Chanoey FanFictions

TOW The Cruise pt.2

After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, I heard the door handle shaking. Then giggling. Then what I assumed to be a key card hitting the door several times before making it into the hole, allowing Joe to walk in. I would have laughed at him, had it not been for the fact that I had done the exact same thing earlier.
Joe walked in... okay, stumbled in... to the room and threw himself on the bed.

"Where'd ya go, Chandler? I couldn't find ya anywhere." His head lolled to the side so he was facing me.

"I got sick." This was sort of true. I was sick of the dance. And I threw up, although that was after getting back to the room. "Why are you here? You should be out partying with girls."

"Nah, too drunk." As if to emphasize this point, he ran (stumbled) to the bathroom and vomited. He came back and layed down. He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a breath mint. I took one when he offered it.

"Thanks," I said, as we popped them into our mouths.

"No problemo."

The next part happened fast. It was probably the alcohol, but I leaned over and kissed Joey. No theatrics, no romance. I kissed him. That's it. Joey didn't move. He was contemplating what was happening. One minute I was laying next to him, the next I was biting his lower lip. Joe finally realized what was happening and stiffened. I pulled back. I looked at him. Then something clicked. I just kissed my best friend. I liked it. I'm gay.

"Sorry." I whispered. I stood up and walked quickly (not stumbling, I miraculously sobered enough to retain dignity) out the door. I didn't know where I would go. I just walked. I found myself on the top deck. At the seats where me and Joey had stared at the stars. The stars were out again, of course, but they did nothing to calm me. Still I sat on the reclining seat and slept. I couldn't go back to the room. I imagined I would be spending a lot of my vacation in this chair, I couldn't go back to the single bed. Not now.

When I woke up. It was day. But just barely. The sun was rising. I had a painful headache. I gripped my head, but then I remembered the previous night, and my head just hurt worse. I heard a cough behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Joey. In fact, I didn't turn around at all. I just closed my eyes and willed him away. No one moved. Finally, I looked at him. He had a bouquet of marigolds in his hand. He held them out to me. I stood, dumbfounded.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." I stood up. I took the bouquet from his outstretched arm.

"What are these for?"

He looked me in the eye. "Just to show you I feel the same way." And with that, he took me into his arms and kissed me again. This kiss was so much better than last nights. So much more passionate.

We were back in our room. I had put the "do not disturb" sign on the handle before closing the door. I turned back to Joey.

"Ready?" He smiled and shook his head eagerly. I draped my arms over his shoulders and kissed him long and hard. We walked back to the bed without coming up for air. I pushed Joey backwards and the bed groaned under his weight. I straddled his lap and continued kissing. My sweat pants did little to conceal how much I was enjoying this.

I reached for his tie and undid it. Tossing it to the side, I went for his dress shirt buttons as he necked me. Joey slid out of his shirt, but still had an undershirt on.

"You have to many clothes," I moaned.

"You gotta work for it Chandler," he said into my neck. I groaned and slid his shirt over his head. I ran my hand over his chest and relished how warm it was. Joe was getting impatient and tore my shirt over my head. He stopped a minute.

"Chandler, what's that?"

I followed his line of sight. "That's... um... my nubbin. It's... a... um... third nipple." My face flushed with embarrassment. I thought for sure this would be where he stops what's about to happen. Just as I was going to jump up and lock myself in the bathroom, Joey leaned forward.

"You're just full of secrets, aren't you," he whispered before placing his lips over it and sucking gently. Holy shit! I didn't know you could do this! I'm glad I didn't have it removed like I always said I would. I threw my head back and gasped as he bit down. That's it, off with the pants. I put two fingers into Joey's belt loops and pulled down. Thankfully he didn't wear a belt last night. He kicked off his shoes so I could fully remove his trousers. Now Joe was just in a pair of tight black underwear and black socks. I pulled my pants off and laid down next to Joey.

Joe broke off our kiss. I watched as he placed a kiss on my chest and began trailing his lips down to my stomach. He continues until he reaches my boxers. Using his teeth, he pulls the suddenly cumbersome underwear off of me. Now my raging erection is free. Joe grabs it and begins to stroke it. One hand on my penis, the other pulling his boxer-briefs off and taking his own dick in hand. He placed his lips around my head and let his tongue work its way around it. I let out a very pleased sound.

He does this for a while, working progressively further down until his lips touch my balls. He gaged a little, but continued anyways.

"Oh, oh god Joey." I ran my fingers through his hair and pushed on his head. I thrust my hips up and down.

Finally, Joey pulled off of me. He wiped his mouth and took deep breaths.

"Chandler, I want you." I nod and move so that Joey could lay on his back and I'm on top of him. He pulled his legs up and I entered him, slowly. I prod his hole and he whimpered in lust. I moved in farther, my well lubricated dick sliding easily.

"Oh fuck." He shouted. I smiled at the happily in pain face he was making. I moved my pelvis back and forth, thrusting inside of Joe. I picked up speed, and his breathing quickened. I leaned over, pressing our stomachs together, and kissed him, without loosing speed. I reached down to take his cock in my hand and pulled it in time with my jabbing. Joey griped the pillows by his head and used them to muffle his screams.

"Chandler. I'm gonna..." he tried to finish, but couldn't. I nodded my encouragement. Joey's head whipped back as he released himself all over his tight, Italian stomach. His muscles in his ass clenched, forcing me to explode while still inside of him. I gasped in ecstasy as I pounded into him one final time. I collapsed next to him and we just laid there.

Joey looked at me and leaned in for another kiss, this one gentle and soft.

"That was fun," he said, smiling at me. I chuckled and laid my head on his shoulder.

"Phoebe's gonna be pissed," he said.

"Why's that?"

"I told her I couldn't bring her because we would just have sex the entire trip. And now that's what we're gonna end up doing."

"Well, I certainly don't mind." And with that, we cleaned up.