[Joey x Chandler] COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES FROM AO3

Motorcycle

"No, dude I swear It's safe!" Joey was walking behind Chandler trying to convince him to ride his new motorcycle.

"Joey, I don't trust you enough to DRIVE me anywhere. Why would I trust you to drive a Motorcycle?!" Chandler was grabbing his coat and heading towards the door of the bar. He was only a little tipsy, barely even, but Joey insists that it's not safe to drive home.

Joey dived in front of the door, Chandler's hand landing on Joey's lower abdomen, and not the bar's door handle. He retracted has hand and glared at Joey with his head tilting in annoyance.

"CHANDLER! Come on, I'll drive under the speed limit, and avoid sharp turns! You'll like it, I swear!" Joey fell on his knees and was clutching his hands, begging Chandler to ride his bike. Chandler blushed as Joey reached up tugging at Chandlers shirt, uncomfortably close to his groin.

"Fine, fine, fine! Go start your bike." Chandler reluctantly agreed, and followed Joey as he started and swung his leg over the bike. He revved the engine then patted the back of his seat, scooting forward to make room.

'oh my god, okay just stay calm' Chandler thought as he wrapped his arms loosely around Joey's chest.

"No no, hold me like a man!" Joey yelled over the bike rather loudly as he laid his hands over Chandlers, grabbing them, and pulling the arms tighter, and lower on his stomach. Chandler was now nearly flush against his friends back. 'just breath, only a bike. Not exciting. Not fear inducing. Not arousing.' Chandler said in his head as the bike started to move onto the road.

The vibrating of the bike was one of the most amazing sensations Chandlers felt. His inner thighs and his balls had the most direct contact with the bike, the vibrations moving deep into his core, and causing his blood to pool in one area, and it was a damn near impossible thing to avoid. Chandlers member was half hard, and Chandler had to will himself to calm down, to not let it grow further.

Then it happened. Joey shifted in his seat. He lifted himself up a little then dipped back and down against Chandler. Chandler scooted himself back as much as he could, but he couldn't help but hope Joey didn't notice. Chandler looked down and saw that he was nearly erect, and he was only a couple inches from Joey. Suddenly the bike bounced, nearly bumping Chandler loose of Joey, making Chandler squeeze Joey closer as soon as he re-balanced.

'Fuck.' he thought to himself as he felt the friction of Joys back-end on his thighs, and his now engorged length. Suddenly Joey rolled his hips, 'probably re-positioning.' Chandler rationalized just as Joey lift and curled his hips against Chandler. He stifled a groan in Joey's shoulder, then Joey leaned his head back a little and slid his hips back, pressing into Chandler more. This time Chandler gasped in Joey's ear sending chills straight to Joey's already hard member. The bike went over a bumpy patch in the road and Chandler started to drip precum he could feel the slight wetness in his briefs and he scooted away from Joey just as he came.

'oh my god, oh my GOD, I just came on my friends bike because he was shifting in his seat. calm down calm down calm down.' Chandler was freaking out, 'what it Joey sees a wet spot? I mean he had to have noticed my boner, but that's way different then cumming on him!' the bike turned off, and before Joey could even stick the keys in his pocket Chandler was rushing into their apartment building.

Joey jumped off his bike running after him. 'Damn Chandler's fast' Joey thought as he raced up the stairs, chasing someone he couldn't even see, he looked down his hallway to see Chandler standing in front of their apartment door with his forehead against the door.

"Forgot my keys at the bar with Rachel." Chandler said defeated, and turned away from both Joey and the door as Joey turned the key and stepped into the apartment. Chandler tried to rush past Joey into his room but Joey grabbed his sleeve before he passed, turning Chandler who averted eye contact and tried to nonchalantly use his hands to block the front of his pants.