Chanoey FanFictions

sweeter than cigarettes

Joey is a gigolo.

And for once, Chandler doesn’t intend on making a joke based on his roommate’s nationality and his love affairs – even though, it is a really good connection, come on –, he just makes a mental statement for himself.

And why does he make this very obvious statement for himself, in the middle of the night, while lying on his back, his eyes fixated on nothing in the air? Because he can hear his mentioned gigolo roommate from the other room having sex. Actually, he can only hear his roommate’s guest – an annoyingly loud girl, moaning and practically screaming. He can also hear the loud creak of the bed, the thumping of it against the wall, which, unfortunately, is the wall that separates the two bedrooms, making it hard to ignore.

So, Chandler lies on his bed, listening to his best friend having sex.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you should think. And it isn’t. Technically.

Chandler had always listened to Joey having sex – in a no-homo-totally-supporting-being-proud-of-his-best-friend-way – and it had never bothered him. Even though, some of Joeys bed bunnies were so loud that Chandler couldn’t sleep and had to spend the night on Monika’s and Rachel’s couch.

Mentally, he stresses the past tension. It had never bothered him.

But now, it kind of does bother him.

He would love to convince himself that Joey’s one-night stands bother him because he himself hasn’t got laid in a while. That he is just jealous of his best friend, that he would like to be the one making all these noises with another girl, making it hard for Joey to sleep.

But it doesn’t bother him because he’s jealous of Joey. No.

It bothers him because he has started to notice his best friend. He started to notice Joey’s cracked smile, his dumb folded expression whenever he doesn’t get a joke at first, his passion over sandwiches and his auditions, his seriousness in serious situations, his love and care for his friends, his ruffled hair in the mornings, his sleepy face after a long night out, his way too tight shirts and pants, oh those tight, tight pants…

And of course, he noticed how painfully straight and gigolo-like Joey is, always flirting around, bringing different girls home every night, making them scream and moan, so Chandler can’t sleep and has to listen to it.

(Okay, yes, he doesn’t have to listen to his roommate making girls scream, but he can also hear Joey sometimes, choking on little moans, breathing heavily, a small “yes” here and quiet “fuck” there… and Chandler knows he’s fucked, but not the way he would rather enjoy, and now Chandler craves a cigarette.)

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It has been quite a while since Chandler has discovered his interests in a certain Italian. Since he has begun thinking and questioning and since he isn’t that sure anymore if he’s really that different from his dad.
It has also been almost the exact amount of time in which he started smoking again. This time he hasn’t tried to hide it from his friends. Actually, he has made it very obvious and clear that he has started smoking again and that nobody can force him to stop.

Since those cigarettes are not just an addiction for him anymore, like they used to be, they are a good method to escape his thoughts and his questionings about Joey. He can go for a smoke every time Joey wanders around their apartment half naked, every time he falls asleep on the couch and Chandler wants to cover him with a blanket and just stare at his sleeping face…