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What happened was there was this and these and things like this audio, featuring --
Beckett: "You fucked me up while I'm playing guitar on this song, ass, are you drunk or are you stoned?"
Travis: "I happen to be both!"
Not to mention just enough video. Add enabling and encouragement from thegoldsky and plainsong_x like always, and well. (eta: someone tell Elaine to stop. and by stop I mean keep doing it. yes. just like that.) What it is is I comment porned myself. In a way.
come rock with me
by Charli J
Bill drapes the cord over Travis's shoulders while he sings through a song, then switches hands so that it just ends up being around almost all the way. And when you notice you've accidentally looped a cord around a guy's neck, the best thing to do is reach around him to loop it again, the length of loose cord between the mic and his neck so short now that Bill has to stand almost right up against Travis to keep singing, and.
It's funny. It's all a joke even as Travis curves a hand around Bill's waist, then slides the whole arm and yanks him forward, because that's the kind of shit Travis does. He likes to pull Bill off his center and make comments about the trouble with being feather-light is he could blow Bill over too easy. Might want to be careful about that; learn some resistance. You never know when some asshole might drive by and try to pull a guy off the street, hold him for ransom. Hey, it could happen.
When he loses his balance, Bill's immediate reaction is to pull the mic away of his mouth. He drops his hand some and stops when he realizes it pulls the chord tighter, Travis cutting short mid-word, lips parted a little against Bill's forehead in some open-mouthed gasp. And they stay there, Travis holding a lot of Bill's weight, Bill still holding the microphone, cord taut. Just standing there, no music because Bill was singing the words a cappella -- idle boredom, whatever -- and he feels Travis start to breathe again in warm, smaller breaths.
He takes a moment to get his footing. It's something about the way it makes Travis smirk against his skin that makes Bill tug again. He pulls down as he stands up straight, enough to make Travis's breathing hitch just barely. Just enough to throw him off now, so that when he blinks, their faces are more level, mouths open and breathing, not breathing, breathing, and --
Wait. Wait. What was the question?
...And now back to your regularly scheduled mayhem, as it were.
Beckett: "You fucked me up while I'm playing guitar on this song, ass, are you drunk or are you stoned?"
Travis: "I happen to be both!"
Not to mention just enough video. Add enabling and encouragement from thegoldsky and plainsong_x like always, and well. (eta: someone tell Elaine to stop. and by stop I mean keep doing it. yes. just like that.) What it is is I comment porned myself. In a way.
come rock with me
by Charli J
Bill drapes the cord over Travis's shoulders while he sings through a song, then switches hands so that it just ends up being around almost all the way. And when you notice you've accidentally looped a cord around a guy's neck, the best thing to do is reach around him to loop it again, the length of loose cord between the mic and his neck so short now that Bill has to stand almost right up against Travis to keep singing, and.
It's funny. It's all a joke even as Travis curves a hand around Bill's waist, then slides the whole arm and yanks him forward, because that's the kind of shit Travis does. He likes to pull Bill off his center and make comments about the trouble with being feather-light is he could blow Bill over too easy. Might want to be careful about that; learn some resistance. You never know when some asshole might drive by and try to pull a guy off the street, hold him for ransom. Hey, it could happen.
When he loses his balance, Bill's immediate reaction is to pull the mic away of his mouth. He drops his hand some and stops when he realizes it pulls the chord tighter, Travis cutting short mid-word, lips parted a little against Bill's forehead in some open-mouthed gasp. And they stay there, Travis holding a lot of Bill's weight, Bill still holding the microphone, cord taut. Just standing there, no music because Bill was singing the words a cappella -- idle boredom, whatever -- and he feels Travis start to breathe again in warm, smaller breaths.
He takes a moment to get his footing. It's something about the way it makes Travis smirk against his skin that makes Bill tug again. He pulls down as he stands up straight, enough to make Travis's breathing hitch just barely. Just enough to throw him off now, so that when he blinks, their faces are more level, mouths open and breathing, not breathing, breathing, and --
Wait. Wait. What was the question?
...And now back to your regularly scheduled mayhem, as it were.