Howie/Lance recs
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weredonut asked, here are my Mochamint recs. Sadly, I also think these are the extent of the Howie/Lance fics out there.
Arsenic's Change My Everyday
It was impossible not to hear rumors in the business. There were the ones that could be dismissed immediately, like Brian cheating on Leighanne, because even the thought would have sent Brian into fits of praying for forgiveness. There were the laughable ones, like AJ picking up hookers; AJ could have anyone he wanted and considered having to pay someone an insult to the self. There were the ones to be mildly curious over -- if the truth wasn't readily available -- like whether JC Chasez had gotten a fan pregnant, although JC didn't seem like the type to be that careless. Most of the time, Howie chose to be either amused by them or ignore them, because doing anything else would have been a near immediate path to insanity. Especially when the rumors concerned him.
Fluttergirl's Touch Me Now, Don't Bother
Lance watched as the throng of people thinned out a bit, all the while keeping his eye on a certain rival boyband. He had been nervous all night -- more agitated than he had ever been for an awards show -- not because they were nominated for several awards, but because of the man he was now staring at.
Mercutio's Group Harmony
The thing he had going with Howie was neither simple nor
convenient. It was difficult for Lance to arrange time to see him
-- for one, Lance was spending nearly the entire year abroad, and
now that the Russians had definitely given the go-ahead, he would
be even busier than before. And it went without saying that no one
approved of his choice of romantic partners. Management -- and his
mother -- would prefer it if he were staunchly heterosexual and
about to settle down with a nice woman. Joey and Justin were of
the opinion that, while being gay was one thing, fucking a
Backstreet Boy was quite another. And Chris thought Howie was
boring.
and Fortune Cookie
Mostly, he was just tired. That was the first thing he noticed,
and it wasn't very remarkable, because they were all tired. Justin
was popular, Chris was intense, JC was intenser, Joey was sleeping
with anything that moved, and they were tired.
Brilliant detective work. Right up there with 'water wet' and
'fire hot'. Next he was going to be predicting the future: 'Things
will change', 'Someone you know will get older'. If the NSYNC
thing didn't pan out, he had a career waiting for him in writing
fortune cookies.
When he passed out at the Disney concert, Lance thought 'Shit
happens, so bring toilet paper' seemed to cover the present
situation, but then things were going grey, and he didn't have to
think anymore.
BG's Sunkissed
Half-consciously, Lance rolled over and reached his arm across the bed, pausing mid-stretch when he found the other side of the bed unexpectedly empty. Patting blindly, he found the sheets only slightly warm beneath his palm, an indication that although he hadn’t slept alone, the other side of the bed had been empty for a little while. Lance inhaled deeply as he buried his face in the pillow, the warm cotton smooth against his skin.
and Industry Rumour (Play)
There was nothing extraordinary about it, really.
To anyone else in the room, to everyone else, probably, it was just two guys from the same area of the business catching up with each other, shooting the breeze.
At the end of the room closest to the door, Lance and Howie were sitting at the bar, Lance talking animatedly, absentmindedly tracing his index finger around the rim of his glass and Howie laughing at something Lance said, his lips curving into a smile as he raised his glass to his mouth.
and Night Shift (The first story written just for me!)
The pattern was blue and faded, Lance noticed as he traced the design around the plate with his knife. It was an intricate pattern, red spirals and flowers that swirled around the perimeter of the plate, the border, once gilded in gold, was faded with wear and there were areas of the pattern at two o’clock and nine o’clock that were faded clear away. Like everything else in the diner, it looked well-used, but at the same time, it looked well-loved.
The place was nearly empty, unsurprisingly, given that it was 2:30 am on a Thursday morning. A lone group of truckers gathered in the far corner, eating a greasy breakfast of hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs, were the only other patrons in the diner.
Lucy's Taste
Lance tried desperately not to jiggle his leg too much while he waited at the gate of JC's house for his friend to pick up the security phone and let him in. He'd left three messages on JC's cell while he waited in LA's traffic hell for an hour and half, but figured that JC was having "inner muse" time and was too busy or too distracted or too inspired to return a call. At least, he _hoped_ that JC was busy in the studio, and not _out_. JC knew he was coming over today, and the increasing pressure on his bladder simply couldn't handle the possibility that he'd been stood up. As a matter of fact, the bushes he was idling next to were starting to look downright inviting, but all he needed was a paparazzo to jump out and take a picture of his jewels - and not the one dangling _outside_ his jeans.
Pet's Light Show
The house had been dark and quiet for almost an hour when Howie poked a cautious nose out the door of his room. He looked up and down the hall, seeing only closed doors and dimmed lights, though he could hear the low murmur of voices from somewhere, and further away, someone was strumming a guitar.
He moved cautiously out of his room and to the stairs. As much as he loved his bandmates and his bandmate's boyfriend's bandmates, all of them together in one place was a bit much for him to handle. Even if it was his own house. Two hours ago, AJ had been balancing full shot glasses on his nose, and Joey and Kevin had been screaming drunkenly along to "Sweet Emotion," and Howie had fled unashamedly.
the one that stated it all for me, Lucy's trilogy Shopping
AJ poked Howie in the shoulder to wake him up. "Come on, man," he said. "We're here."
Howie blinked and yawned and looked around. They'd been driving around forever, and now were in some sort of industrial park, with indistinguishable warehouses as far as the eye could see. "Okay, we're here," he said. "So where is _here_?"
AJ just made a face at him. "That's what so great about this place," he said, opening up the car door. "Nobody knows about it."
The 'place' was a vintage and used clothing store that AJ had been telling Howie about forever, promising to take him the very next time they were in the area. Little did Howie know when he agreed to go that it would take them nearly an hour's drive away from the last sign of any sort of civilization to get there.
part two A Friend Thing
" - and then I decided to set myself on fire, but JC told me not to, because he thought that charred-and-burned really wasn't a good look for me, being a spring, and all."
"Uh-huh," Howie said, absently.
Lance leaned back in the booth and laughed. "Okay. I am now _officially_ boring the heck out of you, and I am going to shut up and let you talk for a change."
Howie looked up at him, bemused. "What?"
thirdly Flat
There was a knock at the door, and JC peeked his head around before Lance could answer. "Hey."
"Hey," Lance said. He went into the bathroom to get his shaving kit. When he came back out, JC was sprawled across the bed.
"So," JC said, casually, playing with an edge of the bedspread.
Lance didn't say anything, waiting for it. The last thing that JC needed was encouragement.
"How's Howie?"
weredonut asked, here are my Mochamint recs. Sadly, I also think these are the extent of the Howie/Lance fics out there.Arsenic's Change My Everyday
It was impossible not to hear rumors in the business. There were the ones that could be dismissed immediately, like Brian cheating on Leighanne, because even the thought would have sent Brian into fits of praying for forgiveness. There were the laughable ones, like AJ picking up hookers; AJ could have anyone he wanted and considered having to pay someone an insult to the self. There were the ones to be mildly curious over -- if the truth wasn't readily available -- like whether JC Chasez had gotten a fan pregnant, although JC didn't seem like the type to be that careless. Most of the time, Howie chose to be either amused by them or ignore them, because doing anything else would have been a near immediate path to insanity. Especially when the rumors concerned him.
Fluttergirl's Touch Me Now, Don't Bother
Lance watched as the throng of people thinned out a bit, all the while keeping his eye on a certain rival boyband. He had been nervous all night -- more agitated than he had ever been for an awards show -- not because they were nominated for several awards, but because of the man he was now staring at.
Mercutio's Group Harmony
The thing he had going with Howie was neither simple nor
convenient. It was difficult for Lance to arrange time to see him
-- for one, Lance was spending nearly the entire year abroad, and
now that the Russians had definitely given the go-ahead, he would
be even busier than before. And it went without saying that no one
approved of his choice of romantic partners. Management -- and his
mother -- would prefer it if he were staunchly heterosexual and
about to settle down with a nice woman. Joey and Justin were of
the opinion that, while being gay was one thing, fucking a
Backstreet Boy was quite another. And Chris thought Howie was
boring.
and Fortune Cookie
Mostly, he was just tired. That was the first thing he noticed,
and it wasn't very remarkable, because they were all tired. Justin
was popular, Chris was intense, JC was intenser, Joey was sleeping
with anything that moved, and they were tired.
Brilliant detective work. Right up there with 'water wet' and
'fire hot'. Next he was going to be predicting the future: 'Things
will change', 'Someone you know will get older'. If the NSYNC
thing didn't pan out, he had a career waiting for him in writing
fortune cookies.
When he passed out at the Disney concert, Lance thought 'Shit
happens, so bring toilet paper' seemed to cover the present
situation, but then things were going grey, and he didn't have to
think anymore.
BG's Sunkissed
Half-consciously, Lance rolled over and reached his arm across the bed, pausing mid-stretch when he found the other side of the bed unexpectedly empty. Patting blindly, he found the sheets only slightly warm beneath his palm, an indication that although he hadn’t slept alone, the other side of the bed had been empty for a little while. Lance inhaled deeply as he buried his face in the pillow, the warm cotton smooth against his skin.
and Industry Rumour (Play)
There was nothing extraordinary about it, really.
To anyone else in the room, to everyone else, probably, it was just two guys from the same area of the business catching up with each other, shooting the breeze.
At the end of the room closest to the door, Lance and Howie were sitting at the bar, Lance talking animatedly, absentmindedly tracing his index finger around the rim of his glass and Howie laughing at something Lance said, his lips curving into a smile as he raised his glass to his mouth.
and Night Shift (The first story written just for me!)
The pattern was blue and faded, Lance noticed as he traced the design around the plate with his knife. It was an intricate pattern, red spirals and flowers that swirled around the perimeter of the plate, the border, once gilded in gold, was faded with wear and there were areas of the pattern at two o’clock and nine o’clock that were faded clear away. Like everything else in the diner, it looked well-used, but at the same time, it looked well-loved.
The place was nearly empty, unsurprisingly, given that it was 2:30 am on a Thursday morning. A lone group of truckers gathered in the far corner, eating a greasy breakfast of hashbrowns, bacon, and eggs, were the only other patrons in the diner.
Lucy's Taste
Lance tried desperately not to jiggle his leg too much while he waited at the gate of JC's house for his friend to pick up the security phone and let him in. He'd left three messages on JC's cell while he waited in LA's traffic hell for an hour and half, but figured that JC was having "inner muse" time and was too busy or too distracted or too inspired to return a call. At least, he _hoped_ that JC was busy in the studio, and not _out_. JC knew he was coming over today, and the increasing pressure on his bladder simply couldn't handle the possibility that he'd been stood up. As a matter of fact, the bushes he was idling next to were starting to look downright inviting, but all he needed was a paparazzo to jump out and take a picture of his jewels - and not the one dangling _outside_ his jeans.
Pet's Light Show
The house had been dark and quiet for almost an hour when Howie poked a cautious nose out the door of his room. He looked up and down the hall, seeing only closed doors and dimmed lights, though he could hear the low murmur of voices from somewhere, and further away, someone was strumming a guitar.
He moved cautiously out of his room and to the stairs. As much as he loved his bandmates and his bandmate's boyfriend's bandmates, all of them together in one place was a bit much for him to handle. Even if it was his own house. Two hours ago, AJ had been balancing full shot glasses on his nose, and Joey and Kevin had been screaming drunkenly along to "Sweet Emotion," and Howie had fled unashamedly.
the one that stated it all for me, Lucy's trilogy Shopping
AJ poked Howie in the shoulder to wake him up. "Come on, man," he said. "We're here."
Howie blinked and yawned and looked around. They'd been driving around forever, and now were in some sort of industrial park, with indistinguishable warehouses as far as the eye could see. "Okay, we're here," he said. "So where is _here_?"
AJ just made a face at him. "That's what so great about this place," he said, opening up the car door. "Nobody knows about it."
The 'place' was a vintage and used clothing store that AJ had been telling Howie about forever, promising to take him the very next time they were in the area. Little did Howie know when he agreed to go that it would take them nearly an hour's drive away from the last sign of any sort of civilization to get there.
part two A Friend Thing
" - and then I decided to set myself on fire, but JC told me not to, because he thought that charred-and-burned really wasn't a good look for me, being a spring, and all."
"Uh-huh," Howie said, absently.
Lance leaned back in the booth and laughed. "Okay. I am now _officially_ boring the heck out of you, and I am going to shut up and let you talk for a change."
Howie looked up at him, bemused. "What?"
thirdly Flat
There was a knock at the door, and JC peeked his head around before Lance could answer. "Hey."
"Hey," Lance said. He went into the bathroom to get his shaving kit. When he came back out, JC was sprawled across the bed.
"So," JC said, casually, playing with an edge of the bedspread.
Lance didn't say anything, waiting for it. The last thing that JC needed was encouragement.
"How's Howie?"
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Date: 2003-12-23 11:01 am (UTC)Though you'll definately be seeing a ficlet at some point with Howie leading the mariachi band while Lance sings.
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Date: 2003-12-23 11:44 am (UTC)heh, mariachi Howie.
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Date: 2003-12-23 12:40 pm (UTC)::light goes on::
got it.
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Date: 2003-12-24 11:12 am (UTC)That, my friend, is a sad, sad, sad reality.
::pets poor, neglected Howie::
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