[Joey x Chandler] COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES FROM AO3

The one where Joey gets sick and Chandler takes care of him

■●□○AUTHOR: VALLERIA99○□●■

Summary:

Pretty much just two idiots who have been in love with each other for years without realising it, prepare for some angsty thoughts (completly unfounded obviously) and a fluffy ending

Notes:

Weel, what can I say. I just started watching Friends, so I naturally had to write something with those two since there is no way I can accept them not being together. I mean have you seen them together? Jeez.
I may write more, if the mood strikes, but that will probably just be smut (grins unrepentantly)
Enjoy and feel free to drop a comment on your way out :D

Work Text:

Joey laid in his comfortable black leather armchair and stared at the ceiling with hazy eyes. His thoughts were sluggish and his whole body felt sore. A hacking cough disrupted the quiet of the empty apartment, before he shivered pitifully. All he wanted was for his roommate, best friend and secret crush to get home, because Chandler always made him feel better.

A few more minutes passed until he finally heard the turning of the metallic doorknob, followed by the sound of soft steps and a loud bang as the door fell shut.
"Hey Joe, I'm home! You will not believe what happened to me today." Joey smiled faintly, before his body was wrecked by another round of heavy coughing.
"Joe! What is wrong?" In a few seconds, Chandler was at his side and leaned over him, soothing hand on his forehead.
"You are burning up, come on I will put you into bed. Can you walk?" Joey shook his head miserably, he did not feel like he could ever walk again. Okay, so maybe that was a bit dramatic, but he did not feel well at all.

"Well, no helping that then, up you go." And before he could quite comprehend what was happening, Chandler had picked him up and carried him to his room bridal style. His head lolled to the side, resting on the younger man's shoulder and he whimpered slightly as Chandler placed him down, unwilling to loose his heat source so soon. "I'm cold," he mumbled quietly, petulance written all over his pinched face.

"I know, it will get better soon, I promise, okay?" Joey looked at his crush hazily and tried raising a questioning eyebrow.
Chandler smiled gently and tucked his blankets around the prone form on the bed. "See, aren't you feeling much better already?" Joey tried glaring, which fell spectacularly flat as he had to sneeze. Leaning over him again, Chandler brushed a stray hair from his sweaty brow and smiled with an uncharacteristic gentleness that only Joey ever saw and which made his heart melt into a content puddle of goo.

The younger man chuckled and turned around, about to search for some medicine to get Joey better, when he felt a hand tugging on his sweatshirt. As he looked down questioningly he was met with a pair of huge brown puppy eyes. "Don't leave me alone, Chan."

With an indulgent huff he settled down next to Joey, softly stroking his hair while he leaned against the headboard. Snuggling up to Chandler, Joey drifted off, one hand still clenching the soft material of his shirt.

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As he slowly began drifting out of dream land, he burrowed his face deeper into his pillow. His moving pillow. Confusion filled him. Was he starting to hallucinate now? He knew that he was sick, but he hadn't thought it to be this bad. Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked at his headrest. Uncomprehending he stared at Chandler's chest, then his gaze wandered to the weight around his waist.

"Uhm, Chan..?," insecurity bled through his calm voice and he had to fight a blush at the thought of sleeping on Chandler like this.

Showing no conscious reaction, the other male pulled Joey closer and grumbled something ineligible. Joey sighted silently and dropped his head back down, he could get away with this for a few minutes, couldn't he? Inhaling his scent, he closed his eyes and wished for this to be a regular occurrence and not a coincidence. He wanted to be with Chandler so bad, but knew that it could never happen. His longtime love was as straight as an arrow after all. Joey bit his lip to keep out the familiar pain, but a soft sob tore itself out of his throat and he curled tighter into the warm body next to his. Being sick always brought the normally buried and locked feelings to the forefront of his mind and he allowed himself to wallow in self pity about a love that would never be returned.