You slowly lift the covers off yourself, careful not to wake him, and try to slip out of his arms. But before moving so much as an inch you feel his arm around you tightning, pulling you closer. "Where do you think you're going?" he grumbles with his low morning voice. "I was going to make us some breakfast. Aren't you hungry?" "Oh Iām hungry alright, just not for food" he answers and starts placing soft and warm kisses on your neck. "Joe.., come on my brother is right next door." "So what, we can be quiet" he says while his hand starts tracing up your upper body and then palming your breasts through your t-shirt. "You and I both know that's not true, so I need you to be good ok?" you say with a warning tone. "Fine.." he says but not without a dramatic sigh. You let out a small laugh because of his stubbornness and then finally manage to slip out of bed and walk into the kitchen, fully aware, that Joey is staring at your ass the entire time.
After about 15 minutes you're flipping your first pancakes while Joey is taking a shower. You're softly humming a random melody, careful not to be to loud as to not wake Chandler up, when suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "You didnāt think youād escape me that easily, did you?" Joey murmurs against your ear, his damp hair tickling your cheek. You let out a small gasp, the spatula nearly slipping from your fingers. "Joey, youāre dripping water all over me!" you giggle as he presses his bare chest against your back. "Well, maybe you shouldnāt be so irresistible," he teases, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the side of your neck. His hands start to roam, sliding over your stomach and gripping your hips, but you quickly swat them away. "Behave!" you whisper sharply, glancing towards Chandlerās door. Joey groans dramatically, resting his chin on your shoulder and keeping his arms wrapped around you. But he doesn't stay like that for long and after only a few seconds his fingers start to move again, sliding over your stomach, then slowly moving upward, his fingertips barely grazing your skin under your shirt. You suck in a sharp breath, your body instantly reacting to his touch. "Joey..." you warn, but your voice comes out softer than intended. "Shhh," he murmurs against your neck, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear. "You said I had to behave. You didnāt say I couldnāt have a little taste." His lips trail down to your shoulder while his hands slide up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your already sensitive nipples. A quiet whimper escapes you, and Joey groans softly, his breath warm against your neck. "You make the best sounds," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. One hand leaves your chest and travels lower, gripping your hip, pulling you flush against him so you can feel just how much he wants you. You turn in his arms, your lips crashing into his in a desperate kiss. His hands grip your waist, pulling you up onto the counter as he steps between your legs. Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth. His tongue teases yours, deepening the kiss, his hands gripping your thighs as if he can't get close enough. Just as his lips start trailing down to the neckline of your shirt, you hear a door creak open. You both freeze. Chandler shuffles into the kitchen, half-asleep, rubbing his eyes. You push Joey off you so fast he nearly stumbles, and you quickly grab the spatula, pretending to flip an already-done pancake. Joey, ever the actor, casually leans against the counter, arms crossed, like he wasnāt just kissing you like his life depended on it. Chandler yawns. "Morning.....why do I feel like there's a weird vibe in here?" You force a nervous laugh. "Weird? Nope. Just making pancakes." Joey nods way too enthusiastically. "Yeah, nothing weird. Just breakfast. Very normal, boring breakfast." Chandler eyes you both suspiciously but, thankfully, is too tired to question it. "Cool. Make me some," he mutters before trudging towards the bathroom. The second the door closes, Joey sneaks a smirk at you, his hand brushing against your thigh. You swat it away, but he just grins. This was far from over.
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