Check out the latest Scanlan song, Sam sends to the LOVM Slack channel, along with a link to a file containing a rough mix of “Pull My Beads of Love.”
I hate you so much, Travis writes.
That is going to be stuck in my head forever, Liam writes.
I can’t believe we’re going to have an animated version of that, Matt writes.
I can, Laura writes. Also it’s already stuck in my head. I’m gonna be humming it all day.
Mine too. It’s even worse than “Put Your Finger in My Butt,” Liam writes, and a bunch of people add agreement reactions.
Where did that chorus even come from? And do I really wanna know? Travis writes.
Why Travis, I didn’t know you were into that, let alone with me, Sam writes.
Have I mentioned how much I hate you? Travis writes. I’m gonna have to get even.
I look forward to it, Sam writes.
*** “Got a present for you, executive producer,” Travis says when Sam drops by his office right before the premiere.
“It’s not my birthday or Christmas?” Sam says as he takes the small gift bag Travis hands him.
“It’s a premiere present,” Travis says.
“I didn’t get you anything!” Sam says as he starts to remove the tissue paper.
“Oh, seeing your face is more than enough,” Travis says as Sam pulls out the gift.
“That’s – you really – those are – “ Sam stammers as he holds the anal beads up and studies them from all angles.
“They’re even purple! I wanted to see if they had rainbow sparkle ones to match Scanlan’s codpiece, but those were on backorder,” Travis says, glee in his voice.
“You bought me these,” Sam says, his voice somewhere between laughter and amazement.
“What, you’re gonna sing about getting your beads of love pulled and not expect to get some? Or do you already have them? If so I think I kept the receipt,” Travis says.
“No, no, these are definitely new to me,” Sam says as he fidgets with them a little. “Not sure who you think is gonna pull on them, though.”
“Do you need a volunteer?” Travis says, his voice dropping from amused to sincere in almost an instant.
Sam shrugs. “Didn’t think that was your thing,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Wear them to the watch party,” Travis says.
“Which one? The one at the M’s house or the one at the studio?” Sam says.
Travis contemplates for a moment. “The private one. If we get gross on the new set Marisha will murder us.”
“She’s very protective of that new couch,” Sam agrees.
“But yeah. Wear them on Friday and maybe you’ll get a tug,” Travis says.
Sam groans but stuffs the beads back into the bag and leaves.
***
Why did I agree to this? Sam asks himself as he stands in the bathroom of his house staring at the beads and the bottle of lube laid out on the counter. Oh right, because I always commit to the bit. But how far is Travis willing to go? Or any of our other friends? He hesitates a moment more before taking his pants off and getting to work. The end result (gotta make a joke about this later, he thinks) is a bit uncomfortable at first, but he’s done worse for live shows before, and after a while it starts to feel pretty good.
Travis is busy trying to figure out how Twitter Spaces works when Sam makes it over to the M’s house, and then Sam’s caught up in trying to figure it out too as well as how far apart they’ll all have to be in order to not be overlapping on mic, and for a while the beads actually slip his mind except for the occasional moment when he shifts in his chair.
Finally their vocal commitment is done and they’re all settling in to watch and livetweet in the M’s living room, and Travis leans over to Sam in between tweets and murmurs, “So, did you?”
“Guess you’ll have to get me alone and find out,” Sam murmurs back.
“Wait, really?” Travis says, his voice getting a little louder and provoking an instant chorus of shushing from the other guests in attendance.
Sam nods and then tries to turn his attention back to the episode and the buzz of excitement around him.
They make it through the first three episodes and then take a break. Travis catches Sam at the bar as he’s refilling his drink. “So. You got those beads of love, Scan-man?” Travis asks as he grabs another beer.
Sam glances over into the viewing room while Taliesin’s arguing in favor of watching the Japanese dubs for the next round. “You think anyone’s gonna miss us?” he asks, trying to keep his voice and body language neutral.
“Not for a while,” Travis says. “But…are you sure you want it to be me?”
“You gave them to me,” Sam says. “But if you can’t commit to the bit…”
“Me? Not being willing to go all the way?” Travis snaps. He grabs Sam’s hand. “C’mon.”
The M’s new house is still less familiar to them, but they manage to find a bathroom far enough away that hopefully no one will come knocking immediately. “This feels kinda weird,” Travis says.
“What, would you rather do this in Matt’s booth?” Sam says.
“Fine. Take your damn pants off already,” Travis says.
“Wow. So hot. So romantic,” Sam says.
“This coming from the man who literally wrote a song about anal beads,” Traivs snaps. He tugs at Sam’s pants. “Off.”
“All right all right!” Sam says as he quickly tugs his pants and underwear down, turning around and doing a quick shimmy. “See? As promised,” he says.
Travis stares at the flared end of the beads where they’re snugly nestled in Sam’s ass, marveling that Sam sat through two hours of interviews and live watching while acting perfectly professional – or at least as professional as they get. “So. Uh. What do you do with them?”
Sam laughs. “You bought me them and you don’t know what to do with them?”
“I bought them because you wrote a fucking song about them!” Travis says. “I didn’t expect you’d actually…you know…” he says, waving his hand in the direction of Sam’s ass.
“Nothing in that song registered with you?” Sam says.
“I wasn’t aware it was an instruction manual!” Travis says, his voice getting a little squeaky.
“Pull on my motherfucking beads,” Sam croons, bending over the counter and shimmying again.
“I cannot fucking believe that any of this is happening,” Travis says, but he does as he’s told and tugs tentatively at the base.
Sam’s singing trails off into a low moan, and Travis hesitates for a moment before tugging again and provoking another moan. He gets bolder and pushes them back in a little before tugging them back out.
“Fuck,” Sam groans, grabbing onto the counter.
“So this is – good?” Travis asks.
“Yes,” Sam says, in a tone that somehow manages to blend “isn’t it obvious?” with “don’t fucking stop” as he gestures at his already hard dick.
“Well then,” Travis says, moving his other hand around to begin to stroke at Sam’s cock. Stroking a dick that isn’t his is a little weird – for one thing, the angles are all wrong from what he’s used to – but Sam seems to be enjoying what he’s doing. He concentrates for a moment, his tongue poking out from between his teeth, until he manages to find a rhythm with both hands, his left hand moving on Sam’s cock and his right hand moving the beads in and out. He watches Sam’s face in the mirror as he works, Sam’s expression shifting from surprise to delight to open need.
“Travis. Fuck,” Sam moans. “Gonna – gonna – fuck.”
Travis takes that as encouragement and keeps going, sliding the beads in and out, his hand moving faster on Sam’s cock until Sam shudders, gripping the counter so he doesn’t fall over as he comes all over Travis’s hand.
“Holy shit,” Travis says. “We – you – did that.”
“Yeah we did,” Sam says, leaning against the counter for another moment to catch his breath as Travis steps over to the sink to wash his hands.
“I can – you wanna – take them out?” Travis asks.
“I can do that. Unless you really wanna give ‘em a tug again,” Sam says.
“I’m good,” Travis says.
“Yeah you are,” Sam says with a soft smile. “Do you – do you?” he asks.
“I don’t – you don’t…” Travis says.
“I’m offering,” Sam says. “I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth.”
“Then yeah,” Travis says.
Sam kneels on the floor as Travis undoes his jeans and proceeds to give Travis a demonstration of how his mouth can be used for more than just singing or slinging ad copy.
“Well. This night has just been full of surprises,” Travis says a bit later when they’re both getting cleaned up.
“Should I get you a set for your birthday?” Sam asks, waggling the now cleaned beads at him before producing a small pouch from his pocket and shoving them into it.
“I think I’m good. But…uh… I wouldn’t mind doing this again?” Travis says.
“Let’s not wait until season two for that to happen,” Sam says with a wink before they leave to rejoin the party.
"Hit the Lights and You'll Find A Surprise," Travis/Sam, anal beads, LOVM episode 3 spoilers, E, 1/1
I hate you so much, Travis writes.
That is going to be stuck in my head forever, Liam writes.
I can’t believe we’re going to have an animated version of that, Matt writes.
I can, Laura writes. Also it’s already stuck in my head. I’m gonna be humming it all day.
Mine too. It’s even worse than “Put Your Finger in My Butt,” Liam writes, and a bunch of people add agreement reactions.
Where did that chorus even come from? And do I really wanna know? Travis writes.
Why Travis, I didn’t know you were into that, let alone with me, Sam writes.
Have I mentioned how much I hate you? Travis writes. I’m gonna have to get even.
I look forward to it, Sam writes.
***
“Got a present for you, executive producer,” Travis says when Sam drops by his office right before the premiere.
“It’s not my birthday or Christmas?” Sam says as he takes the small gift bag Travis hands him.
“It’s a premiere present,” Travis says.
“I didn’t get you anything!” Sam says as he starts to remove the tissue paper.
“Oh, seeing your face is more than enough,” Travis says as Sam pulls out the gift.
“That’s – you really – those are – “ Sam stammers as he holds the anal beads up and studies them from all angles.
“They’re even purple! I wanted to see if they had rainbow sparkle ones to match Scanlan’s codpiece, but those were on backorder,” Travis says, glee in his voice.
“You bought me these,” Sam says, his voice somewhere between laughter and amazement.
“What, you’re gonna sing about getting your beads of love pulled and not expect to get some? Or do you already have them? If so I think I kept the receipt,” Travis says.
“No, no, these are definitely new to me,” Sam says as he fidgets with them a little. “Not sure who you think is gonna pull on them, though.”
“Do you need a volunteer?” Travis says, his voice dropping from amused to sincere in almost an instant.
Sam shrugs. “Didn’t think that was your thing,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Wear them to the watch party,” Travis says.
“Which one? The one at the M’s house or the one at the studio?” Sam says.
Travis contemplates for a moment. “The private one. If we get gross on the new set Marisha will murder us.”
“She’s very protective of that new couch,” Sam agrees.
“But yeah. Wear them on Friday and maybe you’ll get a tug,” Travis says.
Sam groans but stuffs the beads back into the bag and leaves.
***
Why did I agree to this? Sam asks himself as he stands in the bathroom of his house staring at the beads and the bottle of lube laid out on the counter. Oh right, because I always commit to the bit. But how far is Travis willing to go? Or any of our other friends? He hesitates a moment more before taking his pants off and getting to work. The end result (gotta make a joke about this later, he thinks) is a bit uncomfortable at first, but he’s done worse for live shows before, and after a while it starts to feel pretty good.
Travis is busy trying to figure out how Twitter Spaces works when Sam makes it over to the M’s house, and then Sam’s caught up in trying to figure it out too as well as how far apart they’ll all have to be in order to not be overlapping on mic, and for a while the beads actually slip his mind except for the occasional moment when he shifts in his chair.
Finally their vocal commitment is done and they’re all settling in to watch and livetweet in the M’s living room, and Travis leans over to Sam in between tweets and murmurs, “So, did you?”
“Guess you’ll have to get me alone and find out,” Sam murmurs back.
“Wait, really?” Travis says, his voice getting a little louder and provoking an instant chorus of shushing from the other guests in attendance.
Sam nods and then tries to turn his attention back to the episode and the buzz of excitement around him.
They make it through the first three episodes and then take a break. Travis catches Sam at the bar as he’s refilling his drink. “So. You got those beads of love, Scan-man?” Travis asks as he grabs another beer.
Sam glances over into the viewing room while Taliesin’s arguing in favor of watching the Japanese dubs for the next round. “You think anyone’s gonna miss us?” he asks, trying to keep his voice and body language neutral.
“Not for a while,” Travis says. “But…are you sure you want it to be me?”
“You gave them to me,” Sam says. “But if you can’t commit to the bit…”
“Me? Not being willing to go all the way?” Travis snaps. He grabs Sam’s hand. “C’mon.”
The M’s new house is still less familiar to them, but they manage to find a bathroom far enough away that hopefully no one will come knocking immediately. “This feels kinda weird,” Travis says.
“What, would you rather do this in Matt’s booth?” Sam says.
“Fine. Take your damn pants off already,” Travis says.
“Wow. So hot. So romantic,” Sam says.
“This coming from the man who literally wrote a song about anal beads,” Traivs snaps. He tugs at Sam’s pants. “Off.”
“All right all right!” Sam says as he quickly tugs his pants and underwear down, turning around and doing a quick shimmy. “See? As promised,” he says.
Travis stares at the flared end of the beads where they’re snugly nestled in Sam’s ass, marveling that Sam sat through two hours of interviews and live watching while acting perfectly professional – or at least as professional as they get. “So. Uh. What do you do with them?”
Sam laughs. “You bought me them and you don’t know what to do with them?”
“I bought them because you wrote a fucking song about them!” Travis says. “I didn’t expect you’d actually…you know…” he says, waving his hand in the direction of Sam’s ass.
“Nothing in that song registered with you?” Sam says.
“I wasn’t aware it was an instruction manual!” Travis says, his voice getting a little squeaky.
“Pull on my motherfucking beads,” Sam croons, bending over the counter and shimmying again.
“I cannot fucking believe that any of this is happening,” Travis says, but he does as he’s told and tugs tentatively at the base.
Sam’s singing trails off into a low moan, and Travis hesitates for a moment before tugging again and provoking another moan. He gets bolder and pushes them back in a little before tugging them back out.
“Fuck,” Sam groans, grabbing onto the counter.
“So this is – good?” Travis asks.
“Yes,” Sam says, in a tone that somehow manages to blend “isn’t it obvious?” with “don’t fucking stop” as he gestures at his already hard dick.
“Well then,” Travis says, moving his other hand around to begin to stroke at Sam’s cock. Stroking a dick that isn’t his is a little weird – for one thing, the angles are all wrong from what he’s used to – but Sam seems to be enjoying what he’s doing. He concentrates for a moment, his tongue poking out from between his teeth, until he manages to find a rhythm with both hands, his left hand moving on Sam’s cock and his right hand moving the beads in and out. He watches Sam’s face in the mirror as he works, Sam’s expression shifting from surprise to delight to open need.
“Travis. Fuck,” Sam moans. “Gonna – gonna – fuck.”
Travis takes that as encouragement and keeps going, sliding the beads in and out, his hand moving faster on Sam’s cock until Sam shudders, gripping the counter so he doesn’t fall over as he comes all over Travis’s hand.
“Holy shit,” Travis says. “We – you – did that.”
“Yeah we did,” Sam says, leaning against the counter for another moment to catch his breath as Travis steps over to the sink to wash his hands.
“I can – you wanna – take them out?” Travis asks.
“I can do that. Unless you really wanna give ‘em a tug again,” Sam says.
“I’m good,” Travis says.
“Yeah you are,” Sam says with a soft smile. “Do you – do you?” he asks.
“I don’t – you don’t…” Travis says.
“I’m offering,” Sam says. “I’ve been told I’m good with my mouth.”
“Then yeah,” Travis says.
Sam kneels on the floor as Travis undoes his jeans and proceeds to give Travis a demonstration of how his mouth can be used for more than just singing or slinging ad copy.
“Well. This night has just been full of surprises,” Travis says a bit later when they’re both getting cleaned up.
“Should I get you a set for your birthday?” Sam asks, waggling the now cleaned beads at him before producing a small pouch from his pocket and shoving them into it.
“I think I’m good. But…uh… I wouldn’t mind doing this again?” Travis says.
“Let’s not wait until season two for that to happen,” Sam says with a wink before they leave to rejoin the party.