Chanoey FanFictions

The One with the Free Porn

“Oh, man! Treeger yells from inside the bathroom. This entices Joey to come out of his room wearing a bathrobe over his t-shirt and boxers.

"What is that?" He asks, a dumbfounded look plastered across his face. One I find irresistibly cute but refuse to admit aloud. I will take my secret crush on Joey to the grave with me.

"Treeger's snaking the shower drain," I say as I try to avoid looking at Joey, keeping my eyes glued to the TV.

"Oh," he responds, hands tying his robe. I can't help but watch his hands, wishing they were untying the robe instead.

"What in the name of hell?!" Treeger's distressed voice calls out, permeating through the bathroom door. That takes the thought of Joey's hands, and well let's be honest, more than just his hands, right out of my head. For the moment any way.

"Hey, maybe he found your flip-flop," Joey says as he points towards the bathroom door. His robe rides up a bit as he lifts his arm. Not enough to see a glimpse of his boxers, but enough for me to feel a stirring in my own. I try my damndest to find words but my mind goes blank, still thinking about Joey's thigh. I simply shrug. It's enough for him though. He sits, grabs the remote, and switches the channel.

"Hey," I start to protest when a man and women appear embraced on the screen.

"Whoa... Is this porn?" Joey asks. I lean forward in my chair to get a better look. This only inches me closer to him though and I can smell him. A hint of sweat, yesterday's cologne, and fresh laundry. "What did I do? I must have hit something on the remote," he continues while looking down at the remote, an actual look of concern on his face. I want to kiss the face away.

"Do we pay for this?" I ask instead.

"No, we didn't even pay our cable bill." The woman on screen is now kissing down her partner's chest, further south toward his groin. I can't decide whether to look at the porn, or look at Joey. Both are dangerous. "Maybe this is how they punish us," he says while nodding. And at the thought of getting to punish Joey, my dick twitches in my pants.

"Maybe we shouldn't pay our phone bill. Free phone sex," I say along with a fake, forced chuckle. Because, ya know, jokes are my coping mechanism, or so I've been told, and I can think of no other way to avoid the tingling happening between my thighs.

"Maybe we shouldn't pay our gas bill," Joey says but then pauses, a look of confusion furrowing his brows. Just then, Treeger emerges from the bathroom, snake in hand.

"Whoa, hey, that lady's all kinds of naked," he says.

"Yeah, Joey just pressed something on the remote and it just... Came on," I respond.

"Yeah, that happened to me once. I was just flipping through the channels, and bam! It was like finding money," Treeger says.

"Like finding money with naked people on it," I say. Another joke to further avoid the shame and the semi in my sweatpants.

"Then I made the mistake of turning off the TV. I never got it back again. And I'm sad," Treeger turns to head towards the door, head downcast, looking disappointed. Joey watches him until he's out of earshot.

"Why would he turn off the TV?" He asks me, truly baffled. I simply shrug again in response.

Treeger leaves the room and we're suddenly left in silence except for the moaning coming from the TV. The woman on screen now has her partner's full length in her mouth. She moans around him, spit dribbling down her chin and onto his balls, and he throws his head back in ecstasy with his own small grunt.