Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2000 22:19:25 +0000 (GMT+00:00)
From: daniel@ilovechandler.com
Subject: Friends-Flatmates-1

FRIENDS: FLATMATES
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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.