Title: Six Months Later
Pairing: Chris/Josh; Chris/Joey; yet Chris isn't the slut in the story. Lol
Rating: NC-17 (cause � there�s like a few lines of some graphic smut)
Notes: This story contains sex, drugs, slash, and sex. You�ve been warned. :-) This story means a lot to me. Most of it is based on my life. Write what ya know, that�s what they say so that�s what I did. My boyfriend did die, and I did do some of the things the main character did. I have yet to find my Lance, maybe I never will; but I�m hopeful.
Feedback: here!
Dedication: Carrots (for everything). Cora - for putting up my NSync obsession whille I put up with her Nascar one. Thanks to all the wonderful writers at www.fanfiction.net that introduced me to AU stories, that have given me inspiration to write about NSync whether it�s AU or not. A special thanks to Colleen for beta'ing this. You are VERY appreciated my dear! :-)
Disclaimer: This is an AU story, which means it�s an alternate universe story, which means NSync doesn�t exist. But the guys do, and their looks. :-) I�m just using those names and looks. I�m not saying nothing about their sexuality.

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Six Months Later
By Raven Leann

Psyche Lewis sat on her bed and cried. She had just gotten a phone call from her boyfriend�s mother. The night before, Robert had a seizure, he had died before the ambulance could reach him. Psyche couldn�t believe it; he wasn�t even twenty-two yet. She herself had just turned twenty-one two weeks before. Suddenly the walls closed in on her and all was black.

One Month Later

"I promise to respect you always," Chris whispered in Psyche�s ear. She took another toke off the joint, not believing a word he said. She was too far gone to resist him though. When they finished the joint, he pulled her closer to him and gently laid her on the bed.

�When did we get in the bedroom?� She asked herself. He kissed her mouth, she didn�t resist. He pulled her shirt off, she didn�t resist. When Chris asked her if it was her first time she lied and said no. She didn�t want him to know she had been saving herself for Robert. She no longer cared about waiting, if she couldn�t be with the man that she loved then she would give it to the first willing body.

That was Chris Kirkpatrick; with his chocolate brown eyes, spiked black hair, and goatee. She liked his wicked sense of humor and the way he made her cum.

Six Months Later

Psyche stared off into space. It had been six months since Robert had died; none of her coworkers knew though. Everyone just thought she had done too many pills and didn�t think nothing of it. That was how she always acted.

"Earth to Psyche," she heard a male voice say. She looked up and saw Chris. The sexual relationship had ended a few months ago when she got pregnant. She never told him he had gotten her pregnant; she had a miscarriage the day after she found out. She had cut off the sex shortly after that, though. He didn�t mind, he seemed content to be just friends.

"What do you want?" She asked. "I�m obviously working." Chris just laughed at her. She worked the jewelry counter in a department store, which meant she stood behind a glass island full of necklaces, rings, bracelets, earrings, and toe rings. Usually she would be cleaning the glass or counting the jewelry because the department was so slow.

"Working hard as usual, eh?" He smirked. Psyche rolled her eyes at him. "There�s a party tonight, wanna come?" She shrugged. "There�s a guy I want you to meet."

"Now I know you�re up to something. Why would you hook an ex fuck buddy up with someone?" She trusted Chris to take her to a party and not try anything; but this was new. He leaned over the counter separating them. "Well?"

"Because you both need laid," he said simply.

"Just because I�m not giving you any doesn�t mean I�m not giving it to someone else," Psyche sneered. Chris was undaunted.

"Whatever. I�ll pick you up after work. Buy something hot to wear," he grinned.

"Fine," she said. "Now go before my boss gets over here."

Later That Night

Psyche and Chris entered the one story house where the party was at. She had bought a short black skirt and a tight white shirt, and Chris had approved of it. She knew he�d approve of anything she wore. It was only eleven p.m. and there were few people at the party. Chris left Psyche at the door telling her he was going to look for his friend. Psyche nodded and went looking for alcohol.

Twenty minutes later Chris found Psyche in the middle of the living room, a drink in her hand, dancing provocatively with a tall slender male. Chris got behind her, put his hands on her waist and trapped her between himself and the other guy. They all three swayed to the slow music.

"I see you found a friend," Chris whispered in her ear. "He�s actually the guy I wanted you to meet. It�s nice to see you two getting along." Psyche just grinned. "Psyche Lewis, this is Joshua Chasez, everyone calls him Josh." She giggled and simultaneously ground her hips against both of them.

"I�m having a great time!" She laughed. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Josh�s neck. "Nice to meet ya Josh."

"You too," he grinned. He put his hands over Chris� and ground against her. "I�m having a great time too," he whispered in her ear. She felt his arousal and knew he wasn�t lying about that.

An hour later Psyche was thoroughly drunk and still dancing with both Chris and Josh. She gave them equal attention; grinding them and touching them. When Chris suggested that the three of them go to his apartment they all agreed.

At Chris� apartment they got high. Psyche put on a CD and started dancing in the middle of the living room. Chris and Josh sat on the couch watching her. She liked the way they watched her with their hungry eyes. She liked the way they squirmed when she touched herself.

"Take it off," Chris said softly. He was smiling mischievously and suddenly Psyche knew exactly what he was up to. She slowly stripped, touching herself and moaning at all the right places. By the time her dance was over both Chris and Josh couldn�t take it anymore and they hurriedly undressed.

Psyche broke her �no sex� rule with Chris that night. Psyche learned that Josh was limber and adventurous with certain positions and that she could take on two guys at once. She also learned that Chris and Josh were bisexual and that Chris didn�t bite when he was being fucked. He had been on his stomach eating her when Josh had fucked his brains out. Psyche knew she�d never cum that hard again as she stared into Josh�s steel blue eyes with Chris� tongue inside her.

Six Months Later

Psyche was at the same job on the one year mark of Robert�s death. She took the day off and drove to the river. She found a secluded spot on the bank and she sat. She watched the river. She wondered why she had become what she was.

She�d never touched alcohol or drugs until Robert died. She had been a good little Christian girl, never had sex, never did anything considered wrong. But then Robert was torn from her and she stopped believing.

She stopped believing in love. In God. In faith. She slept with any guy that showed interest. She got high nightly. She drank herself into blackouts almost every weekend.

Psyche wasn�t really happy.

But why should she be?

Six Months Later

Psyche met Justin Timberlake at the mall. He was younger than her by two years but neither one minded. The sexual attraction was so apparent that she gave him a blowjob in his truck in the parking lot, then he took her home with him.

Justin liked the way Psyche would look at him; like he was awesome. He knew he was, he just liked to hear other people tell him. Psyche just liked his body, liked the way he could make her scream. She also liked running her hands over his newly shaved hair. She didn�t care much about anything else.

One night at Justin�s she started to care. A little. She was getting high when someone knocked on the door. Justin let the person in and Psyche saw it was another woman. She instantly went on the defensive. She knew something was up.

Justin introduced the blonde as Britney, his girlfriend. Psyche thought she was being set up and tried to make her brain sober. Before she could say anything, Britney sat down beside her on the couch and explained what she wanted to happen. Psyche sat dumbfounded as Britney told her that she wanted to have sex with her while Justin watched. Because, as Britney said, it was what Justin wanted and what he wants he gets. Psyche shook her head, politely said no, got off the couch and walked over to where Justin was sitting. He stood up and looked her in the eyes. She slapped him as hard as she could.

"For lying," she explained as she walked out of the apartment. She walked the streets high as a kite not knowing where she was going. However, she wasn�t surprised when the next time she stopped it was at Chris� door. He pulled her inside.

"You�re wasted," he said. She only nodded. She made her way to the couch and sat down. "Meet Joey Fatone." Psyche looked around until she spotted another man in the room; he was lying on his back on the floor staring up. He was Italian, and buff. He had short dark hair like Chris, Psyche noticed. He was only wearing jean shorts, his chest was awesome.

"Heya Joey. How are ya?"

"Fucked," he laughed. "Up." Chris sat down on the couch beside Psyche and put his arm around her. She settled into his embrace and fell asleep.

An hour later Psyche woke up to slurping sounds. She was lying on the couch, on her back with a blanket on her. Chris could be sweet, she thought. She turned on her side and saw Chris and Joey on the floor on their sides giving each other head. She watched in fascination�the dark heads bobbing, the grunts and moans coming from deep in their throats. When they had finished (Chris cumming first as always, she noticed) she giggled at them. They both looked at her and smiled.

"Thanks for the show," she smiled. She rolled onto her back and went to sleep again.

Six Months Later

Psyche sat on the blue couch and looked wide-eyed at Lance. She couldn�t believe what he had just told her. They had been working together for over two years but never really talked to him socially. She didn�t know he even noticed her. When he had asked her to come over to his place after work she thought the impeccable Lance Bass was going to sell her some drugs; she didn�t expect him to tell her that he was worried about her.

"Worried?" She asked. He nodded, pacing in his living room trying not to look at her. "Why are you worried about me?"

"You're so thin. You�re always spaced out at work." He stopped pacing and finally looked her in the eyes. His green eyes were wide and filled with a combination of fear and worry. "I know what you�ve been through."

"What do you mean?" Cryptic Lance, she thought. Not impeccable like everyone at work thought; but cryptic.

"Robert," he whispered. Psyche sat back against the couch and watched Lance closely. He was still standing in front of the couch watching her. "He was my friend, ya know. I met you like three years ago at his birthday party. You two were so wrapped up in each other�I�m not surprised you don�t remember me."

"Oh," she said softly. Lance gazed at her for a moment then sat down beside her.

"You�re hurting yourself and I can�t stand to watch it anymore, Psyche," he told her. He wrapped his arms around her when she started to cry. She let him. He didn�t say anything for the longest time, he just held her. Tears ran down his own cheeks. He felt her pain. The hopelessness she felt; he felt too. "Psyche," he whispered after a long time. "It�s ok. I understand." She turned in his arms and looked up into his bright green eyes. They were full of tears.

"You do," she whispered back. It wasn�t a question. "Will you help me?" He nodded his answer.

Six Months Later

Psyche Lewis stepped out of the rehabilitation center and looked up at the sky. It was clear and blue, much like her eyes. The first time in two years her eyes were clear and bright. She looked straight ahead and saw Lance and Chris waiting by Lance�s SUV.

Psyche had let Lance check her into rehab to help her with her drug addiction. She went through detox, therapy; whatever could make her better. Lance had reluctantly told Chris as per her request. Chris had promised that he wouldn�t tempt her with anything and Lance had no choice but to believe him� after he threatened to kill him of course.

The treatment was over and Psyche felt wonderful. She was clean and sober. She found that talking to someone about her pain was better than getting high and fucking whomever. She did miss having sex though, she thought to herself as she approached Lance and Chris.

Hugs and chaste kisses were plentiful as Lance and Chris congratulated her on �graduating� rehab. She had gained weight, looked healthier Lance observed. He couldn�t tell her enough how proud he was of her.

"You�ve come so far," he whispered in her ear as he hugged her tightly. "There�s still a journey to make, but you�re better prepared now." She only nodded against his shoulder, knowing if she spoke she would cry.

"Let�s go eat," Chris said. They piled into Lance�s SUV after putting Psyche�s bags away and drove to town.

Six Months Later

Lance kissed Psyche sweetly after they made their promise to love each other for eternity. They turned around, aware that all their friends and family were watching them. Psyche blushed as everyone clapped, Lance�s hands tightened their grip on hers and she knew she was blushing too.

They walked back down the aisle, Lance and Psyche Bass, ready to meet and greet the world as a team.

The End

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