Er....I has "Friends" slash!fic. Um...what? lol.
He’s not sure who suggested the Tequila shots and it really doesn’t matter. Monica giggles as he takes the shot, winces and shoves the lime into his mouth, dribbling sticky juice down his chin.
By the time Joey and Ross find them in the corner they’d snuck off to, she’s almost asleep; her head resting on her folded forearms and Chandler is trying to decide whether or not to try and finish the pint of beer that’s been on the table for the last hour. It’ll be warm by now and it’s way stronger than he’s used to drinking. Plus, the heavy texture is a little too much to stomach after a while.
“Ah man, will you look at these two,” Ross grouches as he takes in the sight of his hammered sister and best man. Joey’s grumbling too, but Chandler can’t make out what he’s saying. He feels arms hook under his and haul him out of his seat.
“Don’t you dare throw up on me,” Joey warns. It wouldn’t be the first time.
He’s trying to walk, he really is, but the wall keeps bumping into him and the floor doesn’t feel even. Plus, he has the giggles; which always pisses Joey off.
When they finally reach their room, Joey unceremoniously dumps him on the bed and goes into the bathroom, muttering under his breath. He comes back with a glass of water and pulls Chandler up to sit.
“Here,” he says, thrusting the glass under Chandler’s nose. “Drink all of it. Ross is gonna be so pissed if you don’t make it down the aisle tomorrow.”
Chandler does as he’s told; sipping the water slowly so it doesn’t make him want to throw up. The room is spinning and his blurred vision can just make out his best friend undressing across the room.
The water seems to be clearing his head a little and he watches Joey slip off his suit and hang it neatly. He staggers towards the bathroom for more water, leans on the sink and winces at the mess staring back at him out of the mirror. He’s eyes are bloodshot, his tie is missing, there’s something spilled on his shirt and he has no idea how his hair got into that state. He cups his hands under the tap and splashes cold water on his face and it wakes him up instantly. He fills his glass again, and goes back out.
He finds Joey standing in just his boxer shorts and a t-shirt (he’s not shy, and they’ve seen each other in less), and Joey places his hands on his hips. “You owe me buddy,” he says, and Chandler can hear the teasing, almost amused lilt in his voice now. “I’m missing out on sex with a hot bridesmaid because of you.”
Chandler grins, places his glass on the nightstand and tries his hardest to walk in a straight line across the room. Joey is laughing at him, as he always does when he’s this drunk and Chandler is relieved that he’s not really mad about the bridesmaid; there’ll be other nights, other bridesmaids.
When he reaches Joey, he drops to his knees and hears him swear as he reaches out a hand to catch his arm, thinking he’s fallen. Chandler brushes away the hand gripping his bicep and hears Joey gasp when he realises Chandler is down there on purpose.
“You’ll regret this in the morning,” Joey says softly, even as his cock is thickening in his shorts; always looking out for him, his Joey.
“Won’t,” he replies simply, knowing that it’s possibly a lie. “Have to make it up to you,” he mumbles, licking his lips as Joey’s cock reaches a full erection and the head pokes out of the button fly on his white cotton boxers.
Chandler leans forward and swipes his tongue over the swollen head and hears Joey groan. He pulls back and yanks Joey’s boxers down, then leans back in and sucks the thick cock into his mouth. Joey’s hips thrust forward on instinct, but he controls himself, holds his hips still and let’s Chandler move his mouth up and down in his own time. His hands wind through Chandler’s already messy hair, encouraging, but not controlling, and Chandler feels his own dick stirring in his pants. After the amount he drank tonight, he wasn’t expecting that.
He keeps sucking Joey until he’s hard as a rock himself and Joey’s breathing is laboured, his fingers tugging at the roots of Chandler’s hair. He pulls back, his mouth making a wet popping sound as he releases Joey and he hears the grunt of annoyance as he stands.
Joey’s eyes blink open. “Why’d you stop?” he asks between heavy breaths. Chandler just kisses him, forcing his tongue between Joey’s lips and he melts when Joey finally kisses him back, one hand cupping the back of Chandler’s neck, the other squeezing him through his pants.
***
Chandler is woken by Ross bursting into the room and his excited cheer. He’s buried under the covers and almost groans until he feels Joey’s hand clamp over his mouth in a silent warning. He feels naked skin against his and suddenly, flashes of last night come flooding back to him; Joey’s hard cock in his mouth, Joey peeling his clothes off and leading him into bed, Joey’s harsh grunt in his ear as he finally came, buried deep inside Chandler.
He’s breathing quickly and his heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to stay still and quiet, hoping Ross won’t see or hear him.
“Where’s Chandler?” Ross asks and Chandler’s heart nearly jumps up into his throat.
“Bathroom,” Joey answers smoothly and Chandler hopes that Ross believes him and doesn’t notice that his bed hasn’t been slept in.
“Well make sure he’s ready on time,” Ross says sternly, before leaving the room and Chandler hears the man next to him breathe out a sigh of relief.
Shifting in the bed, Joey spoons up behind him and wraps an arm around Chandler’s waist, his hand immediately reaching for Chandler’s cock, and he breathes into his ear, “Ready to go again?”