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(Last Night) I Had The Strangest Dream
by Strange Music
Summary: Sometimes you lead your life... and sometimes life leads you...
Archive: Yes
Email: [email protected]
Series/Sequel: Maybe, not really sure yet
Disclaimer: None of the following characters belong to me.
I guess the main reason why this story was written was a case of
"if you can't find it - write it" and a very slashy episode.
*He did it again,* Chandler thought desperately as he looked at the
clock. 3:00 till 6:00, as always. An insane smile crept up his lips.
At least he was punctual.
Three o'clock and he started again.
Snoring like the walls could cave in. And certainly might, if he didn't stop him soon.
Sure, it wasn't Joey's fault that he seemed to be the only guy who was even able to snore with that *thing* in his mouth. Maybe he really should go to him and turn him over.
He closed his eyes, biting down the image that appeared in his head at that thought... just turning him over, not anything else.
Well, his state of undress the last time he had turned him over certainly
hadn't helped.
At Joey's surprised question about the amount of hot water that had greeted him that morning, he had simply replied that he had had to wake up quickly.
And Joey had believed him.
Shaking his head, Chandler had to admit, however, that Joey would
believe the boldest of lie. He could have told him that he had reheated
the boiler with the help of a flashlight and he would have believed him.
Chandler could almost see him, standing there with his wide-eyed gaze.
Looking at him with what might be...
NOOO don't go there.
Another snore.
He had to do something... anything.
So maybe if he walked over there and knocked.
It had worked one time.
It might work again.
10 minutes later...
It *had* worked *one* time.
Joey, still sleeping peacefully in front of him, hadn't even recognized any
of his efforts.
That was certainly enough... so what was he supposed to do? He had
a job... he couldn't go around on tiptoes trying to stop his mate's snoring
without waking him. Chandler knew that he simply had to get sleep soon.
Reaching his hands forward he leaned over the bed to shake Joey awake.
Unfortunately the same chose exactly this moment to roll over in his sleep, turning his face directly at Chandler. A smile, as only someone like Joey could wear. Content and happy... and despite his slight beard stubble he didn't even look old enough to shave. The smile even widened as he snuggled his face into the cushion.
*What kind of monster am I?* Chandler thought as he looked down, and he left the room.
Two days later, Chandler knew what kind of monster he was...or would be if Joey started snoring again. So little sleep would do that to a man. He
looked at the clock; 2:55. So he had a goal, but he had neither way nor means yet.
No, he had, he reminded himself. This time he would wake him up. This time he would stay hard... *Banish that thought... banish that thought*
Despite his resolution he had once again tried to wake him up with knocking on his door, wall and any other thing available...and once again nothing had worked.
Now leaning slowly over the sleeper he tried to gently shake his shoulders. The only result was that Joey rolled even further away from him, almost to the other end of the bed, and Chandler had to start bending forward to reach him.
Waiting for results, he had expected anything, from a protest to an insult
to a sleepy question what was going on. However, what he hadn't expected was the hand that slowly drew him down to the bed... whispering a sleepy command for him to *go to sleep* and then pillowing his head on his shoulder.
It was Heaven...
It was Hell...
Angel and Devil were both fighting for their respectable right in his head,
Although the angel was sitting on his shoulder.. and the Devil was sitting a bit lower. Fork already extended.
The more time he spend thinking... the more time Joey used to almost
completely cover him.
It was like standing in an ice-cream parlor with free ice-cream. All this
was his to take....but he was sure that he would regret it the next morning.
*No,* he had to think of something.
Maybe if he was really careful, he might be able to get away before
Joey realized.
Slowly he started. First the right foot untangled from Joey's. Then his right arm slowly out of Joey's steel grip and...
He hadn't even managed to get away more than a few inches before Joey had him once more.
This was getting more and more absurd.
*Maybe you just should* the little forkguy from down under insisted. "Oh,
just shut the hell up".
He hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Yes...he was *sure* he hadn't meant to say it out aloud. But that's
just what happens to a guy when 90% of his brain has taken a southern vacation.
"Chandler?"
Two sleepy and rather confused eyes looked up at him from a head that was still pillowed on his chest. And for the sake of his life, he couldn't think of any excuse. Even knowing that this was Joey, the guy that would believe him if he told him he had mistaken the bed for his own.
"You were snoring," he offered, not even really knowing himself what he was explaining with that.
"And you were coming to turn me over?" the gaze looked... hopeful? No, it
was late. All that he looked was sleepy.
"No, Joey, I was definitely *not* coming to turn you over" he explained as he started to untangle himself once more.
"Oh..." he stopped cold when he heard the disappointment in Joey's voice.
Surely he couldn't.
"This is no time for joking, Joey. I'm tired. Now go back to sleep."
"Okay... goodnight, Chandler." Was he sulking? He sounded like it.
He tried to ask the rational part of his brain, finding that it had still
deserted him as penalty for not leaving the bed sooner.
"Look, Joey... you don't know what you're asking for..." Keep that thought down....but it was too late. It was back.
"I thought that maybe you could sleep with me so that I wouldn't snore
anymore."
"Sure, as if I were your mother. What next? Shall I kiss and make it better?"
There was nothing that could prepare him for the reaction or the sunny,
white-toothed smile that greeted him through the darkness. "That would make it better."
"Joey... I was being sarcastic..." Another disappointed silence. "Surely you
wouldn't..."
"I love you Chandler."
When he had decided to sit down he didn't know, only that he suddenly
found himself sitting there. "You WHAT?" he shouted, disbelieving.
There was a concentrated look on Joey's face as he laid the finger on
his lips. "Shhhh... you are loud enough to wake the house up."
"You can't love me, Joey... you are not *gay*."
"Why can't I be gay?"
Taking double breaths was the only thing that kept him from stopping breathing altogether. "You mean to tell me that you are homosexual..."
"Ohh... you mean gay... I though you meant gay... as in..."
"Stop it!" He held a hand up. The snap of Joey's mouth was almost audible. "You say that you love me... is that correct."
"Yes." Said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
"And you haven't said a *word* in the last few years."
Silence followed.
"I'm waiting, Joey..."
"Well I didn't think you would be really happy about it... especially after
your reaction when they thought you were gay at work." This even made sense in non-Joey logic.
"But what about Cally?" Joey certainly kept his fair share of women.
"She was nice. I really liked being with her."
"And Jenna."
"She was great... did you know that she could drink milk through..."
"I don't want to know, Joey."
Think... think... think.
"So you're saying that if I stepped into your bed right now and kissed
you... you would do nothing against it."
"No..."
"HA! I knew it..."
"Chandler... I mean I would certainly not do *nothing*."
There was a soft sound as the rational part of his brain declared its
quitting of its job and packed up its suitcases, but nothing else as he leaned over the bed.
Closing his eyes as for the first time his dream came true.
Soft lips closing up to his own, he felt a hand slowly make his way up to
his neck. Trying to sound not too disappointed when he felt air return
between them.
"Chandler?"
"Yes?" He couldn't believe how dazed he sounded after only one kiss.
"Are you using banana lip gloss?"
With a growl Chandler threw him back on the bed, not even bothering with an answer.
And moments later, even Joey's ever-questioning mouth was silent.
At least with questions.
5:30
Chandler looked at the clock. Joey was still sound asleep in his arms.
Could it really have been so easy? Sure, they still had to tell the others.
But that shouldn't be a real problem. Besides Ross, who might be acting a bit suspicious around them for some time.
Yes, it could be easy.
Snuggling back into his lover's arms, he felt himself slip into sleep again.
And the last thought before he passed over the border was that besides all that, he had also *finally* found a way to stop the snoring.
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