#earnedthis

an unhidden, almost-amused smirk as nate casually tosses a look over his shoulder at the other. “allergic to discounts?” he chuckles at his own joke before running his fingers over a few of the... ah, enthusiastically designed shirts aimed at tourists. pulling a bright pink one off the hanger he holds it up in rafe’s direction. “i don’t know, rafe, i think this is your color.” eye brows raising, he peeks at the tag before eyes lift again, barely holding a faux innocent expression on his features. “oh and what do you know. only 75% cotton.”

wash it yourself, coward.

     “what were you thinking about?”

     the words come out so casually, almost practiced, rough hands gripping at the smaller male’s waist. rafe leaving marks was nothing new, he always seemed to, knowing steve was constantly in the limelight and being fawned over. the thing is -- he’d specifically told him no marks that first time. that was always the deal. NO MARKS. but here he was, head tilting back, allowing the adler to leave purple and blue bruises along the length of his neck. it was a weakness he’d grown into, though he’d never admit it. “asshole ...”

“idiot.”

Summer study vibes #TchaikovskyPlayingOnVinyl #EarnedThis 🎶🥂📚

Cold brew coffee, caramel vodka, chocolate liqueur, cream, and of course some fancy whipped cream and syrups. #earnedthis

Fuck me! I'm out of the studio!!! It's hot, but I'm on a shaded porch in #EastNashville enjoying a cold #beer I #earnedthis shit 🍺😎👍