[Joey x Chandler] COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES FROM AO3

Overcompensation

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Chandler: Hey.
Rachel: Hey. Oh, I have a question. If-if one of you had to pick one of the other two guys to go out with, who would you pick?
Ross: No way.
Joey: I'm not answering that.
Chandler: Joey! (Pause as they all stare at him.) No way. I'm not answering that.

Overcompensation
Joey always knew that when he slept with Chandler he'd be on top.
Come to think of it, Joey always kind of knew there'd be a when. There was always this sexual tension between them that he couldn't deny – it was apparent in their actions, their movements, interwoven into the essence of their friendship, a co-dependence so comfortable that a platonic marriage hadn't exactly been an outlandish suggestion to make.

But their relationship had suddenly become non-platonic, and Joey wasn't particularly well equipped to attempt to comprehend this new development, especially when feelings the after-effects of a few too many martinis in the form of a blinding hangover at 9am on a Saturday morning. But he had always been more secure about himself than Chandler, and now, with his arm around Chandler's warm body, pressed up against his back, the thing Joey was most worried about was how Chandler was going to react when he woke up.

He thought about moving slowly away, but he didn't want to, and he didn't really feel that after everything, he should be hiding his feelings. Almost impulsively, he leaned forward and kissed the back of Chandler's neck, on the side, just below the hairline, and smiled. He wondered whether it would be so bad to wake up like this every morning.
Strangely enough, he found that the answer was no, no it wouldn't.

"And then, to top it all, he described me as having a 'platonic marriage' with Joey!"

"Oh OK, so that's why you two are always, you know, flirting."

"Wh-what Pheebs?"

"You and Joey, that's why you're always flirting."

"I do not flirt with Joey!"

"Oh sure, the long lingering looks into each others eyes, copying each others movements, doing everything together, always looking for excuses to hug..."

"Are you serious?!"

"Yeah, you should see yourselves; there was this one time..."

"I'm not gay!"

"That's what you think."

"Phoebe, I would know!"

"Uh-huh OK. What about that time we asked you who you'd date out of the guys, and you yelled out Joey really loudly?"

"That was a game! It was him or Ross!"

"It's alright Chandler, you can have him, I'm sure he wants you too!"

"Joey's gay? I mean – wait, I don't want him!"

"OK, sure."

"Pheebs!"

"Hey Joe"

"Hey man, you want a martini?"

"Sure, why not. Why are we drinking martinis?"

"There was martini stuff in the fridge that needed using."

"How many have you had?"

"I dunno..."

"That many, huh? Fill me up!"

"Here you go..."

"No date tonight?"

"Nah, I thought I'd stay home and drink martinis."

"Good plan. What's on TV? Diehard? Excellent..."