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slashthedrabble2007-07-04 02:59 pm
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Challenge #127: Happy Accident [Friends, Chandler/Joey]
Fandom: Friends
Title: Happy Accident
Pairing: Chandler/Joey
Challenge #127: Skin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Happy Accident
“Joey, why is your ass in the fridge?”
Joey looks at him like he’s an idiot. “It was hot, duh.”
Chandler barely keeps a vein from exploding in his forehead. “Right, why didn’t I think of that. So the only logical course of action was to sit in the fridge. Okay.” He squints, like it’s painful to ask. “…and what made your ass so hot?”
“I was trying out this thingie Monica gave me.”
He flails his arms around in typical Chandler fashion. “You’re persisting with not-sense-making.”
Joey leans forward, looking back and forth furtively. “It was a... well, a thing that, you know. Goes up there.”
Chandler explodes backwards, unable to get away fast enough. “What the hell?”
“She said her ex-boyfriend loved it! How was I supposed to know it would... you know... do... that.”
Chandler doesn’t want to ask. He doesn’t to ask. He. does. not. want. to. ask.
“Do what?”
Joey smiles. “Dude, it was incredible. I fell off my bed and burned my ass on the heater because I was having the best orgasm of my life.”
Chandler faints.
Joey, closing the fridge, keeps smiling, devising an interesting way to wake him up.
Title: Happy Accident
Pairing: Chandler/Joey
Challenge #127: Skin
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Happy Accident
“Joey, why is your ass in the fridge?”
Joey looks at him like he’s an idiot. “It was hot, duh.”
Chandler barely keeps a vein from exploding in his forehead. “Right, why didn’t I think of that. So the only logical course of action was to sit in the fridge. Okay.” He squints, like it’s painful to ask. “…and what made your ass so hot?”
“I was trying out this thingie Monica gave me.”
He flails his arms around in typical Chandler fashion. “You’re persisting with not-sense-making.”
Joey leans forward, looking back and forth furtively. “It was a... well, a thing that, you know. Goes up there.”
Chandler explodes backwards, unable to get away fast enough. “What the hell?”
“She said her ex-boyfriend loved it! How was I supposed to know it would... you know... do... that.”
Chandler doesn’t want to ask. He doesn’t to ask. He. does. not. want. to. ask.
“Do what?”
Joey smiles. “Dude, it was incredible. I fell off my bed and burned my ass on the heater because I was having the best orgasm of my life.”
Chandler faints.
Joey, closing the fridge, keeps smiling, devising an interesting way to wake him up.
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very, very cute!
Chandler doesn’t want to ask. He doesn’t to ask. He. does. not. want. to. ask. so funny.
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