He gets up after a bit and slips a T-shirt and some sweatpants on. I find a similar outfit in my bag and put that on. Just as I finish getting dressed, there;s a knock on our door again.
"Hey, it's me." It's Ross. I unlock the door and he comes in.
"Hey Ross. What's up?" I ask.
"I'm getting married tomorrow! He says, excited.
"Yes, we know. That's kinda why we're in London in the first place." I say.
"I'm just so happy! And this one won't end in divorce. I just know it." He seems really confident about that.
"Well you don't normally get married just to get divorced," I joke. "Anyway, it's like midnight, shouldn't you get back to your room? Me and Joey were just about to go to sleep."
"Oh yeah, sorry guys. I'll see you in the morning." He leaves. I turn off the main light and Joey turns on the smaller lamp on a bedside cabinet. We both get into our own beds.
"So...goodnight I guess." Joey says.
"Night." I say in return. We both lay awake for at least 10 minutes in silence. Until Joey speaks.
"Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I"m lonely."
"Yeah, sure." He gets out of his bed and climbs into the other side of mine. We're lying down, facing each other. God, he's so cute. I don't care about the whole sexuality thing anymore, I just want him. He's amazing at sex, and is so caring and kind. I realise that I've been staring at Joey for a good like 3 minutes. I roll over so I'm facing the ceiling. I fall asleep soon after.

(5300 words. Sorry this chapter was so long.)