The One Where Chandler Tries To Make the Bed

It was Saturday morning in the boys’ apartment, and Chandler was making his bed. He wasn’t normally a neat freak, but this morning, when he woke up, he’d thought, *Today’s the day.* He’d already collected all his dirty clothes into a laundry bag. He was making his bed. He was going to…..gasp…..DUST. Later, if he had the time and the energy, he’d tackle the kitchen or the bathroom.

Maybe not the bathroom. Not without help and more insurance than he had, anyway.

As with everything else that piqued his interest, Chandler was incredibly focused in what he did. All of his attention was taken up with pulling the bottom sheet taut over the mattress, getting perfect hospital corners on the top sheet, getting the covers just so. Bent over his bed, he didn’t see or hear his bedroom door open, and he certainly didn’t see or hear anyone coming up behind him.

Suddenly, a sharp pull on the waistband of his jeans jerked him up upright, even as a sharp SLAP! rebounded off his ass. He turned as much as he could—and Joey was standing there. The Italian stud had just finished a workout, too—he was wearing the sleeveless shirt that showed off his rock-solid guns to perfection, and it was soaked with and smelled of the clean sweat that sent a deluge of blood to Chandler’s dick.

“How you doin’?” Joey smirked.

“I’m doin’ g—mmph!” Chandler never got the sentence out, because Joey’s mouth was on his, his tongue pushing its way between Chandler’s lips—not that it had to work all that hard. Joey’s hands ran all over Chandler’s chest and sides, slipping under the shirt to squeeze at his nipples, as he kissed him hard and deep.

*OK, no more thinking for a while,* Chandler thought.

He let his mind go completely blank and gave himself over to Joey’s attentions. A soft moan escaped from his throat as Joey abandoned his lips and began to kiss and nibble at his earlobe—and then he was back at Chandler’s mouth, and Chandler kissed him back as hard as Joey was kissing him.

Joey’s hands were slowly lifting Chandler’s shirt, and when he’d gotten it above Chandler’s chest, he broke the kiss to flick his tongue, just once, on Chandler’s nipple. Chandler’s knees went weak and he leaned on Joey for support. He could feel Joey’s hips grinding into his, Joey’s erection pressing through his shorts against Chandler’s ass. “Like that, huh?” Joey asked softly.

“Mm-hmm……”

“But you like this even more…”

Joey held Chandler’s shirt in place with one hand, but the other slid down the front of Chandler’s pants. Not too far—his fingers just barely brushed the base of Chandler’s shaft. Just that touch was enough. Chandler jerked in Joey’s arms, his body giving a single spasm.

Joey’s grin just got wider.

He pulled Chandler’s shirt completely off and took him back into his arms, kissing him, nibbling his ears and his chin. Chandler turned in his arms and kissed Joey back, hard, hungrily, then sank down onto the bed.

“We’re not camping, Joe,” he murmured, glancing at the front of Joey’s shorts. “You didn’t have to pitch a tent.”

“What did I tell you about the jokes when we’re….ohhhhhhh……”

Chandler had Joey’s massive dick out of his shorts and was jerking it, marveling at the length and the thickness of it. It still blew his mind that he could get it in his mouth at all, much less all the way down. He opened his mouth and let his tongue play along the shaft…and then he opened wide and slipped it in.

Joey let out a low, guttural moan and Chandler felt him grab his shoulders for support. He let his lips and tongue play at will, licking the shaft and Joey’s huge balls, kissing the head, and Joey’s grip on his shoulders grew tighter.

Joey began to thrust with his hips, forcing his meat deeper and deeper into Chandler’s mouth. It wasn’t long before Chandler’s cheeks were streaked with spit when Joey missed and scraped the side of his face.

They stayed like that for a long time—Joey fucking Chandler’s face, Chandler savoring the taste of Joey in his mouth, the sharp saltiness of sweat mixed with the sweet saltiness leaking from his slit. Every so often, Chandler would look up at his roommate—past the sculpted abs, the massive chest, the strong chin—all the way up to his eyes. Joey’s eyes were open, but they had the unfocused look that said that Joey had checked out mentally—that he wasn’t thinking, just feeling, going on instinct.

Chandler liked Joey’s instincts.

Joey bent over and eased Chandler up to his feet. He kissed him, once, tenderly, then turned him around.

Chandler, in all this, still had his pants on. He fumbled with the buttons and opened them, and Joey eased them down around his ankles, followed by Chandler’s tight briefs, leaving his ass free for Joey. Chandler bent over, his hands on his mattress, and Joey slapped his massive cock against Chandler’s ass cheeks.

“Be careful back there,” Chandler murmured.

Joey was fumbling with lube and a condom. He got Chandler’s hole lubed up, then wrapped up his dick and applied a generous handful of lube to it. Still, Chandler gasped as Joey first entered him, gasps that turned to groans as Joey pushed in deeper and deeper.

Joey began to thrust, and Chandler’s groans turned into whimpers—Joey was bigger than he could handle easily. He clenched the comforter on his bed in two fists and gasped in time with Joey’s thrusts. Joey drove into Chandler relentlessly, pausing only to bend over and kiss and nibble the skin on Chandler’s back.

And then Joey was out of him, and Chandler collapsed face first onto the bed. He rolled onto his back, and Joey was on him again, lifting his legs in the air, inside him, bending over him and kissing him hard, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

And then, abruptly, Joey had pulled out. “Joey, what….?”

“Forgot something,” Joey said shortly.

“What did you forg—OH!!!!!” Chandler was in Joey’s mouth, and Joey’s tongue was doing some amazing things to him, and Chandler really didn’t want to talk right now anyway. But a few minutes later, he had to.

“Mnph….Joe…CLOSE!!!”

Joey let Chandler’s dick free with a loud “POP!”, and tackled the other man, driving him onto the bed. Joey’s mouth was on his again, his teeth banging against Chandler’s, and Chandler began to jerk his dick.

Joey came first—Chandler had a few seconds of warning as Joey’s grip tightened on his shoulder, and then hot, wet, thick liquid splashed on his chest and forehead, as Joey screamed out his orgasm at the top of his lungs.

Chandler was right behind him. The pressure in his groin was building….building…..and then it, and he, let loose!

Joey collapsed on top of Chandler, and Chandler’s arms wrapped around him. The moment was perfect….and then Chandler’s cellphone went off. Automatically, he scooped it up and answered it.

It was Monica. “If you two are finished,” she said, and there was no mistaking the arch tone in her voice, “Rachel and I were thinking of grabbing brunch at Around the Clock. You’re welcome to join us—AFTER you’ve cleaned up.”

She cut the connection.

“They heard us, huh?” Joey murmured into his free ear.

Chandler was blushing furiously. “Um…yeah, I think they did,” he said, putting the phone back on the bedside table. “From the sound of her voice, I think the whole floor heard us.”

“Well, look at the bright side.”

“There’s a bright side?”

“Sure!” Joey rolled off of Chandler and propped himself up on one elbow. “She told us to join them after we cleaned up, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So they want us there quick, right?”

“Right. So?”

Joey arched an eyebrow. “So we have a perfect excuse to take a shower. Together, I mean.”

Chandler’s blush grew even deeper, but he started to grin….. “Yeah, I guess we do…..”