Joey/Other 'Sync-er

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Wow.

I've not been hereabouts in a while, sorry. Haveta try to change that.


In the meanwhile, I had a request idea recently...

..How about some semi-angsty hurt/comfort Joey fic, where Kelly finally leaves him for good because she can't accept she comes second to his bandmates, particularly his gay love affair with _____, and _____ providing the comfort Joey needs.

Thanks!

Comments

here ya go

[punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com]

Chris pops the top off of his Arbor Mist and sighs. This working out shit is gruesome, Chris thinks with a sigh, I want a fucking beer! He takes a sip of the fruity drink and goes to sit down on the couch. Before he reaches it, there’s a doorbell.

The rain is beating against the sides of his house and he’s sure thunder and lightning is not far off. It lingers in the hot air and hangs like a phantom. He shakes his head as he walks to the door. Who the hell could it be? He opens the door and doesn’t know whether to be surprised or not.

Joey Fatone, water wringing the clothes he wears and his hair against wet skin, looking forlorn and limp, stands at his doorstep at two a.m.

***

He’s gotten Joey in some dry clothing and pulled him into bed. They get under the covers and Chris spoons behind Joey. He caresses the younger man’s wet hair and kisses the back of his neck. Joey is quiet for a long time. The only words that left his mouth the whole night were simple and few. “She left me.” That was before he collapsed in Chris’ arms, narrowly missing the ground. Ever since, he’s been quiet.

“What if she takes Brianna?” Chris rubs his hand a little deeper into Joey’s hair to relax him. “She wouldn’t do that to you.” Joey sniffles and grabs Chris’ other hand, which is holding his waist. He entwines their fingers. “I really love you.” Chris nods. “I know.”

He nuzzles into his neck. But Chris does not believe it. He comforts, but inside he feels less than human. Kelly felt like she was second? A feeling of dread, anticipation and guilt settle into a tight ball in Chris’ stomach and looms within him like the storm outside. Just the fact that Joey had to say those words out loud fill the holes within him with an icy, dark substance that chills him; like the Atlantic Ocean seeping into the sinking Titanic. The pure need of validation fills him with uncertainty.

And it finally starts to thunder.

Re: here ya go

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeep, angsty!

But very nice, Thank You.


I love the psychological insight, especially coming from Chris, nicely done.

I certainly hope everything works out for this particular Choey, thanks again!

Re: here ya go

[punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com]

if you would like, i'll write a sequel to this in my fiction journal. i'll post this ficlit sometime in the next week and you can request a sequel. also, if you like choey, you should check out my new nsync breakfast club fanfic. glad you enjoyed it!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/rainbow_variety/