Procrastination by Zoicite. Two quotations, because I couldn't possibly choose between them:
AJ used to handle things with drugs, and alcohol, and sex. He used to hide behind his stage persona. He used to be cool and slick and sexy, when they all knew he was just a dorky theater kid.
AJ let his façade get out of control. But he's fixed it now, mostly. The dork shows a lot more than it has in years.
It took Howie a long time to get comfortable with himself. It took AJ a lot of mistakes.
and:
"You should wear this," AJ says, pulling something shiny and brown from Howie's bag. Howie scrunches his nose at the garment, which turns out to be a sleeveless shirt of supple brown leather, but he nods and accepts AJ's choices. "How about mascara? Think JC goes for that?"
"Hm," Howie says, pulling on the shirt, "I don't think so."
"He should. I sure as hell would. Bet it'd be fucking hot."
"What is this event for tonight, anyway?"
"Cancer research thing? I don't know," AJ shrugs and picks something else out of Howie's bag, holding it up against himself and turning sideways.
"AJ. I'm not wearing leather and no sleeves to a fund-raiser for cancer research."
AJ used to handle things with drugs, and alcohol, and sex. He used to hide behind his stage persona. He used to be cool and slick and sexy, when they all knew he was just a dorky theater kid.
AJ let his façade get out of control. But he's fixed it now, mostly. The dork shows a lot more than it has in years.
It took Howie a long time to get comfortable with himself. It took AJ a lot of mistakes.
and:
"You should wear this," AJ says, pulling something shiny and brown from Howie's bag. Howie scrunches his nose at the garment, which turns out to be a sleeveless shirt of supple brown leather, but he nods and accepts AJ's choices. "How about mascara? Think JC goes for that?"
"Hm," Howie says, pulling on the shirt, "I don't think so."
"He should. I sure as hell would. Bet it'd be fucking hot."
"What is this event for tonight, anyway?"
"Cancer research thing? I don't know," AJ shrugs and picks something else out of Howie's bag, holding it up against himself and turning sideways.
"AJ. I'm not wearing leather and no sleeves to a fund-raiser for cancer research."