Joey&Chandler

busy hands

"I need a cigarette," Chandler said, fumbling in his pocket.
"No, no, no," Joey replied. He swatted Chandler's hands away from the pocket. "You don't need a cigarette now, or ever."

Chandler worked his jaw for a moment, looking at his friend. Then he wiggled his fingers. "But I need something to do with my hands."

Joey grabbed Chandler's hands, and wound their fingers together. "There. Now you can't reach for a cigarette *and* your hands are occupied."

Chandler looked down at their entwined hands. "So are we gonna stand here all night like this?"

"If it means you don't smoke, then... yes."

"O-K..."

They stood in the middle of the living room, silent for a few minutes. Then Joey realized that he was rubbing his thumbs over the back of Chandler's hands. "Sorry," he muttered.

"It's all right. But I still want a cigarette."

"Why? I'm not seeing the appeal in this."

Chandler looked at the floor for a minute. Then he said, "It's like I said when I was teaching you how to smoke for that part. It just... feels right in your hand, it's..." he paused, and sighed, "It's like the way people eat when they're not hungry, just for something to do with their mouths."

"I can think of better things to do with your mouth than smoke," Joey replied, looking at Chandler with a predatory gaze.

"Like what?"

"This." Joey stepped forward, and kissed Chandler square on the mouth.

Chandler gasped against Joey's lips, but soon returned the kiss. "I hope you had a reason for doing *that*," he said when they broke apart.

"Keeping your mouth busy," Joey said with a wry smile.

"Uhm... you mind doing it again?"

Joey didn't, and this time he slid his arms around his friend, finally letting go of Chandler's hands. He slid his hands up the back of Chandler's shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath his fingertips.

Chandler pressed his body against Joey's, kissing him hungrily. His skin felt like it was on fire where Joey was touching it, and he wanted more. "Hey, Joey," he whispered against Joey's lips.

"What, Chandler?"

"What do you say we find out if that thumb and forefinger thing is true?"

"Oh, hell yes," Joey replied, and pulled Chandler into the bedroom.