Chanoey FanFictions

Just A Fling 1

A/N: Joey and Chandler have been having a secret fling. How long can they go without truly talking about what this fling is?
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My eyes are opening to the morning sun. I feel warmth, a comfortable heat that - oh shit. I did it again - I'm spooning Joey.

I stay as still as possible as I see my arm and leg are clung over Joey's sleeping body.

See, Joey and I have been having a bit of a fling, if you will. It sort of just happened a few weeks ago and since then we hook up every night and end up waking up in the same bed every morning. Unfortunately, my stupid sleeping ass tends to occasionally wrap my limps around Joey in the middle of the night. Luckily, I don't believe he's aware since everytime it happens he's still asleep as I carefully unhook my body from his.

I successfully move back to my side of the bed, unattached from Joey.

I actually wouldn't mind a little cuddling, but I fear that might fall into relationship territory and I don't want to risk scaring Joey. I'm really enjoying this casual sex thing a lot - like a whole lot. Joey is really good in bed, which I guess I should have known. But more than that, I like it because my trust level is so high with him that, for once, sex actually comes easily. I'm relaxed; I know I'm in good hands... mmhm his hands... I'm picturing where his hands were last night. My mind starts wandering when the body next to me starts shifting under the covers.

I look over and watch Joey throw his arm over his eyes to shield the sunlight that's beaming in from the window.

I wish I wasn't so attracted to him, I don't think I should enjoy waking up next to him as much as I secretly do.

Usually, in the week I'm already up and out the door for work, but since it's a weekend we usually start the morning off the same way we ended last night - sex, was that not clear?

I move my hand to his stomach, running my palm up his shirt until I reach his chest. His elbow lifts from his face so he can look over at me. He inhales a deep, sleepy breath as he rests his arm above his head now.

"Hey," he breathes in a raspy, morning tone.

I greet him by leaning over, placing a small peck on his lips. The moment I do this, Joey's suddenly awake. As he kisses me back, his hand finds my neck and he's deepening the intensity of his reciprocating kiss. He doesn't let me go and continues kissing me until I realize there's no turning back now, for him or me. He does this often; he takes an innocent kiss and turns it into a deep make-out session until we're suddenly naked and doing a lot more. Which is exactly how this morning pans out, not that I'm complaining.

After exhausting all of our morning arousal, we're lying in the bed resting once again.

I sit up.

"I'm gonna make breakfast," I state as I get out of bed.

"Really, pancakes?" Joey suddenly sits up enthusiastically.

I smile as I'm throwing some pants on.

"I guess so," I smirk.

I throw more clothes on before heading out to the kitchen and starting on the pancakes.

Joey finally arrives, clothed as well, and sits at the island.