Popcorn

 

By Daphne

 

I read a review which told someone that their plots were always the same and I think I have been guilty of that so I had given up. This is in response to a specific request. Thanks to Jjaks for comments.

 

Late in Season 4. The first paragraph will be confusing to begin with. This is deliberate, there have to be a few surprises in life.

 

Monica sat watching him. She knew that she shouldn't. She would be furious if the situations were reversed. She was disgusted with herself. Well she was sure she would be disgusted with herself, later, when she wasn't so aroused. Knowing something was wrong and being able to stop herself doing it were two different things. The scene was just so hot. He just looked so damn good. His muscles were tense and defined as they worked and he glistened slightly with sweat. His normally grinning face instead showed him at the height of erotic pleasure. She tingled all over watching him. She saw his face contort and knew that this was the moment, she was nearly there herself, merely from watching him. Monica's lips parted as he paused in his work and tensed. His tongue ran across his lips and his eyes squeezed closed, his head fell forward and he began to gasp.

Chandler entered the apartment suddenly and Monica threw herself across the couch in desperate urgency for the remote control. Popcorn went flying through the air in her haste.

"Hey." Chandler looked at her prostrate on the couch with popcorn scattered all around her. "Were you watching porn?" He asked her in accusing amusement.

"No." She said quickly, her red face giving her away.

"It sounded like porn." He looked at her in surprise and then grinned, pleased at having caught her out. "You're panting Monica. It must have been good. Don't be mean. If it's that good you have to share it. No wait I'll go and get Joey."

Monica barred his way. "No don't get Joey. It wasn't porn. It was just some chick flick. Honest."

"Yeah right. In that case why did you turn if off so quickly?" He laughed and tried to grab the remote but she sat on it. "And why won't you let me see it?"

He squatted down by the TV, held her off with his free arm and turned it on by the main controls.

His first reaction was triumph that he had been right. She had been watching very explicit porn. "Wow. They only normally show this much of the guy in gay porn. Not that I…" The grin died from his face as he recognized his bedroom and then that the man was him, in full blown orgasm. He flushed, switched it off and glanced at Monica. It was difficult to say who was the most embarrassed. His face went as red as hers.

Monica rushed to explain herself. "I ran out of tapes so I went over to your place and grabbed this one. I was just checking there was nothing on it… and this came on… and then you entered…." She paused and giggled nervously. "I can't help thinking those last words were in the wrong order." For once he didn't see the funny side. She went quiet and stole a quick look at him. He was still bent by the TV with his face turned away, too shocked to move or want to risk looking at Monica again. She was struggling with herself. She didn't like to lie to him but there was no way she was going to admit that she had been watching him have sex for the last hour.

There was quiet in the apartment until eventually Chandler's thigh muscles demanded that he moved from the squat so he reversed onto the couch. He put his fingers through his hair and scratched his ear. "It's OK. I should have hidden it better." He said at last, so quietly she could hardly hear him.

"No Chandler it's not OK I'm really sorry. But, it was a mistake, I was only checking it quickly." She put a hand on his arm and noticed that they both flinched from the touch.

"You didn't see much of the tape then?" He asked, with obvious relief.

"Just a few seconds really."

He thought for a moment then frowned. "But the tape was at least half way through… and you had popcorn, you were watching me and eating popcorn."

"I… I like to eat popcorn when I'm watching a movie.." She looked down intently at her hands.

"It's not the popcorn I have a problem with."

 

"No. I know. I just got curious, ya know."

He smiled as he noticed her obvious discomfort. "Its OK… really… If I found a tape of you making out I'd watch it all the way through…. At least twice. Just out of curiosity of course. But I don't think I would have got myself popcorn…"

"Right."

There was silence again for a few moments. She felt like she should make conversation. "You were really hot on Kathy weren't you? I knew that it caused strife between you and Joey but I had no idea . And she certainly seemed to enjoy your company." She smiled slightly.

He scowled, but she could tell he wasn't really mad at her. "I'd said I'd watch it. I didn't say I'd give a critique of your performance."

"Sorry, and I was going to say you had a lovely butt… but I won't."

He smiled shyly. "Thanks… I think. Did you see it all, even where I….?"

Monica nodded with her eyes down. "Oh yeah. I saw it all!"

Chandler glanced at her, surprised that she had finally admitted the extent of her crime. A memory dropped into his head and alarmed him. "That was just a heat of the moment thing ya know. It's not like I normally…"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me." She looked away and grinned.

"I don't want you to think I'm a pervert. It just sort of happened that one time. It felt right at the time." He tried to explain.

"Kathy didn't seem to mind. She looked pretty enthusiastic. Are you always that noisy?…" Chandler looked away sharply and stood up. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." She had been confusing the two Chandlers, the embarrassed friend and the very aroused lover she had been watching. Questions and comments that would be common place with one were coarse, rude and intrusive with the other. But it was tempting.

Chandler went to the fridge and opened it. He stared inside for a moment before he closed it and went to sit on the couch again beside her.

"Why did you watch it? Not the "how could you invade my privacy" why, but why would you want to watch it?" Chandler stared at her legs waiting for an answer.

"You looked good."

"I looked good?"

"Yeah you look good naked, better than I thought you would." Ahhh crap! She'd done it again. It was then that she realized that she would never be able to look at him in the same way again.

He smiled guardedly. "Yeah? Were you panting because you were turned on?"

Monica stammered. "What!….no…. I-I-I was just nervous because you'd caught me."

He got up and bent to take the tape out of the machine. "This is between us… right?"

She stared at the blank television in disappointment. "I have a price." She blurted out mischievously, not sure she could go through with this. She reached down and took the tape from him.

Chandler looked at Monica in surprise. "A price? I have to buy your silence? What about sorry for invading my privacy, for watching a tape that you knew was private?"

Monica grinned and moved closer to him. He stood and the two of them stared into each other's eyes for the first time that evening. She smiled, ran one finger down the middle of his chest to the top of his pants and then leaned and whispered in his ear. "I lied. I was watching you because it turned me on, and I was panting because I was so horny. Now I want you to make love to me."

Chandler blinked and glanced around the room, just for a moment letting himself think that she was serious. "Wow. That's your price? My credit card statement would be a lot more fun if you were in charge of it."

"Well?"

Chandler looked into her face again, it was almost as if she was being serious. He pushed that unlikely thought from his mind. "The way I look at it…. the fact that I caught you watching it is probably more embarrassing for you than the fact Kathy and I taped ourselves. A lot of couples do that. "

"You think the others won't want to see it? And there were a lot of things on there that a lot of couples don't do."

He tried to suppress a smile. "You're blackmailing me for sex? And if I don't… comply with your wishes… you'll show the tape to the others?"

 

Monica kept her face very serious. "Every last grunt and groan. I'll set you to music, I'll put video captions up on the web. I'll make posters, place mats, mouse mats, mugs, key fobs. And unless payment is made quickly I will be charging interest."

Chandler snatched the tape back and put his fingers into it and pulled it away from the plastic cartridge. "Not now you won't. Now no-one will be able to see it and my political career is safe." He sighed and looked at the mass of tape in his fingers. "Night Mon." He said, and in complete innocence left Monica seething and horny behind him.

 

 

The following day Monica got home from work late and found the rest of the gang already there. Chandler and Joey had cooked a stack of pancakes and were arguing over the most bizarre toppings that they could conjure up.

"This is my kitchen." Monica said indignantly. "Go mess your own kitchen."

"Ah Monica." Joey grinned at her winningly. "It's far more fun to mess up your kitchen."

Monica tutted in a motherly fashion. "Is there anything healthy at all in this meal?"

Chandler shook his head. "Nah bad day. We thought we would go for high energy food."

"You mean sugar?" Monica said trying not to look at him.

Chandler came up beside her and looked her straight in the eye. "You think my body needs to tone up a bit?"

Monica looked away, trying not to think about the body he was referring to. "Just make sure you're sick over your place and not here."

Joey, Rachel, Phoebe and Ross went over to the living area to sit round the coffee table as they gorged themselves on pancakes.

Monica looked expectantly at Chandler as she started to clean up. "Do you want something?" She asked him quietly, glancing at the others.

Chandler wanted her to tease him again, it had given him a huge high, even if she was just messing with him. He put a small piece of pancake in his mouth and licked the syrup off his fingers whilst she waited for him to speak. He swallowed and spoke low. "I found out something interesting today."

"Yeah?" Monica tried not to sound worried. "What?"

"Why you called "fun Bobby" that. He did look like a lot of fun."

Monica stopped her cleaning. "You..? What do you mean?"

"But he didn't have a lot of staying power did he? Fun, two minute Bobby, would have been a more accurate description of him." Chandler took a large fork full of pancake and smirked.

"You bastard. You've been snooping around in my stuff?"

"I needed a tape and was just checking it before I recorded over it. I didn't watch it of course. Not once I knew what it was." He grinned. "Well only a couple of times anyways. It wasn't very long."

"It was a genuine mistake when I did it." Monica huffed.

"So genuine you had to watch it more than once….and get popcorn?" Chandler moved away from her over to the others. "Oh hey I got a great movie to watch this evening." He told them.

Joey looked up, "Yeah, good man, what's it called?"

"Well it stars a guy we all know called Robert." Chandler told them.

Monica made a dash for the TV. But Chandler anticipated her and grabbed her arm and held it locked behind her back. "I'll get you for this." She hissed at him.

"Yay Casino!" Phoebe yelled out as Robert de Niro appeared on screen.

"Did you think I'd do that to you Monica?" Chandler whispered.

"You're still a bastard."

He looked into her eyes, ran one finger down the line of her jaw and then around her neck, under her hair and down her spine to the top of her butt. If she was a guy it would have given her an erection. Instead it told her something quite devastating. She had the hots for Chandler, and she was pretty sure he knew it. She couldn't have been more wrong. Chandler was completely oblivious.

 

Chandler and Monica spent the rest of the evening bickering about just about anything and everything. He hogged too much of the couch, he didn't take his turn in getting the drinks and he made stupid jokes. Eventually Chandler got up and swore. "Oh my God Monica, you're actually more annoying than Janice tonight. I'm going back to my place for some peace from your nagging."

The rest of the gang stared after him. Ross spoke up first. "He's right Monica you were a bitch to him tonight. Whatever did he do to you?"

Monica folded her arms, "Don't you find his humor irritating and the way he just assumes that we will all want to be squashed up against him."

"He's affectionate." Phoebe said simply. "I like him affectionate. You normally like him affectionate, except when he's drunk, when he can be a little too affectionate."

"A little! He's like one of those dogs that won't let go of your leg." Monica huffed.

Phoebe grinned. "And you don't get horny when you're drunk?"

"I don't get drunk…well not very often. OK I'll go over and apologize."

 

 

Chandler was watching TV with a beer in one hand and his feet raised on the barca-lounger. "Did I do something else wrong Monica?"

"No. Yes. It's me I think. You played that trick on me and I suppose I deserved it but it made me mad at you."

He got up and looked at her, thinking he could solve their differences. "I didn't look at the tape. I knew from Rachel that you had made one, and that Bobby was brief, but I didn't look at it. That would have been wrong. "

Monica couldn't help it, her irritation with him rose up again. "You smug, self righteous prig." She imitated him, ""I didn't look at it because that would have been wrong." Who do you think you are, the Pope?"

"I was going for Ghandi." She continued to scowl at him. "OK I couldn't find it, does that make you feel better?" Monica's expression was unchanged. Chandler shook his head. "Monica I came over here to get away. For some peace." He paused and looked in bewilderment at her furious face. He speculated again on her strange behavior the previous day, it was just possible that he had got it wrong. "Is this because I refused to make love to you?" He asked gently. "Because if it is I thought you were joking. I thought we were just messing around. I didn't think you were serious, but then when I came back here I did wonder…."

She sat down on the barca-lounger and folded her arms. "I WAS joking. "

"So what is this about? Time of the month? Guilt?"

"Guilt? Why should I feel guilty?"

"The tape yesterday." He crouched down next to her. "I don't think I've ever seen you this worked up." He put his hand to her face and she recoiled. "What is it Monica. What are you not telling me?"

She looked into his eyes. He knew, the bastard had to know and he was playing with her.

"You really are a bastard." She said at last standing up, nearly knocking him over.

"If you say so Mon." Chandler agreed unconvincingly. "Why exactly?"

"Oh you know, you just want to make me suffer."

Chandler thought for a moment. "Still not with you."

Something in her went crashing over the top and she balled her fist in fury and hit him on the arm. He yelped and grabbed her wrists before she hit him again. They struggled for a few seconds as she tried to make him release her, but they both lost their balance and went crashing to the floor, Monica still trying to make him release her so that she could attack him again and Chandler trying to defend himself without striking back. He was sure he must have done something terrible, but he still couldn't understand what. The struggle had the combined effect of turning Monica on and making her angrier. But at least it gave her a chance to vent her frustration and that gave her added strength over Chandler. They rolled a few times before she managed to pin him underneath her. She sat astride him and tried to yank her arms free of his grip, but failed. She looked at him angrily then noticed that their groins that were now touching. He followed her eyes and smiled apologetically. He expected her to shift in disgust but instead she slowly and deliberately started to grind up against him. Chandler relaxed his grip on her wrists and felt the blood begin to pulsate through him.

She sighed contentedly as she moved herself over his growing erection. He glanced into her face, which seemed to be in a trance, and let go of her wrists. She used her now free hands to undo his shirt. She didn't once look at his face as she began to rub and kiss his naked chest. Chandler lay motionless for a while, completely shocked. Eventually he bent his neck to look down at her kissing him and then gasped as she reached down and undid his pants freeing his erection with her hands. She shifted for a moment to remove her own underwear and then reached up and pulled her dress over her head before flinging her bra off. Chandler looked at her body in appreciation before he dragged his eyes back to her face to try to read her.

He tried to move but she didn't let him and pinned him to the floor with her body. "Bedroom Monica, we need the bedroom." He whispered.

"Mmm. I'm just touching you Chandler, no harm in touching you is there? You don't mind me touching you?"

He smiled, finally he understood her anger with him, the unthinkable explanation had been the right one. He cursed himself and looked down at her. "No Mon, I don't mind. But you might if Joey comes in and you're doing that, dressed like… I mean undressed, like that.." She moved to look at his penis and bent and ran her tongue over it, taking in the salty taste. He jumped and moved away from her, still nervous. She frowned and reached out and took his penis firmly in one hand and started to rub him whilst the other reached under his balls.

He squirmed, "Monica, slow it down, slow it down, you'll have me coming." He pushed her hands off him and then slipped his own hands between her legs. She shifted him away and pinned him down by lying fully on him and started to rub his penis against her tummy, her hands reached around him and held his butt so that he couldn't escape again. "No Mon, please I'll come." He pleaded.

"I know." She said simply and pressed against him harder. "Can you feel my breasts?"

"Hmm it feels nice like this, really nice, too nice… stop I'll come. I'm not far off." She rubbed faster and he started to gasp for air. "I'm going to come." He warned in desperation and wriggled to free himself of her, but she was unbelievably strong and he was feeling very weak. He had made fun of Bobby but she was going to make him come before he even had a chance to enter her, and every instinct in him wanted to take control and penetrate her.

"Not been two minutes yet Chandler. Where's your staying power? We're not even having sex. I'll have to call you two minute Chandler." Her body continued to rub him, skin on skin, he was in heaven and in hell.

"Monica stop - this feels too good, too quick. I want to be inside you… I want to…" The words were lost, his will power was crushed and his face started to contort as he stopped fighting her and relaxed back down on the floor. His hips pushed up to take what she was giving him. "Oh Jesus I'm there, I'm there, please, oh please…"

Monica watched his eyes squeeze shut, his tongue reach out over his lips and then heard the groan that came from the depth of him. His hips pushed up hard against her tummy and his hands held her body firmly against his penis, which dug against her as he shuddered and sprayed up between them both.

She kissed his sweaty forehead, moved off him and looked down at the mess. "I like watching you come. It's even better in real life"

He opened his eyes and found her staring at him. "It's not a spectator sport. You're supposed to be part of it too. "

"I'm sorry." She said smiling.

"It's OK, any time. At least you didn't insist on popcorn."

"What is it about the popcorn? Why are you so fixated on the fact that I was eating popcorn?"

"Because it is so casual and premeditated and it means that you were treating the spectacle of me like any other form of entertainment, rather than "oh my God I shouldn't be watching this." And a guy would never eat popcorn whilst watching porn."

"Why not?"

Chandler grinned, "He would have other uses for his hands."

Monica grinned back. "Do you want to hit me now?" She asked him.

"You do need punishing. That was really very bad."

"It was bad?"

"Alright - good. Where did you learn the Thai massage?"

"Where did you learn that it was a Thai massage?"

He shrugged, "The French call it "Frottage.""

Monica smiled and pushed the now damp hair off his brow. "I hadn't realized you were such an expert." She gave him a big broad cheeky grin. "But you were pleading with me to stop."

"I was scared of you!"

Monica looked at him with skeptical amusement. "Scared of me?"

Chandler squirmed, "Yeah, you were being really bossy, you wouldn't let me move and you had only just stopped hitting me."

"You liked it in the end."

"You never enjoy scary movies?"

"Not that much!"

Chandler looked down at the mess on them both and grabbed a packet of tissues from his pants, he handed her one and started to clean himself with another. "I hadn't seen a scary movie in a while. There was a lot of pent up fear waiting to… shoot out." He pulled his pants up, zipped himself in and started to button his shirt. "Are we friends again Mon?"

Monica, still naked, reached across him into his pocket, fumbled for a minute with the human comments just beneath the material, making Chandler squirm again, and then pulled out a condom. "I kinda liked the fighting better."

Chandler shook his head. "You've emptied the gun now. It'll take a while to reload and the others will wonder where you are. As pleasant as your naked body is…" He got distracted by her nipples which seemed to be pointing right at him, "As very pleasant as your naked body is… I really think you ought to get dressed"

"Two minutes."

"What?"

"I timed you with Kathy. You took an average of two minutes to reload. So reload."

"I can't reload on command."

"No?" She pulled the zip of his pants down and pushed his clothes down past his hips. Then she bent and ran her tongue down his body, around his navel and down to the top of his thigh, ignoring his penis. He groaned in disappointment. She flicked her tongue lightly across his balls and glanced at his penis. She grinned and looked up him. "Fully reloaded and ready for action?"

"Bedroom?"

 

 

Joey looked at the clock as the movie finished. "Do you think we should go over there and separate those two? Who knows what Monica is doing to him.."

Ross frowned, "Poor guy. I know my sister in one of those moods. She's probably still moaning and yelling at him."

Rachel, who had spent most of the day reading the problem pages of women's magazines, nodded authoritatively. "They just need time to talk. Monica was angry with him for something. She needs to share her anger and find a way of communicating with him."

  

The others need not have worried. Chandler had no desire at that precise moment to be separated from Monica, as he was very actively engaged in the joining.

And Monica was finding it pretty easy to communicate with Chandler. "Faster Chandler, I need it faster." She moaned between gasps.

But the moaning did concern Chandler, although perhaps not in the way that her brother had anticipated, "Please tell me you're nearly there."

"I am, its OK, nearly there, just a little faster to finish things, oh God yes, that's it, oh yes, oh Chandler!" She started to yell at him, as Ross had predicted, but Chandler simply groaned in relief, ejaculated and collapsed.

As his breathing started to return to normal he shifted his head to look into her face. "Happy Christmas Monica."

Monica stretched contentedly beneath him and then stopped. "It's not Christmas."

"No? It feels like Christmas to me."

She reached up and kissed him warmly. "Ah Chandler, that's sweet."

"Yeah, I've got new socks on. I always get new socks at Christmas." He explained and pointed to his feet. "See." He looked at her nervously. "Are you gonna hit me again?"

"Yeah. You kept your socks on!"