FRIENDS: FLATMATES ------------------
DISCLAIMER: This story involves characters from the American TV Sitcom 'Friends', and is no-way connected to them or Bright/Kauffman/Crane who created the characters or any other company or persons who hold the license for the show or any entity involved in 'Friends'. This story is a complete work of fiction, and of my imagination, and does not attempt to suggest the depicted characters' sexuality, or indeed the people who portray them. This story may be copied and distributed freely, provided that it is not altered and this disclaimer not removed. I would also appreciate credit for it, but I won't be mad if I don't get it!
I intend to write more chapters for this story (time permitting) and any suggestions, comments, rants and raves are equally welcome: e-mail me them at daniel@ilovechandler.com and I promise to try and reply to all.
IN ADDITION: If you are under the age of 18 or live in a country or state in which gay erotica is forbidden or limited to a different age, PLEASE leave now, because I don't want any crazy lawsuits (and I don't have any money any way!). Please also leave if you are offended by (or are sensitive to) graphic and descriptive homosexual literature. Finally, forgive me for going on so long, and also if this story sucks (in a bad way I mean!). After all, this is my first attempt.
OH AND ONE LAST THING: This story takes place in a parallel friends world, where Chandler never hooked up with Monica, and stayed single for most of the time. Or, if you prefer, this story takes place somewhere between the second and third seasons, before Monica and Chandler started dating. Just thought you'd like to know. Now on with the first installment. Sigh...
PART ONE:
Chandler was horny, as usual, and had been out of like in that department for "like three months".
"Hey I'm sorry man", Ross said to him while they were sipping their cappuccinos art Central Park, "you just have to ease your way in. I think the women can smell your desperation".
"Don't I know it," Chandler replied. "Shit, I was so desperate last week I almost accepted a blind date with a man from work!" Chandler reddened immediately he had said it, and Ross starred at him.
"Hey man I don't think you need to go down that road" Ross said, "just whatever you do don't go out with Janice again."
"Hey don't worry," Chandler said, "that's a sight I don't wanna be seeing for at least another decade. Hey where's Joey, he's supposed to pay the rent this month, it's been like half a year since he paid anything."
"Oh yeah, he's gone out to a club with a girl he met at Burger King."
"Oh great," said Chandler, "I'm going to either be listening to him scratching the door to death in his drunken state, if he's rejected, or if the girl want's to get laid I'm gonna have to be listening to the two of them fucking the living shit out of each other till the early hours."
"Sorry dude. That's just the way the cookie crumbles..." Ross said.
"Talking of which, I could've sworn I'd ordered a couple..."
"Oh my bad," Ross said guiltily, crumbs on his shirt; "I missed lunch."
"Typical..."
It was almost 3AM, and Joey climbed the final floor to his apartment, and fumbled for the key from his pocket. He felt odd. He wasn't sure what it was, but it might have had something to do with that sandwich. 'Shit' thought Joey, 'now the floor's spinning.' Joey made one final attempt for the keys before finally letting illness strike, and collapsed against the door with a thud.
From within the apartment, Chandler heard the noise and sighed. Then spoke out at loud to the door "Oh jeez, I wonder who's come back at 3AM drunk as hell, why, it must be my invisible friend." There was silence from the other side of the door. "Oh no, oh no, it must be Joey spending his half of the rental... but he couldn't do a thing like that now could he?" Again silence. Something was up. Chandler got up from the leather recliner where he had been dozing in front of the TV, and opened the door. Joey, who had fainted against the door and had been sitting against it, fell backwards and whacked his head on the floor with a nasty thud sound. Chandler stared at him closely and poked him in the stomach. Joey exhaled and made a whimper sound. "Well thank fuck you didn't die on me at any rate," said Chandler.
Knowing that the girls across the hall would be asleep, he wondered what to do with Joey. After about an hour he finally decided that perhaps lifting him off the floor would be a start. On picking him up, Chandler heard Joey mumble incomprehensibly. "Chandler, why I am next to the ocean in the apartment?" Joey slurred.
"Joe, you're just hallucinating. Shit you look awful. Don't tell me, you bought another of those five kinds of bacon sandwiches didn't you?" he accused.
"Jus' a li... little one." Joey managed to stand himself up properly, with the help of Chandler, and made himself across the room, leaning on Chandler for support. "Hey man, do you think you could take me to my room... I don't feel so good."
"Sure Joe," and so Chandler helped him to his room, turning on the light and shutting the door behind him. As soon as Chandler let go of Joey in order to shut the door properly, Joey fell onto the bed, sprawled across taking up all the space possible, snoring. Chandler moved Joey to a more comfortable position, and while doing so discovered that he was boiling hot. "Shit man, you have a fever," Chandler said to Joey, who was still snoring.
Chandler figured he'd have to take Joey's clothes off, or he would become more ill. Chandler gently undid Joey's shirt buttons, very slowly because he didn't want to wake him. Finally the shirt was undone, now he just had to take it off the dormant Joey, which was going to be difficult because he was lying down. Chandler somehow managed to prop Joey up on the headboard and take it off him. Joey's bare chest was now revealed, Chandler tried not to stare at Joey's highly developed body. Thick black hair sprouted the top part of Joey's chest, and a trail of black hair led from his navel to his pubes, which were just sprouting above Joey's jeans. Chandler swallowed and tried to compose himself. But he couldn't help stare a bit longer. Reaching out, Chandler gently placed his hand on Joey's chest, and stroked it, gently caressing the left nipple, before withdrawing his hand quickly. "Shit, I've gotta stop this. Just strip him and leave".
Chandler, now a bit more composed, undid Joey's sneakers and slipped them off, followed by the white sports socks. 'Just the jeans to go now' thought Chandler, 'God I hope he's wearing his underwear today.'
Chandler undid Joey's belt and tossed it to one side, then undid the button to Joey's Levi's, followed by the zipper. Chandler swallowed again. Then, with considerable difficult, Chandler managed to take off Joey's jeans, which he held onto for a moment, before throwing them on the floor. Thankfully, Joey was wearing underwear, but his bulge was clearly visible thanks to the light white and constricting CK's. Chandler, now with a throbbing erection underneath his trousers, tiptoed back to the bed and looked at Joey's bulge, and then placed a hand on Joey's naval, meaning to pull back the CK's and have a look at what Joey was carrying. Joey grunted, which was enough to make Chandler leave the room, red in the face, as quickly as possible.
When Chandler was in the safety of the bathroom, he sat on the toilet and tried to calm himself. But it was no good; sooner or later Chandler was going to have to tell something to Joey about his true feelings, before it drove him insane...
TO BE CONTINUED...
So that's it for now folks. Sorry there was no sex to speak of, but I got a bit too into the story part of it. But rest assured if you stick with this and I get enough feedback they'll be some steamy instalments shortly! Please e-mail with ANY comments to daniel@ilovechandler.com and I'll try and reply. Love Daniel.