He wants in

Joey’s large body fills the entrance. He sees Rachel kneeling before me. He sees Monica’s thick pinching Ross’s head. “You guys continued the contest without me!? That’s such bullshit.”

“You ruined it before by being an asshole!” Rachel says. “Please leave.”

“No,” Joey stomps forward and sits down on a chair on the other side of the table.

Ross lifts his head from my wife’s lap. His chin shines with spit and arousal. “Dude, get out of here.”

“No,” Joey says again. “If you’re going to kick me out of the game that I won, then I at least get to watch.”

“Take the hint. We don’t want you here,” I say. It’ll creep me the fuck out if he watches me get a blowjob.

He anchors himself, “I’m not fucking moving.”

Rachel stands up and takes hand, “C’mon let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Good idea. He better not try to follow us there. Rachel leads me from the kitchen. As I pass Joey, he says, “Have fun with the cold bitch. I’m gonna fuck your wife over this table.”